You are my phoenix rising;
Revolting from the flames and ashes
That scores my soul with tainted lashes and
Thrusts me down to die
Yet in my heart chastising
With fears and hopes subsiding
And back, back again I fall on pity’s sword
Which speaks of past iniquities, tears, pain and
Torches doused again
You are my phoenix rising
Soar out then across the plains of my heart
Reach inside my very core and pluck me whole
From the skies; so this psyche can reveal
And heal for you, my phoenix
Subtle threads dividing
Beyond the grain of nature’s pull as
The beat of drums disguising, a passion in me rising
And against all past advising,
I fall, fall, fallFor you have become all
My phoenix rising
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Friday, 28 May 2010
The Stage
Whilst on this stage
You play your many parts
Inside these bones
Lies my splintered sickening heart
Crawling with dread
On the inverted mirror’s rim
Mind’s eyes see blindly
And fester cruelly within
Fear, acerbic, cuts out my tongue
Hope, now hopeless, is overthrown
Under your pall of darkest censure
Perch I here, jaded and prone
At the verge of a precipice
And I cannot recall
Should I turn away and live
Or forgive and fall?
You play your many parts
Inside these bones
Lies my splintered sickening heart
Crawling with dread
On the inverted mirror’s rim
Mind’s eyes see blindly
And fester cruelly within
Fear, acerbic, cuts out my tongue
Hope, now hopeless, is overthrown
Under your pall of darkest censure
Perch I here, jaded and prone
At the verge of a precipice
And I cannot recall
Should I turn away and live
Or forgive and fall?
To My Lover
Seconds roaring past in
Minutes; breaking barriers of simple
Shifting sights; sounds seeping
And sombre serenity;
Waving at our hidden form
Beneath this tiny life which
To us is all.
Thoughts whispering within
Hours; ricochet reflections that
Reverberate in sweetness echoing,
Silently murmuring
Behind the veil of my secret sin;
The innocent sins which only you
Speak of.
Curse my reproaches and
Delight in that which falls
Short of certainty
Laugh, my love, and dance upon
My heart.
Minutes; breaking barriers of simple
Shifting sights; sounds seeping
And sombre serenity;
Waving at our hidden form
Beneath this tiny life which
To us is all.
Thoughts whispering within
Hours; ricochet reflections that
Reverberate in sweetness echoing,
Silently murmuring
Behind the veil of my secret sin;
The innocent sins which only you
Speak of.
Curse my reproaches and
Delight in that which falls
Short of certainty
Laugh, my love, and dance upon
My heart.
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