I can't escape from the words of love
The haze of love,
The bonds of love.
I hear it falling
Like a televised bomb.
That falls with the weight of prayers
And leaves the mouth of Limbless Lovers
To grab and reach for blackened skin
Shattering bone and taring flesh
The sound is deafening
and their passion is constant.
I cannot escape this love
This mutilation of body and soul.
I cannot escape.
I hear it falling.
My words have meant Nothing
And now what do I have?
Undiscovered I haveb been discovering
What you have made me ashamed of
But what do I have?
I am Afriad
And Disgusted...
With rotten breath
And reddened whites
and lips that say, "Yes. Yes. Yes."
They have meant Nothing
And I have Nothing.
It was meant to mean...Someting
But I've been a Coward
"Yes,of course. Yes. Yes."
So empty.
Left with only this poem
Which has also meant Nothing.
Long and Lonesome was the day
But how beautiful was the sea
Who took an ancient heart in her cradle-like hands
And filled him with love so gently.
"How beautiful she is", he sighed
As he danced from his open tomb
Toward his Lady of Depth and Mist
Whose Eyes reflected that of the moon's.
How beautiful is the sea
Into a boat filled with rot and time
He glided across her surface soft
His voice was a bell, golden chimes
With eyes that held, how beautiful
He poured into her a lifetime of "I love yous"
But she spat back a floundering silence
And above darkness grew.
"Why have your waters become unsteady, my love?"
"Yet my love rema
Along the fortress wall they stand
With gifts of illegal contraband
In their dusty bowl-like hands
But everything was broken.
Advising that I to wash it down
With blood they stole from the crown
On a night when the seas stood proud
But I haven't a taste for it.
So, I turned on my bruised heel
Unmatched against Damascus steel
That from their mouths did reel
But melted in the sun.
Across the wall I did climb
Standing above what wasn't mine
Feeling a sense of deliverance this time
But saw just another crowd.
With eyes that sparkled like gold
Clawed hands meant to hold
And from their ears grey smoke rolled
But I saw through
Poor young Bird
One Lost within the darkness.
Twisted in its netted fingers of black
Overtaken
By The Voice that tumbles
Like a thought forgotten
Inside it's hallow bones.
Whispering
Or the sound of the wind
That brings it to lie
In Mornings slanted light.
It plunges
Below.
Its lunges
Are bold.
With wings
Of blinding light
That break the silence
Of this still night
It soars.
Ripping through the air
For you, still out there.
Yearning for your soul,
For the marrow within your bones.
Feasting on the lives
Of those who are dead.
Searching.
I was the shade
That, with heavy eyes,
Did gaze upon your face,
Which has basked in the rays,
Of a piercing quality,
That is found only in the kingdom.
There, you were bestowed with divinity
And, as a child of light, unbounded purity.
Consecrated in limitless love,
Accepted into the arms of the master.
There no evil, nor I, could touch you.
I have returned from where light is choked out,
Where only passionate, flames caress.
I have trailed amongst the damned
In a shower of hail and grime.
Resisting the hopeless souls
Who continuously drown in the thick waters,
Towering over the demon who blocks the way.
I did reach the gat
This journal I have choosen to entitle with words penned by the poet Dante Alighieri. Dante's moset famous work is "The Divine Comedy", an epic poem of a man who travels through the nine rings of hell to reach Heaven.
My soul longs to write, but must first experience beauty to write. This I know, all aspiring artist do. We must have something which flips that switch inside of us. Something which leaves us flushed faced and panting, " Yes, this is it." Yet, tragedy befalls us all. I have forgotten about beauty, and now must journey through the nine rings of hell to find it. Only then will this soul be satisfied.