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Carolina SummerAn orchestra of crickets
Complements the tree-frogs' band
The symphony of nature speaks
To the notebook in my hand
The ground is wet and cool now
From the rain this afternoon
The wet magnolias glitter
In reflection of the moon
My feet sink into damp red clay
As I remove my shoes
A Carolina morning breaks
And mountains fill my view
Love and Hate“Do you hate me?” I asked.
“No,” she told me. Her lips brushed against my cheek, extinguishing a single tear.
I knew she would be well within her rights to hate me; I’d done it again. I’d given in and let the demons overpower me. And yet, she held me tenderly in the aftermath, hiding the anguish she felt inside. Despair welled within her every time she dutifully wrapped my forearms in clean white gauze, but she never let it show. Seeing the crimson blood and broken flesh pained her; she was ill at the sight of what I had done. But nothing tore her apart more than imagining what depths of agony must have compelled me to do this to myself again.
She could never comprehend the brokenness, the abject madness that churned inside me each time I fell from grace, each time I surrendered to the depraved, twisted beauty of that glistening blade. Nor did she pretend to understand. She just knew I needed someone to break that fall. I needed someone to sit with m
Il est temps de partir, infants de l’aube grise
Il est temps de savoir, ou d’aller à la brise
Nous fûmes sœurs de sang, d’âme et parfois de corps
Mais la nuit nous priva du repos dû aux morts.
Comme la feuille au vent, nos racines sont sèches
Fiancées aux tombeaux froids, mariées aux ravins rêches ;
Sous le soleil Corinthe, et Athènes et la Pnyx
Sous la lune le Nord, et l’horizon d’onyx.
Marchez, blêmes infants, découvrez sous la terre
La triple damnation accablant votre mère,
Prenez garde en entrant dans l’antre du passé
Son goût pour le sang froid jamais ne s’est lassé ;
TranscendenceI'd like to be the sun as well as the moon:
for me to be star-crossed and tragic.
I'd like to be remembered, and legends be true
And be regarded, above all, as magic.
Let mythology be damned, they'll worship me so
For they hardly even know.
Let mythology be damned,
Let mythology be damned,
Their song and dance will be quite a show.
I dream of the day I'm fire within the ice
Encapsulated in all my splendor.
But maybe just a marble statue will suffice
As long as they gaze and worship in wonder.
The shrines will come and the offerings will flow
And the cults will branch in droves.
The shrines will come
The shrines will come
And wide-eyed followers will come in tow.
It'll be easier to be a martyr
Because there is no hard work for me.
I'll just need to pose with my dog and armor
I'll receive a holiday, you'll see!
Like water in amber, I will be memorialized
And become the spark in your eyes.
Like water in amber
Like Water in amber
Becoming an idol is a clever disguise!
The InquisitorBy right of God
The Holy Spirits
And the Church
I shall shape the world
A world bound by unity
Where none is an enemy
A world expelled from evil
Where no demon roams the earth
My sword fighting the fire
That defies my belief
A scorched stake
The end of all my foes
By right of God
The Holy Spirits
And the Church
I have shaped the world
Silver Slips and DancersIt’s there in the beaten mirror she holds
In broken hands she cries of a defeat
The night will take her before she grows old
And they will cry, “narcissist” in the street
There, she dances softly on the surface
And shows the swan what it means to pirouette
But she cannot break exteriors face
found so ashen from the year’s cigarette
They will write books about that wayward girl
Speak of once easy laugh and softest eyes
That such light could be consumed by this world
should show that both bones and beauty will die
Pressed fingers to lips form a last cachet
In silver, shard veils, sashaying away
Love Sonnet #3Love Sonnet #3
My tranquility, my peace of mind
Cannot be found outdoors
Nor can it be found in a throng of men
They have a voice like a lion's roar
They never frighten or intimidate [me]
Nay! They only disgust and bore me
My peace of mind, my joy at heart
Is found at home, with one
Who I love and who loves me
From dawn till dusk, till dawn
For I know that we both crave much love
And we cannot bear to live alone
Aye! there is but one source of peace for me:
That is my love, my sweetheart, Puabi.
Man of Thirteen FacesLord of Time.
The oncoming storm.
Destroyer of worlds.
now fallen hero.
Warrior of fire and ice.
Thief and physician.
Defender of Earth.
No HeroWe pledge ourselves to saintliness.
We turn our eyes away.
Forget that people suffer.
Not here, and not today.
Turn our faces upwards
And sing into the sky:
Hell must find a hero
When all the angels cry.
You Be The Family...Father, thank you for all your efforts.
Mother, thank you for all your sacrifices.
But please don't cry for me.
For in heaven there is no room.
No room for the tears to fall.
Brother, you were my idol.
Sisters, you've gone through more.
I'm not as strong as any of you.
I'm more than half of you all.
I've seen it all.
I've felt it all.
I've heard it all.
Yet not as much as you.
'Cause I'm not as old but
We all know that some
Are old even when young.
Since we've all said
it's whats inside
not what is outside.
But I can tell you.
I'd rather be outside,
Then stuck inside.
All by myself.
So I'm letting go.
That this is goodbye.
(c) Damien Blaze 6/12/2013
She passes through with the grace of a heavenly goddess
With skin as fair as snow, and as refined as royalty
She possess an allure that can make a man fall to fealty
Her eyes are like a clear moonlit sky on a summer night
To which you find yourself so immersed to turn away from such a sight
A beautiful rebel in a society of woes
She is the crown of graciousness from her sunlit blonde hair to every little toes
But I jest, she is the only one I reach for yet she has become so unattainable.
This woman-This angel has captured my heart
But as I try to voice this love, I become tangled in emotional webs that are unshakable
For she has found a soul to share in a brilliant young upstart
As she gravitates toward him, she never will have
ConsciousnessWhen foggy quiet evenings fall
When Heaven hovers low
And almost imperceptibly
My heart beats soft and slow
My world slows down to imitate
The sleepy summer rain
In tender sacred harmony
With all that God has made
I cannot see or hear you now
Or touch your fingertips
But even when the sky is dark
I know the sun exists
And precious as the air
Familiar as the rising sun
I breathe, and you are there.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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