In Memoriam of Time�s Leisure

Silence of me

 It’s early…

The candle wick has burned up with more then enough oil left

 

 

I broke into a museums garden at night

Jumped in a window

Eyes lows as they go

Found the skeleton key to make a copy of

Old mansion full of this nation’s histoire’

Stepping into the dark feeling as though I wasn’t alone

 

 

Running through beauty

I leap at the glass,

shattering shards behind me

I awkwardly hit the water below

I hold my breath as long as I my lungs can take it

I swim towards the surface of the atmosphere,

looking for you asleep in the clouds

 

 

I stand in sand

A cove away from opaque thought

Wind and my storm embrace my limbs

I paint the soundless sky with lightning’s streaks

I capture the sound of thunder with my eyes

I whisper skeleton’s secrets in choppy waters

Bringing down meteorites from the sky

Concerned with missing more then a piece

I resign myself to killing the words

Making a fool out of love

 

 

Sounds of Paris from the rooftops,

transfixed…

 

 

I lower the sky to the water

Rush towards the shard of your heart in the sand

Fatality’s horrendous harmony

She sings my dust into the sky

She lights up the ash one last time,

like a phoenix in our minds

I am apart of all things

I am a part from all things

I was someone who love treated with indifference

I am a part of nothing

I am an alley way

Waiting to play you a note from the beggar against the wall

“Drift in my dear,

let the breeze remind you of my affection”

Sometimes I still hold you intangibly in the eye of my palm

 

Beat break…

Imploding stars

 

Guitar string snaps

I shake out the ground

Play god with my cove

Stretching your sensibility

Leave the present with me

Let’s escape to the realest of moments

Over the earth

Under the ocean

On a child’s skipping stone

A place where oxygen doesn’t have to be our necessity

 

 

Traveling at the speed of light across our world,

shots ring out…

 

The dogs are being chased by the foxes

Superstitious monks beat the devil away,

Imposing on sleep as they pray

I canvas your body with white light

Flush you red,

green soul

Hear you’re tone

I realize I’m shining in adoration’s invincibility,

looking upwards at the burnt out chandeliers

 

I should have known…

Specters as spectators on a parallel plain just wanting, home

 

This hotel particulier' is occupied by inhabitants from the past,

full of boring bourgeoisies days melted into a lifetime of gardens and fountains

Another era’s silhouette illuminates with aristocratic conversations showing the masses a new way to think

The voices are too much

The darkness of the dark leads me to believe all the doors must be behind the tapestries

 

How long have I been here?            

 

Bare feet on the marble floor

Shadows of centuries past’s audience witnessing my embarrassing display

Fore I realized I have been closed eyed, heart dented, dancing with words side by side with the unknown.

 

Personal storm cloud over head,

lonely hero…

 

My conscience’s demon yelling from across the crowd

Sometimes you make bad good

And sometimes you are the bad, good can’t change

In imagination’s cove

Playing a song

Seizing the sage smoke,

attempting to banish me with salty words sprinkled on each corner of my body

 

We light a candle to remember people we love

We lower flags when someone dies of note

We bury them as deep as it is economical in the dirt

Shame on me for waiting out the worlds love

Wake up Nathaniel

Wake up Nathaniel

Wake up Nathaniel

No more

Dancing with statues shadows

Sliding down memory’s banister

Putting my joint out in your tea

Addiction’s surreal reality

Mental knots being undone

Inhale

Exhale

See a sad old man blow out the smoke,

regretting life and who he has become

Time’s distance initiates a familiar, peculiar feeling

 

I just take it all in…

Allowing my old souls battered wings to melt as I get closer towards the enchanting heat of the sun 

Reviews

[Lilith]

Simply amazing! Your poems truly hold some strong emotion in them. They're very touching, and the stories they tell are magnificent.