Love Songs and Eschatologies, Part 3
Blow me away such a vision of day
I can't get you out of my mind.
I live on the edge, just to live on the edge,
and find that you're not by my side.
Good thing I left you when I was alone
or else I'd remember the love that you stole.
I've got a message for one and to all:
Not to be taken away at all cost.
Pausing a while to think of a way
to prove my love another day.
I hold you close and cry away a year:
a relapse of love, a single tear.
The lost people of distant shores
sent searching among the ravaged doors.
Finding the souls of twins unite
and leaving a sign to split the night.
Savage breast and reason ugly tongue,
the watchful tears draw near the plunge.
A breath within and then we jump
and find our love's been left for dust.
We fair incoherents lost in our crisis
of misinterpreting the mighty Isis.
Not unlike the Son, I love you again
and wish my dreams weren't answered in pen.
You can't keep me, you can't give me.
I am me, who are you?
Slap me, belt me but never say you own me.
Curse me, sell me, but never say you'll hit me.
You can't have what I own.
I own nothing, what is yours?
Spit on me, spit on me but never tell me never.
Shoot me, stab me, but never talk to me.
I WANT MY LIFE TO BE MY OWN
AND EVEN WHEN I AM TO DIE.
KEEP THIS MESSAGE IN YOUR MIND:
IT WAS THE LIFE THAT KEPT MY BLOOD RED
AND NOT MY BLOOD
THAT KEPT ME ALIVE. Shock.
Copyright © John Rockk-Fiordelisi | Year Posted 2018
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