terça-feira, 4 de setembro de 2018

If a tree could talk, bittersweet company.

The mailman came bearing anew
I remember a flash, faltering knees
First the snow, later the frost
A desirable darker tune
Hand in wrist, counting graces

Watchers whose soul were sold
Faraway ,invictus, up Violet Hill
Where we hear love resonates
Greater things past a dark year
Whose life we recall in anger

They folded my inibition
Or did I forgot to miss a turn.
If trees could talk, sing back to me
Shelter to those mean birds
Taunting me with gracious fragility
Peacocking airways, throat grows weary
Display what you meant and stay,
odds were, you end up changing
Get better now cornered by chance

I swore to God I would wake up
By walking the path of an exile
I would find what I was missing
Yet the reason I close my eyes
Is but a painful realization I am a fool

My downfall was linked to caring little
Kindred spirits do die young, 'ya know?'
My vitals are a letdown, facing blink company
Drugs are the pump that defines it, bittersweet
Incoherent laughter, oh boy did I had my doubts
Into the next one, no swindler act
The only remedy up my sleeve is agony
That once I am no longer lost
I will still find myself in that lane
'Cos boy do I love getting cocky.

Hallmark to caution catapulted
Out with the old, make it pretty
To see, erupt in truly frightning fashion
A dome out of reach in silver barb wire
We talked about gold, jewelry for later days
Drum beat trapped behind the ear
I am always listening, festering again.

Bench those dark clouds son
Hate cannot outrun karma
Nor in zest thump a lovers nest.

A fantasy we don't talk about
And no prayer elevates the suffucation
Amounts to dust in the air
Closet virtue spares rocket adventures
To be stripped bare, off decay U ask
Lord peel my skin, consume my organs
The chariot signals the pathway inwards.

A soul that burns slowly hasn't travelled
It's symphony knows no tempo
Turn it on son, explore through blood
Exchange wrong by song, well met
By bodily lyrical decomposer
Only then will you have been taught
How to love.
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I remember the day with peak clarity
Pushed under, breath stolen
On borrowed time, about to drown
Deconstruct the fallacy son
Hold it up and you will learn how to swim
Only then will we go home again.

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