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Hollow Candles.

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 14:09:24 GMT

Dark berry stains your cheeks,
your lips,
the hills upon your
pottery arms,
and I wonder what it is
to rape
love.
I can see the tiny flaws
in the diamonds
that you've stolen,
so carelessly...
a leech to sweet blood,
who picks delicately at tiny seeds
and devours
their
hopes.
What you have taken
is no longer
golden.
Precious stones
held ripely within your clawed
grasp,
a neat smile
upon those
maroon
demons
that hide the pearly luster
of death
about your
tongue...
No longer lustrous,
but lustful,
and wasted.
A dull shine within those glistening
sands,
because the stars
can't catch the prayers
of the moon
anymore.
Eracination.
When the freedoms of the heart
are thieved away
behind dark eaves
of
hatred -
for self,
for the sun,
until he blinds himself
to the
pain -
there is no
worship.
Just an
empty
candle.

I Am Drowning.

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 11:41:13 GMT

((Sung))

...In the rain,
my love will melt away...
thunder-headin' clouds taunting happiness...
For the Spring,
he wraps his hands about my golden wrists...
He pulls me out of all my,
fallen-angel martyr ways,
and drags me down to my,
drownin' days...

((Spoken))

Your smiles smell like baby-faced flowers blooming under the stealth of a sweet,
Spring
rain.

It's no wonder they corrupt my black soul.

Where before I would,
jump over broken bridges
and dive without pretense to the depths of
black-water wells...
just to watch myself shatter as I hit the brick-bottom...

See, I used to fall in love.

I used to blind-fold my milk-chocolate eyes and fling myself over the precipice of trust,
backwards,
waiting for the strong arms of a silver-studded knight to catch me.
And then I would pick up every scattered piece of mica-memory
winking murderously at me from beneath my out-stretched and bleeding fingers,
storing them within the shadows that clung
to every rung
of my dislocated spinal chord...
My pain was a bridge to nowhere,
and my back was a rotting and twisted skeletal-stairway to heaven that never quite reached the top...

I was constantly seeking...wandering...looking...

((Sung))

Searching for the key to his angel wings...
Fire brandished in his feathers...
Dive into the
pool
of love
within
his eyes...
I am falling...
and I fall...
endlessly...

((Spoken))

Hungry for love.
No -
Starving for it.
And yet,
every acidic tear drop set fire to the darkness that splayed itself just beyond the reach of my
flickering
halo
glow.
So every path was burned into oblivion.
Every clue that would have led me to the secrets lurking behind silhouetted kisses
and muffled "I love you"'s
floated down as the ashes and cinders of
flaming angel wings...
Falling in love had begun to deteriorate my innocence;
I thought I would never fly again.

Every sip I took of it was poison to my heart.
Unconciously, whenever I tucked myself to sleep
inside fantasies and dreams,
I would scoop up the snowy coating of charred feathers from about my heels
and drink in the dryness
of infatuation.

So yes,
I used to fall in love.
And I used to let my body wither in the sun for lack of it.

But now, I'm drowning.

You have molded me into your
brown-clay-in-a-riverbed kiss;
so as we dance around beneath Spring rain-clouds,
slipping on dew-sprinkled blades of emerald until we're forced to dive into those overflowing puddles of laughter and surging joy in eachother's eyes for lack of sure footing...
I have found that my wings no longer drag in the dust inside my shadows,
but propel me through steep waters.
I am
drowning,
yet I will not die.
I will grow gills and soak in the strange sensation of your pure words,
and remember that love is not a free-fall,
but a descent upwards to the sediment of one's own heart.

((Sung))

((End))

He is...

Fri, 30 Jan 2009 11:24:02 GMT

His deep dreads
fall into a lucious silhouette
of molten
honey...
they drip lavishly
from the depths
of his
whispered
thoughts.
Two eyes like
caramelized
brown-sugar stars
smolder into
my
being...
His smooth chocolate skin
grows deeper,
as if the twilight would seek to
draw night
upon him.
But it is not the sun
that dims
his countenance.
His features
give clarity
to the heart
I wear about my neck,
beating to a song
which mine
lustly
sings.
It is his halo
that reveals itself;
the purity of his
golden wings
that leave me
in
awe.

...Heaven-sent.

Bajan March.

Thu, 29 Jan 2009 14:51:44 GMT

I walk upon a path of
tears,
shed like bits of broken
soul
from eyes shut wide.

My ancestors.

And along the way,
sugar cane seeks to see me
stumble -
bundles of it dipped in the blood of
innocent
black-faced
flowers.

Tiny fingers
and baby hands,
which should have been
tenderly
running through
golden thrushes...

They still grip their
broken hearts,
dripping sweetly inside
those
stalks.

And though the beach around me
is devoid of all
life
but mine -
I can see a million footprints
ahead,
where my heels
have not yet
touched.

And the wind whispers
dearly
to me,
with the voice of cool mango
and the spray of clear sea...

"Child,
you will walk
in this procession
seemingly
alone;
but your family,
who still struggle with their shackles,
will accompany you -
through every faltering
step,
and every staggering
run -
waiting for you
to liberate
their
memories."

And so, I march.

Midnight.

Tue, 27 Jan 2009 15:04:50 GMT

-{REFRAIN}-

She wove her –

Diamonds-in-her-hair,

Inside that,

Al-a-baster-stare;

She glows down on me…

She grows above me;

I play her –

Symp-a-thizing-dare,

Beneath her –

Symp-a-thizing-glare,

The tide above her…

My midnight lover –

Uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh!

Verse 1

She broke backs – backed to rocks/ Ba-rocked – wit’ two trigga’s/ bein' fingered/ on her cor-set…top…/ she drops featha’s/ when she sheds ‘em/ halo pulsin’ to the rhythm/ of the wishes in the ghetto - / stop!/ cops/ be props/ in a play/ played the game/ in the shadows/ of her mid-night…plots…/ she locks crime in a cage,/ enraged/ out-breaks/within a city-wide…stage…/ she in the same silver dress/ with the same onyx drop/ on the same diamond necklace/ yes…/ whispered wishes of healing/ she’s been dealing/ her solaces/ like lacey lusts/ among the rest…less…/ she grooms/ guns to goons/ like the one’s and two’s/ hot tears/ she strums the blues…/ like saxophones/ the notes/ emerge like bloody smoke/ in the murder that she…wrote…/ splayed like lovers on my sheets/ she bleeds/ her hope/ through the windows and out of dreams.../ she screams/ sovereignties/ obscene/ the servants’ seen/ her silhouette about the knees…/ ghosts don’t want her,/ pearly mother/ two tides lavishing their pistol-pain upon – her…/ out of breath,/ can’t we rest?/ heads to pillows/ sweet kisses beneath the moonlight, like -

-{Refrain}- 1x

Verse 2

Lost in Maybe...

Mon, 26 Jan 2009 14:58:06 GMT

Through the fog,

I see the headlights

Like the shadows

In the weir;

And he opens

Up his hopes and fears

And lays them out

For me.

I can feel

Anticipation as he

Pulls me into

His arms,

And stars dim

Under his dreads

As he rests

His lips on mine –

The moon is watching –

She is singing

To the tune of our

Investment

Just a whisper

In the trees,

There’s a humming

From the skies

Leaves are broken

Window wiping,

Trapped within the glare

Of his eyes

Like two bright suns,

He is smiling,

And my heart may

Fall the pieces

With his fingers

Tracing my tears

And his faith

Beneath my skin

We are frozen

In the car,

With our hands

All intertwined

And the water

Fills the windshield

As we drown

Inside the pain –

Bliss lives

As we embrace it

But we’re a

Thousand steps away

From the heartache

Of my leaving

But I’ll see him

Once again…

Chocolate skin

Upon mine, golden,

And he holds me

While the lights dim

He is trying

To engulf me,

But my soul remains

Outside him

And the truth

Is what might kill us

Because

All this is a prelude

To the darkness

Of the river

As we take a dip

Inside it

And I ask him

For a light

Because my candle’s

Growing dim

But he ignores me

To erase me,

I am just to beats

From him

And we close

Our eyes and dream

Of sunsets

Sitting under oceans

And we walk

Above its twilight,

Sweet tides falling

High beneath;

He is calling to me,

Far away,

With hands outstretched to me…

But my heart

Is still upon them

And he cradles me;

Together.

Murderers.

Tue, 20 Jan 2009 14:44:35 GMT

Refrain:

Summer Days, and Winter Nights...

(It will mess with your mind.)

When the moon comes out to hide...

(it will mess with your mind.)

In the Spring, we learn to Fall...

(It will mess with your mind.)

Guess we're murderers after all...

(It will mess with your mind.)

Verse 1:

Summer days when the wind blows confusion through my hair;
Sweatin' high, sun is flyin', whispers floatin' in the air;
The, craziness of a, Summer love -
Come take a bite of my, poison apple!
One whispered "how do you do?
I'd love to know you,"
one smile, a wink
favor me please, just -
close that door, let's sweep the floor-with-our-dance;
two months to waste, ooh baby can we last?
but then those hot-hot days, they change, blown away, left to mend, seasons change and then it ends.

*-{Refrain x1}-*

Verse 2:

Midnight strolls, boardwalkin' in the park;
Kissin' under the eaves, droppin' hints behind the dark -
baby be my, valentine,
you can be the moon and gain control of my tides;
Let me feed all these shadows with our love,
coo and crow, struttin'-strollin' like white doves;
Just fly along with this happenstance,
no more lonely nights - ooh baby can we last?
Slow move slower, slight more-
to slowmo,
Fall beneath the skies till there's no where else to go;
And we move down, to break up the ground,
let's quake the Earth, shake the stars, -
live pretend,
ooh, can't we ever predict when this ends?

*-{Refrain x1}-*

Verse 3:

One more fling with destiny,
two golden rays take the best of me;
kisses ripe, sunset to twilight -
the death of love in one bloody knife, I -
Shout for mercy, Lord no more pain,
I can't take him leavin' me once again!
These lusty whiles, to these twinkling strifes,
He murders me, it's our last night...

(Oooh...)

*-{Refrain x2}-*

Spanish.

Tue, 13 Jan 2009 15:02:34 GMT

Quiero con sonar en espanol...

Porque mi vida no existe en realidad...

Y la luna, la senorita de la noche,

con su pelo de estrellas,

se aplaca mi pasion...

Y mi alma, es escribio en los fuegos;

mi corazon es de mis suenos,

asi sueno en espanol.

Peak of sweet mountains tickiling the belly of the sun with bright pointy fingers of ancient ices.

Double l's find their way from pallet to pallet, and off my eager tongue, "Que bella..." I've fallen in love with luciousness.

Clean waves rear in salutations to a painted land, showing sky behind sands and pearly pebbles

to the call of coastlines and feathers. Warmth hugs me fiercely, and I fall to a downey nest of sweet dreams. In my mind, I am dreaming in Spanish.

...Y mi lengua,

desea una idioma caprichosa,

asi sueno en espanol.

Remember Our Significance.

Mon, 12 Jan 2009 17:43:01 GMT

Your eyes tell me that I reside beneath you -

but you forget.

The dirt below your feet is not something

that is to be despised or spat upon;

for black and brown build the foundations of the Earth

on which you stand.

Our lustrous tones like shining muds filled with flecks of mica

fill bones that shape giants of geometric wonder.

We are not insignificant -

for it is white smoke and cloud matter that is

scattered

by the winds.

Greetings to the Sun.

Mon, 12 Jan 2009 17:33:10 GMT

The wind skittered across placid oceans,

attracting waves like staticy hairs of water

reaching to shake hands with the sun.