Screwtape2
Blue Crack Addict
I've never posted in this part of the site before but I'm feeling a bit romantic. So here are three poems of mine.
HAUNTED BY THE GHOST OF LOVE
I cross the plains through the velvet rain that tickles the peddles
Dream of running to you, in snow or rain to see this flower bloom.
Kissing each other’s cheeks in the bed of a rose-red pick-up truck
Covered by the mud and caught in the sudden rain fall.
Under me, your hair like waves, your hair catches in the mud.
As the lovebird sings
The cold, paternal grasp of love tears, tears away the dream
With painted nails, the gasp takes hold of your heavenly beam
The ghost of love takes the heat I gave
To the white queen, chances away!
--Scars revealed by the angel, in her pale, descending slopes.
You & I, like two stars in a gaseous cloud hide away from the world
Running blind, in the morning fog, evergreens, dew, and steam
Clicks, chirps and snapping twigs under your back as I lay you down
Kissing by a dying stream that jumps off a cliff into the flood below
Out before me, a valley vibrates, a valley trembles naked
As the lovebird whispers
The cold, ancient winds blow in, to blow out the fire
With a palm, the spark retrieves my fleeting desire
The ghost of my shame takes the light I brought
To the white queen, chances away!
--A billion footprints in the snow down the mountainside.
One breath, one heartbeat,
The frozen air grows ever thin.
The sun a’ tumble voyeurishly
Peeks through gray-stained clouds
--Turns, turns around me as I stand ever still.
Where the peaks betray the land and sky; love children commune,
Whisper then explode to blow me back with cheeks on needled fire.
Love grows tired of its own, severs me from my salvation,
Turning hills to white.
The ghosts descend in whispers,
--The snowstorm brings desperation.
But I as Zarathustra find the lion in the canyon echo;
Pity as I descend, my final sin, please come back to haunt me too.
DREAMCATCHER
Deceive me,
Whisper things to me,
But say nothing in the light.
Turn around;
Hypnotize me,
Change things I see
But be still come morning.
Paint a picture:
An O’Keefian landscape
Waterfalls or snow.
Let me live tonight in a lie.
Save me,
Say things to me
But be pure by first light.
Twirl ‘round;
Promise me
An eclipse for one
Who dwells only in night.
Spark of thought,
Pheonomenological error
Starts unconscious question.
Don’t answer me, only further the lie.
Need me,
Take things from me
But keep secrets from day.
Rotate again;
Enlighten me,
Causes changes in me
But make me suffer in sunlight.
Greatest of artists,
Best painter of worlds
Make night my sanctuary.
Bring hope through a lie.
REVOLUTION SONG
I wear the mask that condemns me
To mimic, to fade, in the drop of a sunset
Heaven above, heaven below
With devils about.
With cloaks, we drown in the night.
Distant lovers cry in the darkness
‘Not even a wall, not even a wall
Will keep us apart, our revolution’s begun.’
The moon descends as a fire erupts
To blind, to burn, to signal an end
Love reborn, love begun
With screams about.
With silence, we kiss at the dawn
Hidden lovers whisper in the light
‘Not even a wall, not even a wall
Will keep us apart, our revolution’s begun.’
As order surrenders to chaos
To stain, to shatter, but to be saved
Hell upon us, heaven between us
With death about.
With passion, we dream on the sunrise
Ill-fated lovers proclaim to the horizon
‘Not even a wall, not even a wall
Will keep us apart, our revolution’s begun.’
HAUNTED BY THE GHOST OF LOVE
I cross the plains through the velvet rain that tickles the peddles
Dream of running to you, in snow or rain to see this flower bloom.
Kissing each other’s cheeks in the bed of a rose-red pick-up truck
Covered by the mud and caught in the sudden rain fall.
Under me, your hair like waves, your hair catches in the mud.
As the lovebird sings
The cold, paternal grasp of love tears, tears away the dream
With painted nails, the gasp takes hold of your heavenly beam
The ghost of love takes the heat I gave
To the white queen, chances away!
--Scars revealed by the angel, in her pale, descending slopes.
You & I, like two stars in a gaseous cloud hide away from the world
Running blind, in the morning fog, evergreens, dew, and steam
Clicks, chirps and snapping twigs under your back as I lay you down
Kissing by a dying stream that jumps off a cliff into the flood below
Out before me, a valley vibrates, a valley trembles naked
As the lovebird whispers
The cold, ancient winds blow in, to blow out the fire
With a palm, the spark retrieves my fleeting desire
The ghost of my shame takes the light I brought
To the white queen, chances away!
--A billion footprints in the snow down the mountainside.
One breath, one heartbeat,
The frozen air grows ever thin.
The sun a’ tumble voyeurishly
Peeks through gray-stained clouds
--Turns, turns around me as I stand ever still.
Where the peaks betray the land and sky; love children commune,
Whisper then explode to blow me back with cheeks on needled fire.
Love grows tired of its own, severs me from my salvation,
Turning hills to white.
The ghosts descend in whispers,
--The snowstorm brings desperation.
But I as Zarathustra find the lion in the canyon echo;
Pity as I descend, my final sin, please come back to haunt me too.
DREAMCATCHER
Deceive me,
Whisper things to me,
But say nothing in the light.
Turn around;
Hypnotize me,
Change things I see
But be still come morning.
Paint a picture:
An O’Keefian landscape
Waterfalls or snow.
Let me live tonight in a lie.
Save me,
Say things to me
But be pure by first light.
Twirl ‘round;
Promise me
An eclipse for one
Who dwells only in night.
Spark of thought,
Pheonomenological error
Starts unconscious question.
Don’t answer me, only further the lie.
Need me,
Take things from me
But keep secrets from day.
Rotate again;
Enlighten me,
Causes changes in me
But make me suffer in sunlight.
Greatest of artists,
Best painter of worlds
Make night my sanctuary.
Bring hope through a lie.
REVOLUTION SONG
I wear the mask that condemns me
To mimic, to fade, in the drop of a sunset
Heaven above, heaven below
With devils about.
With cloaks, we drown in the night.
Distant lovers cry in the darkness
‘Not even a wall, not even a wall
Will keep us apart, our revolution’s begun.’
The moon descends as a fire erupts
To blind, to burn, to signal an end
Love reborn, love begun
With screams about.
With silence, we kiss at the dawn
Hidden lovers whisper in the light
‘Not even a wall, not even a wall
Will keep us apart, our revolution’s begun.’
As order surrenders to chaos
To stain, to shatter, but to be saved
Hell upon us, heaven between us
With death about.
With passion, we dream on the sunrise
Ill-fated lovers proclaim to the horizon
‘Not even a wall, not even a wall
Will keep us apart, our revolution’s begun.’
