Long Keys Poems
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"Cured" by the medication, my mind goes numb
Is feeling nothing better than feeling it all?
Screaming in my head becomes a constant drum
Do people really love me or can I not recall?
They say to me that I act okay, like I'm totally fine
But behind closed doors I'm crumbling
So where do I draw the line?
I have a list of names I want forever seared out of my head
The fire can burn but I won't feel it anyway
Am I scarred until I'm dead?
When the ducts finally hit their peak
And the tears they overflow
You can call me such a freak
But the lines on my thighs don't show
Cuts and slices, blood on keys
Call it my mental disease
Flashbacks play like pictures on a film
And my thoughts, they grow so dark and dim
They tell me I'm strong to carry it all
That I should feel proud that I remain still alive
But when the weight cracks my fragile facade
I'm doomed to watch everything fall
One is the crying, the sadness it brings
Two is the pretending, the smiles I enact
Three is the screams, the echoes, the lies
Four is the nightmares, that haunt me to sleep
Five is the images that cause me to scream
Six is the knife into my own skin
Seven is the death I will ensure upon them
In this life, or the next...
"The-Were-Never-There"
Corrections serve
their superiority
a place of ere
sucked out
by the vacuum
of those in need
of love
messages buried
remain watching
far removed, undone
the possessive
pronouns
cursed
the unpossessed
Corrections serve
their superiority
until they drop
their keys
and through the cracks
of steel they see
the incarcerated
reaching
walking on air
like they aren’t there;
were never there
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
A Halloween Story
“Walking on Air” / Soundpool
https://youtu.be/NGLbGCKX14Q
"Under Giant Trees" / Agnes Obel
https://youtu.be/FOK3iWJ_mHk
"Chord Left" / Agnes Obel
https://youtu.be/3DM8YwiGeyE
LYRICS/"Walking on Air", Soundpool
https://soundpool.bandcamp.com/track/walking-on-air
Scraped, friendly freckled face falls to benchtop
Starchy spud plays poker, blank slate envelope
Lost costume spotted cape, super elixir escapade
Layers on shiny raised scars, recovery escalates
Sticking plaster, milky soak soothes, heat tempered
Compost bound bandaid quells Hell unrelented
Derma learns renewal, Nurse dresses fire sore victim
Tugged taut rawness fades, subsiding symptom
Nerida never administers synthetic medicine
She reassures peel press is healing essence
Piano punctuations plod, then pace, parade
Figaro notes frolick over keys, aural first aid
Choral cure prays perfect circle curse moon miracle
Stroking fingers fuse potato to patient, glue
Discarded skin glimmers in kitchen, hopeful sunbeam
Her burn potion infuses through bloodstream
6th May
Quick Recovery
To eighty-eight keys, I was first introduced
With eighty-eight keys, my ears were seduced
But greetings started with just eight
The other eighty had to wait
Some years passed, I got to know better
The keys that were notes and their letters
Do to Sol is C, D, E, F, G
La, Ti is A, B, then back to C
Simple Do Re Mi's turned to complex Do Mi Sol's
Intervals became larger though my hands are small
Frustration came from a piece for recital
Proper skill and technique became so vital
To eighty-eight keys, I was first introduced
With eighty-eight keys, my ears were seduced
The other eighty which then had to wait
Now take part in the music that I create
I just had them, they were on my person,
Have you seen them?
They have a keyring of gizmo,
He was my favourite growing up.
The keys opened up so much,
Where could they be?
In a safe I have all precious things,
Gem stones, gold and documents,
Proof of corporeal voyage,
My passport is in there,
I feel stuck here until I find those keys.
There is a small vial in there too with an iridescent grain,
That is my soul.
The keys abandon unmoors aporia drifts of progress.
Have you seen my keys?
My car keys,
I don’t remember where I parked,
I was moving, I just had them,
They were on my person.
I picked up a wayfarer cloaked in dust,
They spoke of vaults sealed,
And the long vigil beside the road of forgetting.
We stopped at that way station,
We needed fuel and snacks.
They are around here somewhere I’m sure, we need to keep moving.
Road signs leading to Eidolon, the city for the Abatement youth.
My house keys were on there,
The little silver one with the teeth like a crocodile.
I’m outside the door and patting down my pockets,
I slap my hips and my bum and my chest,
Mnemosyne’s lapse hides the parts of me.
It’s warm and the sun holds me in embrace,
I won’t panic as I look into the window of the abode,
A sanctum out of reach,
even if I can touch the lock and shout through the letterbox,
I don’t think anyone is home.
There is a small key too,
That unlocks the heart shaped padlock,
I used it to seal my fate.
I knew, even then, it needed sealing.
It needed to be locked so nobody could take it from me,
I kept it from myself because I always lose everything.
This is driving me nuts!
I looked under the carpet and
In the sand,
Traced my steps,
I sat in silence,
The last place I felt safe,
in your embrace, thoughts of the times I turned the key.
Do these keys keep me feeling safe?
Please,
They are here somewhere,
This is exhausting, I need to shut my eyes for a second.
You woke me up with your soft voice,
Eyes close to mine,
It’s time to go,
We can leave it all behind.
The locks don’t matter anymore.
Starlit moments on the heart
lost in space across all time and essence
Planets turn, stars shine
and the quietude of space,
resembles my own beating heart...
Blue sapphire dreams violet wishes,
beneath the tarp of heaven
Inside the milky way the light of the breath
softly blowing,
like dessert winds, on a wild summer day...
Soaring higher then the eagles,
flying straight into the galaxy
I hear the resounding echoes of silence
and I smile, for here in this wonderful haven,
only the angels seem to exist !
Piano keys and red red wine, I sip slowly,
the April moments of a lifetime,
and when December comes
I will float across the Universe as if I were
a beautiful snowflake,
falling falling falling
into His love and grace.
Silence kisses me and suddenly,
I am more than the sum of all my years
less then the stars and moon.
I sit and wait, into the ether of my being
love grows and flows into my veins,
no one knows, ...but me.
We tell you how you touch us
I hear you when you write
Your songs speak out the battles
You keep fighting in the night
And the things you say about yourself
They just don’t ring true
It’s not the way we see you
When your music’s breaking through
You are a pillar
Talent wrapped in pain
You turn your weight to wonder
You make beauty from the strain
And you don’t even know it
The way your words break through
You call it hurt and heartache
We call it something true
We see you
Even when you don’t
We hear the fire
Behind the smoke
You call it weakness
We call it art
You bare your soul
And strike a spark
It’s just you
And your honesty too
And every great artist
Bleeds a little truth
And you know I love you
So I see the best in you
I have seen you angry
I have watched you suffer through
I know the world can wear you down
I know you feel alone
What’s a modern man supposed to do
When the pressure chills the bone?
With all the expectations
Aall the things you think you need
To be enough, be worthy
To deserve your biggest dreams
What flows out from your mind
Through your hands into the keys
Is the dust of being human
The fight to breathe and to believe
We see you
Even when you don’t
We hear the fire
behind the smoke
You call it weakness
We call it art
You bare your soul
And strike a spark
It’s just you
And your honesty too
And every great artist
Bleeds a little truth
It’s life
It’s breath
It’s how we make our way
And even when you doubt it
You still help somebody stay
The grit beneath the surface
The demons we all face
And somehow in your breaking
You teach the rest of us our grace
We see you
Even when you don’t
We hear the fire
Behind the smoke
You call it darkness
We call it gold
You think it’s breaking
But it gives us hope
Be my friend
Be my workmate
Be my fellow lover of the art
Keep creating
Keep igniting
All the worlds inside your heart
It’s just you
And your honesty too
And every great artist
Shares their angst
So somebody else gets through
We climbed the gate while it was dark
So no one saw us in the park
We’d leave at eight and we’d be fine
For ‘Mr Keys’ would come at nine
This garden where the roses grew
In memory of people who
Wouldn’t mind that we were there
For where we trod, we trod with care
Not too much gear, we travelled light
No lamps to show up in the night
We had a place where we would sit
Until things brightened up a bit
Of brick and tin, with seats within
Its open face, a welcome grin
The shelter offered lakeside views
For those bereaved to sit and muse
And gazing out on yonder lake
In no rush for the day to break
It watched the mist sit dense and white
On waters that still clung to night
But as the moon took to its pillow
Something splashed beneath the willow
Newly crowned the sun took hold
To warm two lads who’d braved the cold
And in that dawning day we wished
For fish to feed… and so we fished
With bread or maggots, worms or cheese
To lure the carp from under trees
We caught one never, not once ever
We tried our best but carp are clever
They proved a never ending wait
But perch and roach would take our bait
And so we fished for what would bite
And every fish was pure delight
For every fish was surreptitious
Which made the fishing more delicious
Our voices low to show respect
The silence as I recollect
Was broken when the ducks went daft
Which sounded like the whole lot laughed
Then in the now increasing light
A few of them began to fight
A precursor, perhaps, to breeding
We didn’t care… the fish were feeding
And of the fish that we caught there
A tiddler was extremely rare
Though some were bigger than the rest
And sometimes, one, a personal best
But when the time had passed us by
With Mr Keys’ arrival nigh
Reluctantly we’d sneak away
No sign that we’d been there that day
*
How often have I reminisced
Of two good friends and where we fished
And of the people buried there
And how they didn’t seem to care
Another Sunday evening at the street-corner
next to the coffee parlour, overlooking the ocean
The solo pianist with desert-lime eyes
sits once-again on the piano chair.
His hair,a Honeysuckle-brown
with a salt and pepper tint
sways in the summer breeze
under the old wrought iron street-lamp.
Passers-by gather in a crowd
and listen to symphonic sounds.
Like on those many yesterdays
when She sat down on the old oak wooden bench
to listen to his baritone voice and melodic tune
Close enough, to capture the glow upon his face
through the soft embrace of a cradle-moon.
His fatigued- hands wear early youth
which match the embers of his heart
His fingers bleed between the keys
of black and white, as crimson red
wakes up the passion-rose inside.
Before each note, within each pause
Its there He thinks of her ..
The one who turned his every page
The brown -eyed ,sun-kissed island girl.
All vibrant colours fill up his mind
Her somber soul He seeks to find
Her shadow still craves to belong
wrapped in his arms and every song.
My head is in a spin,
My obsession just to win,
I'm driven and I'm mad
All I smell is gushing blood.
I feel I'm in a surreal game
That shooting sort - so very lame,
Where targets pop-up all around,
Nothing ever out of bounds.
What's good for them is great for me,
I'll deftly flatten all I see,
From rabid lawyers to media hacks,
I relish all their wild attacks.
For unbridled as they are
They alone propel me far,
Every moment of every day
From their lips my name they say.
Isn't that just simply grand,
As for every blow they land
Folks just rally to my side
Ferral wokes unable to abide.
I'm a fighter - all see that,
Unlike Joe that doddering dud.
Yes I'm tired - who wouldn't be,
But now the end I clearly see.
With the White House in my grasp,
I doubt I'll even need to ask,
They'll plead with me to take the keys
Given Biden's on his knees.
So while my enemies do the dance,
The time is near for me to prance.
They'll squeal and holler with all their might,
With me cheerleading at the sight.
I'll seal this race and do it quick
By any means and every trick.
Count me out at your great peril,
Not great odds even for the Devil.