Poetry
Aelonian
2004-12-21
Skin is like air
to pass straight through
delicate, subtle
nothing to kiss
Face is like glass
to see beyond
light-bending, opaque
nothing to view
Voice is like breeze
to fade in dreams
reticent, distant
nothing to speak
Taste is like water
to wet the tongue
vanilla, mild
nothing to soothe
Scent is like stone
to prompt no sniffs
unperfumed, spiceless
nothing to breathe
You are a ghost
to catch notice
stimulating, present
something is there
Your Pet Rock
2004-12-12
You thought I'd pick anybody
that I'd spend the night on any bed
like who you are did not matter
But I didn't
You thought I'd leave you like mem'ry
just any other hollow body
to disappear in faceless crowds
But I didn't
You thought ill of things I can't do
scowled at a person I am not
while I'm the same in dif'rent eyes
And I picked you
Click Your Heels
2004-12-12
See the face of ecstasy!
Wrinkled and torn
Oh how beautiful you are!
I don't know now
I'm so confused!
But let me be this way
crushed under your skin
Love spent before it begins
I'm fine here!
Leave me be...
I want this place
Where even the sky cries for me
See the face of ecstasy!
Wrinkled and torn
Oh how truly real you are!
Play the day away
and find your past
You lost the game
It's just too bad
too bad indeed!
Your touch burns now
I feel so used
But I love this foul high!
The trip that's in you...
Everything I thought I knew
I'll die here...
Leave me be
I love these tears
And the ocean is my revenge
See the face of ecstasy!
Wrinkled and torn
Oh that fairy tale you were...
Play the day away
and find your past
You lost the game
It's just too bad
too bad indeed!
'Tis what is now
I'll stay abused
But I'll do it again
again and again!
For the state I'm in
I feel real
Leave me be
Just leave me be
While I go down, to drown in my sea
See the face of ecstasy!
Wrinkled and torn
Oh how beautiful you were...
Play the day away
and find your past
You lost the game
It's just too bad
too bad indeed!
See the face of ecstasy!
It's just too bad
too bad indeed!
Sineyar
2004-12-6
Like the war-torn samurai
who stops
for a flower;
to bathe,
peacefully in its perfection,
and is slain defending a way of life.
I seek a peace
I have not known,
except by the depth of this noise.
I need a voice
I could not hear,
without some mind to sing it.
This world is so beautiful,
delicate,
but it's the same.
Starry expanse,
so cold and hollow,
is not enough for simple things.
I seek a peace
I have not known,
except by the sound of this voice.
I need a voice
I could not hear,
without some quiet to hear it.
Things I wish to say,
to speak,
but only feel.
A language
only memory may orate
but you feel it anyway, somehow.
I seek a word
I have not known,
except by the touch of this mind.
I need a note
I could not hear,
without some heart to play it.
Comfort
2004-11-30
In their arms
Do you feel love?
Do you know love?
you could fall into the bodies,
touch what they feel,
give what they lust for.
be a cowardly lie
on the easy path,
because you fear our love.
you fear our truth.
you fear what we may judge,
and we may,
but we still love you.
Makeup
2004-11-26
Why?
all so meaningless now
these wounds in my skin
Hide them?
the pain remains
scars cry in my stead
Red or black?
illusion or elusion
seduction or protection
Why have this bag?
tubes of oily paste
hide the truth of ill skin
What is my sad end?
this flesh is rotting away
these organs become machines
Tell me, why am I here?
to live this loveless machine-life
to die a painful death
By Choice
2004-11-12
Here
Scattered like glass
I find a mem'ry of so long ago
Intrusively into the hollow of my mind
There
Afore my eyes
You simply stay there by choice
Knowing full well I will not ask you to leave
Where
Haven't I shown
You're not on my guest list
But I can't help always wanting you to stay
Physics
2004-11-3
What a beautiful friend you are
To grow on me like a limb
To comfort my changing mind
What an abhorrent fiend you are
To sever from me as in war
To abandon my devout will
Truth
2004-10-24
All I want is something real
Something that we all can feel alive
Just take me where those hearts don't steal
A quiet voce speaks loudly in the night
The myst'ry of your hearts untold
By spoken words that don't unfold to me
It's strange, I could not see 'till now
That actions show just what it is you'll be
In My Hands
2004-9-28
These hollow hands hold nothing,
This fleshy mass is only clay.
That blue light I am, a shield,
That crimson figure lies beyond.
This blood seeks, neither can have,
These halfway tones are their own.