Season One: Harsh words, bring harsh realities
I cracked a smile, with a hammering
heart beat; jumping at the chance to
sleep on the edge of reason, whilst
bands of drummers beat me to a pulse;
or is that pulp? either way, my rendition
of apology, is merely staged, with thick
gravy like tears as a forged makeup to
make up with you; hesitant at first,
yet i think once these downers kick in
i'll be able to up the stakes, and smash
your frown back into a skin deep trance
I'll hang your jacket next to mine, as i did
with hers; but you know i love you more...
Right?
Play me a fool, charades is my favorite
truth, we'll pretend you are not flawed
and I? am a good husband! this wedding
ring represents a circle of lies, coming
back around to nibble at our finger tips;
You want half of the house, as a gift
of reparation, yet, i can't help but wonder,
IF a favor is payed, is that a favor....
or a trade?
Glass greets walls, plates meant for
foreheads; Our asthmatic words leave
us choked on our own breath, slipping
through our pursed lips, like accidental
waterfalls, falling towards little conclusion
Season Two: Make up, don't break up
Lets unblock our windpipes, drain the
sticky tar like hatred we seem to cling
onto so naturally; remember when we
held each other like regards, begging
for another bullet to hit the hour glass?
the noose would hang from dormant
corners of an echo, being wrapped
around THEIR throats, not ours;
Cast your mind back to the time we'd
fish in pools of hearts, just to catch
a glimpse of how empty it was without
each other; yet i guess we as people
cry for something so much, that when
we receive it, the product is far too wet
for use; so come and hold me again...
please?
Slowly, then suddenly i feel your heart
melt in a new lease of sparks you seem
to be so taken with; your lip formation
has changed, slightly risen, with non
violent teeth piercing through shadowed
gums; you look good in this light,
it's almost a symbol of how we have been
taken from the darkness we once knew
Season Three: Matters of the heart
Dancing together, like fresh rose petals
brushing off the water marks staining
their backs, an over excitement hits the
atmosphere, a pain so vivid that dogs
hear the screams in the correct pitch,
deserting my vertical stance, i find
homage on the horizontal floor tiles,
a heart attack on the best day of my
life?
my eye lids shut down, like computer
screens during brain freezes; yet still,
a smile of reconciliation rests with my
body; A grip of your hands, should let
you know, you have always held my
heart from my sleeves; and although
no longer can we sleep in the same
bed, from the dirt filled home known
as a grave, when you are standing
in that place, you will be by my side
I love you. forever.
-Poeta