opening night, the final exhibition
this is the final painting
this is the masterpiece
by the hand of the artist
thumb on the hammer
the gun is his brush
the wall is his canvas
his blood, the richest red
on his knees / eyes closed
gun in mouth / brush in hand
he'll paint memories / one final stroke
on the wall
he cannot resist it
the brushs' call
on the wall
painted in the richest red
because, by the hand of the artist
he took the brush in his hand
one final stroke
painted in the richest red
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Straight-razor Baby
crimson stained water
ragged torn flesh
porcelin decanter
filled to the brim
waterfall of rose petals
straight-razor baby
dancing at my finger-tips
down the spiral drain
like Alice after the rabbit
hopes, dreams
friends and foes
fear, hate
happiness and woes
dashed asunder
'pon porcelin shores
Heavenly Father, where have you been
fade to black
this is the end
waterfall of rose petal
life's a game you cannot win
fragile mind
loosely held together
but i lost the safety pin
porcelin decanter filled to the brim
waterfall of rose petals
cascading over the rim
ragged torn flesh
porcelin decanter
filled to the brim
waterfall of rose petals
straight-razor baby
dancing at my finger-tips
down the spiral drain
like Alice after the rabbit
hopes, dreams
friends and foes
fear, hate
happiness and woes
dashed asunder
'pon porcelin shores
Heavenly Father, where have you been
fade to black
this is the end
waterfall of rose petal
life's a game you cannot win
fragile mind
loosely held together
but i lost the safety pin
porcelin decanter filled to the brim
waterfall of rose petals
cascading over the rim
Slay the Lamb
standing alone
in an empty room
nothing here
save the mirror in front of me
cob-web draped
like a fine lace
walking forward
i wipe away
the spidery traces
of time's ancient brush
and ages old dust
just behind the darkened pane
a childs' hand matches mine
an enshadowed face
rises to face me
brown eyes behind coke-bottle lenses
under a dark mop of curls
a younger version of me
staring out at me
begging, pleading
spoken, but unheard
lips move, but i cannot read
in the shadows' darkened pool
a menace swims up behind
knotted fingers gripping my younger face
chewn-down nails
gripping my younger throat
a small lips quivers
eyes opened wide in fear
tears roll down
small brown cheeks
left hand melted to the glass
i shout and scream
right fist beating
like my pounding heart
against the glass as tears start to roll
shadowed hands
gripping my younger throat
nails sink into flesh
sure as jagged teeth
red life flowing over
white knuckles straining
little arms fall limp
little legs buckle
my younger me
sags beneath
tears and life
the little body falls limp
falling to my knees
into a crimson sea
jaw clenched
looking up
at the bloody handed mirror
blood drips from finger-tips
like the tears
past my lips
standing
palms to the glass
resting
forehead to the pane
breathing slowly
trying to forget
trying to let the pain pass
stepping back
bloody handprints
like a crimson butterfly
paint the glass
looking down at
red dripping hands
the shadow raises its face
i quake in horror
a wicked smile breaks
a devils' grin
parts a familiar face
and i slowly realize
as i recognize
that it's just me
staring back at me
as i killed my own innocence
in an empty room
nothing here
save the mirror in front of me
cob-web draped
like a fine lace
walking forward
i wipe away
the spidery traces
of time's ancient brush
and ages old dust
just behind the darkened pane
a childs' hand matches mine
an enshadowed face
rises to face me
brown eyes behind coke-bottle lenses
under a dark mop of curls
a younger version of me
staring out at me
begging, pleading
spoken, but unheard
lips move, but i cannot read
in the shadows' darkened pool
a menace swims up behind
knotted fingers gripping my younger face
chewn-down nails
gripping my younger throat
a small lips quivers
eyes opened wide in fear
tears roll down
small brown cheeks
left hand melted to the glass
i shout and scream
right fist beating
like my pounding heart
against the glass as tears start to roll
shadowed hands
gripping my younger throat
nails sink into flesh
sure as jagged teeth
red life flowing over
white knuckles straining
little arms fall limp
little legs buckle
my younger me
sags beneath
tears and life
the little body falls limp
falling to my knees
into a crimson sea
jaw clenched
looking up
at the bloody handed mirror
blood drips from finger-tips
like the tears
past my lips
standing
palms to the glass
resting
forehead to the pane
breathing slowly
trying to forget
trying to let the pain pass
stepping back
bloody handprints
like a crimson butterfly
paint the glass
looking down at
red dripping hands
the shadow raises its face
i quake in horror
a wicked smile breaks
a devils' grin
parts a familiar face
and i slowly realize
as i recognize
that it's just me
staring back at me
as i killed my own innocence
The Way of Man
Man is born
Heart and soul
Blod and bone
From Earth and dust
Man lerns the ways
Walking and talking
Singing and playing
Man learns the ways
Man finds his way
Wedding and fathering
Teaching and coaching
Man finds his way
Man passes the days
Hunting and fishing
Eating and sleeping
Man passes the days
Man forgets the days
His heart begins to slow
As the days begins to go
Until he's been returned
To Earth and dust
Heart and soul
Blod and bone
From Earth and dust
Man lerns the ways
Walking and talking
Singing and playing
Man learns the ways
Man finds his way
Wedding and fathering
Teaching and coaching
Man finds his way
Man passes the days
Hunting and fishing
Eating and sleeping
Man passes the days
Man forgets the days
His heart begins to slow
As the days begins to go
Until he's been returned
To Earth and dust
Death Comes
Worlds will be born
And worlds will die
In the blink of an eye
People come
And people go
It's so sad when they die
Alliances will be formed
Treaties will be broken
In the blink of an eye
Friendships will be made
And Lovers torn apart
Its so sad when they die
Wars will be won
And wars will be lost
In the blink of an eye
People gan faith
And people grow old
It's so sad when they die
Death comes to us all
In the blink of an eye
And worlds will die
In the blink of an eye
People come
And people go
It's so sad when they die
Alliances will be formed
Treaties will be broken
In the blink of an eye
Friendships will be made
And Lovers torn apart
Its so sad when they die
Wars will be won
And wars will be lost
In the blink of an eye
People gan faith
And people grow old
It's so sad when they die
Death comes to us all
In the blink of an eye
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
In Silence and Snow
The sun sets upon my soul
As in winters' bitter night
A vast emptiness of Snow
Awaits in the dying light
The winds mournful whisper
An echo crying within my soul
Fresh snowfall hides my tears
Hides my foot-falls
I am the walking shade
Erased from the past
Destination unknown
Ethereal breath
Ghosts swimming to Heaven
My face unfeeling from the cold
Encased in the armour of frozen tears
The echo of my trail enters into infinity
Upon my knees do i fall
Soul worn
Heart low
The Reaper awaits
In swirling snow
One final icy embrace
One final mournful whisper
With your name upon my ear
I fal into slumber unwaking
in silence and snow
As in winters' bitter night
A vast emptiness of Snow
Awaits in the dying light
The winds mournful whisper
An echo crying within my soul
Fresh snowfall hides my tears
Hides my foot-falls
I am the walking shade
Erased from the past
Destination unknown
Ethereal breath
Ghosts swimming to Heaven
My face unfeeling from the cold
Encased in the armour of frozen tears
The echo of my trail enters into infinity
Upon my knees do i fall
Soul worn
Heart low
The Reaper awaits
In swirling snow
One final icy embrace
One final mournful whisper
With your name upon my ear
I fal into slumber unwaking
in silence and snow
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