concierto in a cartonWhad do ya say we bleed together Within thisconcierto in a carton
coinciding vein, Hop and skip around the deadly mix
Of plasma and carbon dioxide that managed to escape
The tomb
withheld in your cigarette
Just to shade my mind;
a tortured marionette
Suspended by frayed sinews
On which you strum a razor across each and every night
Screeching out a rendition of a frenzied Bach concierto suite;
I summon the moon p
a dream of foresightEvery word I say Leaves me walking on glass Side-stepping, on my crimson toes Cautious tongue would die to sleep But not here, it’s too late I must recite the real past into you While every word buries the shards deeper, Each impulse of my nerves, serves a dose of transcendence Above the refusal so recklessly cast Helpless cries and ego-centric denial Join hands holding between them An incoherent fusion of will and testimony So undeniably true and false Confused by many without insight Understood by precious few, the Distraught-- by infinite moonlit &nbsa dream of foresight
ashen street waltzingI will try to pronounce this perfume to you; wrap your body in swirling effervescent aroma; inhale the fresh golden wind from your lungs, get lost; this aura of cloud scent kisses your hair; it dances about softly tickling my nerves; on the ashen streets we perform last rights unto our romance slowly, quickly flowing away; stolen into memories and dreams; against our will it passes joining hands with the past not giving any glimmer of which future road down which we must transgress out of heart stopping love and with the seconds we lose that numb, limb shivering captivation of each other’s eyes Must we go? Why should we let go? I’ll nevashen street waltzing
The Long Dark Road HomeDon’t we all deserve the time to find ourselves?The Long Dark Road Home
You persistently scream “stop writing the future because your present page is blank."
Well I’ve got a few things I want to discuss with the world Like why do I have to wake up, or why are you so far from the light? I just wish I could pull us all closer to what we feel is right,
And maybe we’ll all burn forever if we are wrong
But at the very least we can find the cool waters of peace in knowing That we didn’t deny ourselves that one moment in time That our hearts traded impulses to give us Oh please release me for this once,
I need to free m
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