Friday, September 30, 2005
Verisimilitude
Verisimilitude.
(from the Red Book of Lies by jaxe)
Half broken sunsets,
I try to tape back together
Shards of a broken mirror
Stare back in my November
My conversations with the moon
In confidence
Did I finally find
What I was looking for
Down on the south side
Of safety and apathy?
They pick my diluted brain
Throwing out reasons
For my behavior
Theories on the
Human condition
Telling me why
As I sit on the padded
Musty Couch of Weakness
Now, twenty past
A quarter ‘til three
And I'm still staring
At this puzzle
Eyes fixed on the gaping
Hole left by the missing
Piece
Am I doomed to this
Which is beyond my reach?
I will never be the same
In my palm
The lines I couldn't change
The creases
I could not rearrange
The want I couldn't
Erase
The person
I've somehow
Misplaced
The ache is pure
It is real
It will never heal . . .
And I don't
Want it to.
If it’s the only way
I can hang onto you.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Fire Dancer
Fire Dancer . . .
. . . And there you are again
Bringing intensity to the twilight
Painted on the inside of my eyelids
Dancing like a flame
Shadows playing tricks on my astonished eyes
As your fire burns
Your sanguine coronet flickers
The searing rhythms spellbind,
And finally mesmerize me.
Dance with me, fire dancer,
In my mind again tonight
Paint my world with your flame.
Make me burn.
