Friday, May 7, 2010

Transient Melodies, Artistic Maladies


I found myself binging
On the sugar of your words
My happiness hinging
On subtle promises heard
You sigh in my direction
I inhale your air
Breathing your words
Within the quiet of our stare
Their inflection
Painting vividly
While I, unaware
That I wove the brush
With thistles plucked from the lashes
Of my third eye
I
Selected the hues
Within a moment’s hush
With not a moment to lose
I used
The tool of my want
To relay the vision of love
I dared not daunt
Each stroke
Depicting a diluted version
Of my mental scene
Purity now perversion
Beauty now obscene
Distorted figments
Of images once clear
Muddled pigments
Run together, and, disappear
Just like your words
Once said, vanished into
The thin of the air
I inhaled each sentence
Inebriation took effect
High from
Their meanings, mostly indirect
The pitch of each syllable
Dancing melodically
Ringing beautifully
The sound surrounds
Us
And within the silence I hear
Our song
Harmonies I can almost touch
Their beauty astounds
And suddenly
The rhythm goes wrong
Taking on a cadence all its own
Sounds tumbling downward
As though falling
From heavens height and landing
Back home
I’m left standing
In the reality of “alone”
The song rings in the distance
Fading softly against the wind
Beating against the drums
Of my ear
And softly dying within
My heart sings a staccato tune
Inaudible now
Its words etched as a rune
Its message within the furrow of my brow
I painted and conducted
Our picture and song
Both creations abducted
By the reality of
Wrong

LoveLust


Tension and strain
At the mention
Of a name
Inane
Attempts to
Remove the longing
From the vein
Of my loins
Which dictate
My body's restless state
My mind watches with distaste
And an inability
To relate
Ambivalence sets in
Guilt fights for space
Within the confines of my Lust
Guilt seeks to remove disgrace
But the wanting continues
My body's taunting endures
My mouth says "Yes", "No"
"Wait- now I'm not sure!"
"Please make it go away.
I don't want to want anymore"
I get on bended knee to pray
And while down on all fours
Kneeling down with my
Face pressed against the floor
This position no longer
Represents anything pure
Where my intent in the beginning was
About offering up a plea
I long to call God's name, yes
Only now, in salacious glee
I find fault in
My carnal being
My lecherous nature
Disagreeing
Lascivious greed
A wanton need
Flanked on both sides by
Chaste decrees
Longing to be freed
From frigidity's lock and key
Taboo lines on replay
My mind repeats
Words I'm too ashamed to say
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
This is an insatiable pain
The lust that remains
The driving force behind the
Tension
At the mention of a name
Getting harder to suppress
The longing and the strain
Fuck me, and relieve the stress
Fuck me 'til it goes away

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