Monday, November 30, 2015

Skyfall

I can’t describe it, to live freely, a foreign concept; and more to flinch, to mince
words, to argue reasons. Oh to fall, and raise your heart, filled with grit. Something
lives, a secret concept, to fill this burn. I loved you sickly, to love you warmly,
a carriage of throes; and mother died, to see for smiles, a bit confused; and more
the tears, to churn love, a forgiving thought. So dig deeply, to pause the introjects,
flooded with woes. I need a drink, to hear your voice, for death is forbidden. The
earth is swept, and there you stand, a wounded vessel; and fall the clouds, to
palm the sleep, even awakened. We perish thrice, amidst destruction, filled with
pearls; and love is dark, the fleets of light, and buried in gold. Please forgive, a
drifting soul, fraught with hoists. You spoke in earnest, to challenge fate, spent
with confusion. I see for eyebrows, a need for clipping, and hidden toe nails.
Indeed—for laughs, to harness shame, a bit polarized; and father fled, without
return, a vest outworn. Was it pain, an addict’s gaze, an inner child—traumatized
fully? I ask—to help a soul, dying in degrees; but ever this life, to soar the aches,
to kayak rivers; and more the love, to know for weather, a storm in the far east.
We perish in grays, to ask for love, from dying parents; and God heard, to cleanse
a slate, where death spoke violence. The essence burns, to turn events, to love
for mother; and father cared, to carry demons, screaming in lonely rooms. So more
for self, to die for self, to morph into a human.     

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