Saving this for later, needs reworking and some music but I think I have the seeds of a chorus for a project I'm working on.
Your damsel in distress is a dragon that breathes fire
and all the villagers are looking grim
so saddle up your stallion and ride off so filled with ire
But you don't know the trouble that she's in.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Ebb
I have seen the waves break.
I have tasted the sea's salt.
I have waded into the edges of our great mother.
I have feared her, I have loved her.
I have been drawn out into her.
And here I will remain.
The cries of petrels fill my ears.
The sound of lapping water
on this plank of shoreborn wood
my companion on this sojourn.
Day follows Night,
Night swallows Day,
and still the mother calls to me.
Perhaps she will spit me out.
To crawl upon the dusty land,
the unhallowed tomb for dirt-stained men
to wander under burning Sun
until at last I turn to dust
and am no more
far from the sound of lapping waves.
Or perhaps she will swallow me.
Draw me down to her embrace
where dark things scuttle on sea-floor
there to be consumed
or drift forever on the wistful currents
eternity to explore with sightless eyes.
I have seen the waves break.
I have seen the heavens shake.
I have tasted storm and swell and salt again.
I have fallen forty fathoms
in our mother of the sea.
I have been unmade in the womb of worlds.
And here I will remain.
I have tasted the sea's salt.
I have waded into the edges of our great mother.
I have feared her, I have loved her.
I have been drawn out into her.
And here I will remain.
The cries of petrels fill my ears.
The sound of lapping water
on this plank of shoreborn wood
my companion on this sojourn.
Day follows Night,
Night swallows Day,
and still the mother calls to me.
Perhaps she will spit me out.
To crawl upon the dusty land,
the unhallowed tomb for dirt-stained men
to wander under burning Sun
until at last I turn to dust
and am no more
far from the sound of lapping waves.
Or perhaps she will swallow me.
Draw me down to her embrace
where dark things scuttle on sea-floor
there to be consumed
or drift forever on the wistful currents
eternity to explore with sightless eyes.
I have seen the waves break.
I have seen the heavens shake.
I have tasted storm and swell and salt again.
I have fallen forty fathoms
in our mother of the sea.
I have been unmade in the womb of worlds.
And here I will remain.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
.
I walked the street at night
to feel like I belonged
I was more alone
than I have ever been
The tide of people swelled
silently slipping me under
to feel like I belonged
I was more alone
than I have ever been
The tide of people swelled
silently slipping me under
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Hah!
Oh, mercy
you cry, as you watch
frozen in place
as the balancing act continues
heart in your mouth
guts roiling
- in fact, most internal organs are displaced -
but you can't tear your eyes away
they're locked on, a laser beam
on his
impossibly high above you.
You're not an idiot
you're not going to mistake
this performance for any quantifiable skill
sure, there is pluck
drive
verve
a can-do attitude
but there's no real ability
the performer totters along
stumbles
rights himself somehow
by an unseen agent
a puppeteer pulling his strings
preserving his life
but he smiles and laughs as if the whole thing were a joke.
This isn't the end of the world
sure, he might fall and cave his skull in
his brain might burst
his nerve might fail
and he might plummet
but you'll watch until he finishes on the high-wire
or he falls
because there's really nothing else that he'll allow.
Dear god, is he impressive
but you wouldn't trade places with him for any money
nor he with you
that's his secret
Hah!
you cry, as you watch
frozen in place
as the balancing act continues
heart in your mouth
guts roiling
- in fact, most internal organs are displaced -
but you can't tear your eyes away
they're locked on, a laser beam
on his
impossibly high above you.
You're not an idiot
you're not going to mistake
this performance for any quantifiable skill
sure, there is pluck
drive
verve
a can-do attitude
but there's no real ability
the performer totters along
stumbles
rights himself somehow
by an unseen agent
a puppeteer pulling his strings
preserving his life
but he smiles and laughs as if the whole thing were a joke.
This isn't the end of the world
sure, he might fall and cave his skull in
his brain might burst
his nerve might fail
and he might plummet
but you'll watch until he finishes on the high-wire
or he falls
because there's really nothing else that he'll allow.
Dear god, is he impressive
but you wouldn't trade places with him for any money
nor he with you
that's his secret
Hah!
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Cataclysmic
1) Build a box.
Only the finest materials will do.
Dead wood from a tree
planted over a grave.
Smoke from your lungs,
sweat from your brow
and hinges made of cold steel.
2) Put it in the box.
This bit can be a little tricky.
Blood will probably trickle
onto the floorboards
but don't cry out
this part you have to do
with a smile on your face
or it won't work.
3) Instruct the recipient.
Letting go is easier
once it's out
you'll want to pass it on.
It'll fit with them if you chose well,
but to tend such a thing
will require strict
and careful
instruction.
4) Wait.
Wait.
5a) Watch them tend to the box.
They're doing well.
You're sitting pretty.
Occasionally you allow yourself
to hope.
Return to step 4.
5b) Watch them drop the box.
5c) Watch the box break.
5d) Watch - and don't blink - as it escapes.
5e) Become incoherent and move beyond these steps.
Return to step 4.
Return to step 4.
Return to step 4.
Return to step 1.
Only the finest materials will do.
Dead wood from a tree
planted over a grave.
Smoke from your lungs,
sweat from your brow
and hinges made of cold steel.
2) Put it in the box.
This bit can be a little tricky.
Blood will probably trickle
onto the floorboards
but don't cry out
this part you have to do
with a smile on your face
or it won't work.
3) Instruct the recipient.
Letting go is easier
once it's out
you'll want to pass it on.
It'll fit with them if you chose well,
but to tend such a thing
will require strict
and careful
instruction.
4) Wait.
Wait.
5a) Watch them tend to the box.
They're doing well.
You're sitting pretty.
Occasionally you allow yourself
to hope.
Return to step 4.
5b) Watch them drop the box.
5c) Watch the box break.
5d) Watch - and don't blink - as it escapes.
5e) Become incoherent and move beyond these steps.
Return to step 4.
Return to step 4.
Return to step 4.
Return to step 1.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Talk
It's easy when you talk.
Scream, cry, shout, mutter.
Words make your world turn.
It's easy when you talk.
It's hard when you live.
Get up, brush teeth, live lie, sleep.
Counting bottles, counting sheep.
It's hard when you live.
It's hard when you love.
Give this, take that, fuck up, make up.
Fall into bed on honeyed sheets.
It's hard when you love.
It's easy when you breathe.
Arms crossed, legs weak.
Inhale deep and exhale brave.
It's easy when you breathe.
Scream, cry, shout, mutter.
Words make your world turn.
It's easy when you talk.
It's hard when you live.
Get up, brush teeth, live lie, sleep.
Counting bottles, counting sheep.
It's hard when you live.
It's hard when you love.
Give this, take that, fuck up, make up.
Fall into bed on honeyed sheets.
It's hard when you love.
It's easy when you breathe.
Arms crossed, legs weak.
Inhale deep and exhale brave.
It's easy when you breathe.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Glowing Children
Shots of dark disturbing liquids.
A pipe.
A tree, as the light slowly turns off
on the last day.
Adorn yourselves in splendor
Is it time? Is it time?
The sparks will rise
with spirits
and you will sink
in the eddy of time anew.
Lead them through the darkness,
those broken
singing
glowing children.
Lead them through the darkness.
Lead them back to the light.
There is no stopping them.
A pipe.
A tree, as the light slowly turns off
on the last day.
Adorn yourselves in splendor
Is it time? Is it time?
The sparks will rise
with spirits
and you will sink
in the eddy of time anew.
Lead them through the darkness,
those broken
singing
glowing children.
Lead them through the darkness.
Lead them back to the light.
There is no stopping them.
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