Gray - An exploration of dark depression

“Tell me,” you say, “of your minds condition.” Listen, I will tell you this story of gray. I feel the gray, wrapping around my soul in a haze of unwanted anxiety. Funny this watered down black, like chocolate swirls in spoiled milk. This malefaction covers my lens, from this my world is shown in streaks of deteriorated joy. My warm blanket is soaked with fruitless and pointless tears. Nothing is gained by the sorrow, by the feelings. Feelings that are wrong, but sharp and cutting. Like a gun that backfires is my love. I point it toward her and the pain is set loose on my soul.

Gray is my soaking wet blanket, trying to keep myself warm in the breeze of cool emotion. Gray is my elixir of madness. I drink deep from the drought of darkness gone bad. Stormy clouds gather, a condensation of holiness evaporated from the lake of my soul, leaving it a lifeless puddle of unfathomable sorrow. Now you know of my affliction my curious companion, my lifelong condition of gray. Pray that you escape its mesmerizing effects and that you with the brightness of healthy hope, avoid this quicksand of a tortured mind.

Disturbed - Knowledge of the forbidden upsets the soul

Disturbed within,

troubled are the waters of deep dark sin.

Without a tale does not tell,

that crawling underneath all is not well.

Image credit: pozadia - dark water

Froth and thick mire,

disguise the water and lay straights dire.

Lift my head Spirit on High,

knowledge of the forbidden bring great sighs.

Wrapped irony and ruse,

dark times bring a soul's purple bruise.

Who can see the through,

all the pains and sins that shadows knew.

Disturbed again,

troubled thoughts are quiet atrocities within.

Blossom - Rebirth of a lover

Lightness, adrift but within my grasp always. Your like the blossoms of a tree, brushed off by the wind, yet still you belong to me, though we are apart. We are intertwined souls, mated by nature and God. Soon I shall lift you back up, from my roots you will be reborn to forever be one with me.

Your my bloom my love, this tree will always sustain you. I long for you to be on my branches once again, the whole of nature in agreement with the union. Oh how naked am I, my lover! How my branches sway at the sight of you! Come clothe me with your fragrant beauty, and let us be made whole again!

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I Miss Me

I gave you my desire,
I gave you my fire,
I gave you my touch
I loved you so much

I gave you my labor
I gave you my anchor
I gave you my shield
I loved you to yield

I gave you my years
I gave you my tears
I gave you understanding
I loved you unending

I gave you my nights
I gave you my rights
I gave you my soul
I loved you to be whole

I gave, you took
I gave, you turned
I gave, you went
I gave, I miss me.... 

Published in: Broowaha 
01202011

Albatross - Looking for love long gone

Feet run to your kiss,
say farewell to bliss.

Growing on the windy slope.

Fingers brush through your hair,

your leaving me there.

Floating on my ocean dream.

Eyes transfixed on your stare,

of you I must beware.

Chasing me on the rocky edge.

Mouth searching for your hint,

affection a forced imprint.

Burning on the smoldering ash.

An albatross on a long flight,

a blind journey with insight,

Asking, “Where is the land?”

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Lure - desire draws you

Your song, whispered in a sweet sensual incantation

The spell so strong, I cannot resist

Your voice, inspiring a delicious strong sensation

The lure so sure, I cannot run

Your eyes, creating potent captivation

The draw so clear, I cannot stop

Your enticement, Leaving no reconciliation,

Laying down my defense, I can only surrender

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Cleft Derision - Sorrow used to fuel dissent

Sorrow is better than laughter, she whispered

Sharpening the knife of her concupiscence

Drawing the razors edge across the wrist of commitment

Tears define your purpose and cleanse your soul, she mumbled

Hacking at the cords of her errant desire

Carving the yearning arms of safety and family

Cries hone the instincts and rebuke complacency, she sang

Slicing through passion with words of dark rejection

Cutting with lust that now splits hearts asunder in cleft derision

I Love Beautiful Dark Things - Not all things dark are evil

image credit: afanador

I love beautiful dark things;

I bring shadows to your life,

making things come alive,

with depth and mystery.

These beautiful dark things

are whats between bright and nothing,

a hope of a world beyond extremes.

I love beautiful dark things;

without me you are two dimensional.

I bring you out from the page of life.

I bring direction, you know where the light is

with beautiful dark things.

I am the subtlety of life,

I bring texture to the flat canvas.

I love beautiful dark things;

Not all that is dark is contrary to light.

I am wherever light is found,

I am the coolness in the heat,

I am the protection on the run.

Beautiful dark things are

mysteries of things to come,

A shroud to cover your soul.

I love beautiful dark things...


Published in: Broowaha
09022011

The Little Door - Rage often is stored in the background

Wondering were I got this rage

I started looking 'round the cage

Hiding in the back, a little door. 
Shocked, I never saw this before

Pressing close my ear, hoping to feel

hot to the touch, it made me kneel

Whats behind the door, I'm brave to behold

Rest assured it would soon be told.

Locked! But how do I see?

But soon the door would open to me

Turning away I vented a rage

then I heard a click from the back of my cage

Spinning and turning with a stare

I fell to my knees, all of me aware

The door swung open wide

revealing all that was crammed inside

Memories of things all bad

every one of them made me mad

And with a great breath of wind

a sudden gust that made me spin

an uncontrolled rage began

to escape from this caged man

jumping to my feet again

I'll not be captive to anger's sin

I shoved the door closed with all my might

That will do for now, but then the night

I sit shivering looking across the room

at the little door hiding crazy gloom

I will destroy the insanity

without this rage I will be free

to fly again without a cry

No doors now, in my open sky.

Published in: Broowaha
09082011 

Love's Mortal Wound - Passion can cover truth, leaving you exposed

Our love has suffered a mortal wound

Feeling your name pulled from my chest

Stumbling thoughts, its you I kiss

Waiting for the next heartbeat

Feeling it deep in my bowels

nothing like it in the world

earth shaking my heart unfurls

Cant seem to find the easy forgiveness

Its costing me, running like a blood stream

I wait for you, like a passing cloud with no rain

Promises left unfilled, I break for you,

loving the killing of my soul

Inescapable vines, my love

bears a mortal wound

Distant hopes like mirages,

disappear in the change of your light

Promises like the morning fog, quickly gone in the light of truth

Strange though the pleasure you bring on the wings of pain

Surreal your gentle touch on the stroke of punishment

I sway under your movement, you never break your stare

I ran once but found you everywhere

I can't help but feel the passion 
that gave love a mortal wound

Published in:  Broowaha

09072011