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"Love Crucifies"
I have you pinned
butterfly
all your colours
spreading
naked underneath
submission whispers
submission speaks
hands encircle
your wrists
arms open
outstretched
beckoning
beseeching
my heart
on your
drum beating
chest
Love Crucifies
Love Liberates
We transfer souls
We kiss
Love Liberates
Love Crucifies
une petite mort à tout prix
Just like this
Love Crucifies
Love Liberates
We transfer souls
create
Light
une petite mort à tout prix
Just like this
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Everywhen" / Massive Attack
https://youtu.be/nMGF9_aSdC8
Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Massive-attack-everywhen-lyrics
Jesus stands before me
with two broken arms
He proclaims, "you are not forgivable"
and tears ran down his face
But I'm an innocent man I professed
I have bee misjudged
Bones protruding and nails from his wrists
he walks towards me and gives me a hug
I am quivering as his warm blood stains my clothes
I look him into his eyes and ask 'why?'
"Man holds onto the darkest evils" he says
His crown of thorns pinches my forehead
Am I doomed to Hell, will I burn forever?
Can you stop the forces that are in place?
The leaves begin to spin up and around us
The clouds break and the sunshine warms through the open air
"You will perish for the sins of others, I cannot protect you"
"The Kingdom of Heaven is not in your path. You will indeed burn"
My tears turn to salt. He releases me.
I begin my descent.
I keep trying to fight but everyday it gets worse,
I'm trying to carve out a path but it hurts
and I loop around to where I stood first.
I'm stuck suffering,
but won't let no fat lady sing.
Relapse,
forget the feeling,
I'll just get back to my feet and I'll stand,
because fate demands,
I'll never live it down if I don't rebound.
I honestly promise to be at my strongest,
in fact no impact or test
can crush my chest, ever,
I'm a last and never rest
not 'til I bask that no flag flew at half mast.
I'll dip and I'll rise like a rollercoaster ride
but I'll never hollow out inside or lose my pride,
I'll battle depressions wickedness with all my witty grittiness
and when I'm knocked down I'll breathe, go again and believe,
with a greed for freedom core and seed 'til I'm freed.
That's the wish beyond painful twists,
a thirst to slit wrists through self hatred,
and the positive drive is confiscated,
but don't be mistaken I'll reinstate it,
I aint breaking, this life aint there for the taking,
I'll rehabilitate me inevitably.
the night i realized i could never fall in love again
i saw a white bird at 3:13 AM
contoured,
unobscured by the darkness,
gliding above the black SUV
where i smuggled my rotting flesh,
harbored beyond the shore of throbbing bodies,
bathed in blue light
in a country where i could never be understood
the night i realized i could never fall in love again
i saw a white bird at 10:15 PM,
unconfined, its primary covert
donning the grey spell of clouds
where it found its refuge,
drifting through my weary eyes
are you tired of me yet?
your porcelain hands fractured beneath my stubborn grip,
your fragments surrendered to the current,
destined to wash upon someone else's coast
i gave myself to you
until nothing remained
your life became unwillingly tangled in mine,
and though my miserly delusions
spoiled long ago,
their memories still root themselves like thorns,
piercing my skull
i cannot stop the bleeding
i wish i could apologize,
for you do not deserve to remain imprisoned
inside the amber haze
i selfishly refuse to bury
although i released you several years ago,
i still slit my wrists daily,
just to let the blood leech
my bitter, dried-up heart
i wish you knew
i do not know another way to exist
no poem,
no human,
no touch
can return spilled blood to my veins
on one of the many nights
my heart was drained of its warmth,
i dreamt i gave birth to a baby girl
painfully, miserably,
i folded inward,
with no one
inside my blurred horizon
i only cry openly in my sleep,
because it is the only place
where i see things as they are
without the diluted disguise of hope,
without the beguiled assurances
of my narrowing reality
i remember i can never fall in love again
every moment i fail to love myself enough
to entrust this emaciated body
to another soul
the day i knew it was time to carve this godforsaken life into stone,
i saw no white bird at no particular time
i sat motionless
on a train that would not stop
for my strangled sobs,
for a stalled existence as pathetic as mine
so, with tears i could not suppress
retracing the map of my bloodshot face,
i engraved
what i had known
since the day you left:
my own death sentence.
Is this life in full color and clarity?
why did i yearn for the unknown?
Now biting back chunks of regrets and no thank you's!
I am no snow white and this no fairy tale love story.
This is my reality unsure and insecure, is your reality different from mine?
Or does yours also bring you to your knees?
Sunset dreams turning into ashes at my feet.
No candyfloss clouds , no pretty little songs of beauty and peace!
Is it pretty how i used to slit my wrists and slash at own flesh?
Did it look good as the blood dripped and wounds turned into scars?
Self inflicted gashes of raking fingers towards sanity!
A mirrored reflection of tears of harmful words.
Some my own others gathered by the bags i wanted left empty.
No pictures today i feel a little ugly distraught and disfigured.
Lips parted for screams never ushered.
Self pity no longer needed.
Feeling sorry not fitting to this situation brought on by undeserving un-shed tears! Cornered rocking chair back and forth in the poisoned air.
Mocking insanity right in the face of untold truth of my state.
Don't worry i wont let it slip.
Remembering the sound of release as it drips.
Sorry no thank you's filling every pore.
Just a little crazy at the core.
Pointless slumber exhale its over for today.
Circled starting up again unsettled when i wake!
I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid
Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive
My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake
Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest
I want to die to live again
Set me free
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain,
I'm already out of breath
Suffocating on my hopelessness
Every day I am alive
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing
With these thoughts that are too much
One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes
I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground
Don't be selfish
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.
End it, hold me under
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Haunting images
Deleted from my mind
Laughing
As I leave this world behind
Water
Floods my lungs
Death
Leans in for a kiss
Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss.
Sitting in a dark room
I flutter mothwing eyelids.
It comes to me
that I was born to be
the hive master of every earthy beast,
and a flock of wild angels.
My moth eyed fluttering pauses
to stare me down,
I was born to be looked at,
born to be the face of death,
a performance, a circus, a pantomime,
deaths own masquerade, a poet.
Sitting in a dark room
I grope for a bottle of wine on a side table.
My angels are thirsty,
the beasts are lapping at the open cuts,
those self-inflicted wounds
upon angelic wrists.
I was born to be this blank page and a pen,
a purchaser of refurbished laptops -
born to be a set of blindly probing keys
for the unlocking of symbols,
fictions real enough to feed
even the thin white blood
of mothwings.
Fear
loathe
pity us Not
We scars
so judiciously brought into existence
by silent shreds
of emotion:
Jagged sighs,
wretched smiles,
come journey Dysfunction.
We beg your brave outsiders' senses
to peer
Are you
Perplexed by soft whispers
that emanate Clear
from each
line?
Does our breadth
of a slice
of depth
of vice
the stripping of seams
to bloodlines
within,
defy perfect dreams
of sweet nectar
skin?
Dare you touch these velvet ropes
muddied
from cold steel
hue
now dry
in caked puddles
of lost hopes,
once winding
thick
through?
Fear
loathe
pity us Not
We scars
so judiciously sought into existence
by silent shreds
of promise:
Sound larks
of empathy's
song,
Heed the marks
of our concern,
liquid and long...
We merely yearn
to be forgotten
in realms of healing
Hope
begotten.
Chains on ones wrist that's unseen
The eyes chasing in a wayward keen
Which holds one unto slave of death
In this poem to seek guidance of breath
To tell of shackles of a staggering walk
The crooked lines of deception in chalk
Drawn from drunkards wine of lustful desires
In the thicket of thorns and briers
Saying, we are free to roam our own way
But, yet the entanglement of a stray
Oh, how long will ye wander
As God makes His presence known as thunder
Calling out that one might seek
To receive a new direction unto thy feet
Released from chains of guilt
To become crafted as the beauty of a quilt
Entering unto a newfound peace and joy
With this breath calls out a redemption story
Of Christ which separates wheat from chaff
The One God lifted up as Moses raised his staff
But today I am freeing you from the chains on your wrists. Come with me to Babylon, if you like, and I will look after you; but if you do not want to, then don’t come. Look, the whole country lies before you; go wherever you please.”
Jeremiah 40:4 NIV
But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves of God, the benefit you reap leads to holiness, and the result is eternal life.
Romans 6:22 NIV
Little boy lost in echoes of his past.
Not knowing though never forgetting.
In things that linger in memories unspoken.
Lost and alone always foreboding thoughts.
Dreams of nightmares scattered across his mind.
Colors are always dark and muted in a fog.
So many drugs on this lost highway.
Some days were filled with blue skies.
Most often than not colors of gray muted walls.
Bruises were a constant on wrists and ankles.
There is always that sinking feeling rising up.
Words and memories flashed through his mind.
It is a place of control except for no control at all.
It is free reign here to do what is pleasing for some.
The mind can take you away from places you can't deal with.
He locked away secrets, deep inside, as he tried to forget.
As he watched the paintings on the wall changing forms.
As they took him places he longed to be, to forget things.
He did not want to see, dreams of nightmares and evil things.
As this boy never understood bringing to near death.
When the song of the holy rang out in his ears.
He thought he had nothing in this life to fear.
And in the end, this lost boy slipped off to heaven.
Never to be seen again, with anyone to cry for him.
3 am 3/ 24/ 2012 I took the liberty of putting 3- 4 stories in one poem/ my X was a cop, and he told me a few stories of him & his team rescuing those boys.