In place of a poem today, I decided to upload an electronic instrumental piece I recorded some time ago. I have never shared audio, so I do hope this post works properly.
At the prompting of Cat Forsley I set up a SoundCloud account to share some audio with you. In the future I intend to post more; perhaps with spoken word included. For now, I hope this will be some consolation in place of a poem.
This belongs to ANR
-Vampire Weather
Walls–they tell of those who were
The visage, faded, once was clear
Oh where have you then disappeared?
Into the night? Across the sea?
Or do those jaded memories
Still haunt your halls, as they do me?
Foregone–the night so cleverly
With darkness swallows every tear
A soundless cry on soundless ears
But walls–they loath forgetfulness
And not as I do they so turn
Their stories are not fast unlearned
In somber unrelenting tones
A chorus of distress is sung
For spirits absent far too long
T’would be such bliss to quell their taunt
But as I seek I find you not
And feel at last I am forgot
Come awake
You pretty little star
Surrogate
My angel, unaware
Speak to me
In languages of stare
Come alive
You precious little ward
To protect
My sentimental heart
Dream of me
In reoccurring parts
Come away
You unassuming saint
Separate
The channels of desire
Be with me
Awaiting by the fire
Come inside
You interwoven soul
Resurrect
In deepening resolve
Evermore
A paragon of love
The mist has gathered here tonight
Behind the eyes of truth and lies
As we begin this careful dance
Around the lines we cannot cross
Dancing in these darkened chambers
To the cries of dying smiles
Fancying ourselves as artists
Dancing in these darkened chambers
Into this apocalypse
Fancying ourselves as heartless
The crowd has gathered here tonight
The mob of things we should have said
They mock these fallen silhouettes
That steal the heat beneath my bed
Dancing in these darkened chambers
Step by step in perfect time
Fancying ourselves as precious
Dancing in these darkened chambers
Underneath eternity
Fancying ourselves as deathless
It isn’t all that often, but sometimes
You can see love
In tiny pinholes
Bleeding through a ebon sky in variable densities
Light
Ignited
Ancient
Caravanning the distance in waves
Predating the cracks in our fragile hearts
Washing upon celestial shores in swaths we call constellations
But we never really knew them
These eyes in the heaven are to faces unblinking
A glance by chance or divine
Falling across time
Onto a serendipitous second in which elements align
Providing oxygen to my tired mind down here
It isn’t very often, but sometimes
You can see God
Burnt through in the autumn hues of dying dreams
Shaken and piled up for sweeping
Where today’s decomposition becomes tomorrow’s fuel
To wake life where death stirs
Like children coming forth from sleep
It isn’t often, but sometimes
I think that centuries may just be unwitting catalysts
Love, launched long before the orbits breathed a full rotation
Locked in motion
Ancient beyond recognition
Struck here tonight because it was the only place it could go
And we are nothing new
Me and you
Just tiny allegories of immortality
Caught tightly
Spun lightly
And bundled up in woven threads of something
We did not create
Embodiments of unity even the stars do not comprehend
While bending arms of light to touch us
These broken compositions
These stolen notes
We have written in stone over the face of what we know
Are our epitaph
That
We love
And it comes with no permissions
Branded deep within a sky that casts no shadow, but is its own reason why
And so am I
So I decide
That if the sky makes no apology for light
Despite the blind eyes we bear
And if the stars believe the distance here is worth the weight of infinity
And if the pain of decomposing becomes the beauty of tomorrow’s bloom
Then I love you
And it must have been true
Before they wrote the first line of the first word
Or spoke of things like this
It isn’t often, but sometimes
The world moves
For small things
And life springs
From cracked dreams
Under the ancient eyes
In this ebon sky
Where, it isn’t often, but sometimes
You can see love
Are we the embodiment–conflicted fictive eponym
Of amorism, tainted–like a monolith for martyrdom
Scandalizing passion with our profligated fashion
Disassociating servitude from actual attraction
Are we the antithesis–the artificial flavoring
Of catalogue compliance–like iconoclastic bravery
Subterfuge for living with superfluous misgivings
In redundant disapproval our dissident divisions
(forgive me for being away so long. I have been quite sick lately and I promise to make time to visit my blogs more now that I am in recovery mode)
The pixie dust
Long since swept up
Has left only a fading glow
Upon the harsh wooden floor
And I am here
Dangling between wand
And life
How long will I
Be caught between
Being the coachman and the dog
How long will I
Be snagged in thinking
The taste of these enchantments
Is bitter in the end
A hollow sound
Of fairy games
And riven souls
Elastic
Resilient
I stretch and bend but never break
I’m plastic
And brilliant
Invented for the worst mistakes
A perfect combination of
The hardest spine and weakest heart
Surviving hate to die of love
While holding things that fall apart
Afflicted by the purest cures
Astounded by the most mundane
Confused by things I know are sure
An innocent deserving blame
The ink is you
The blood, the love
The pain dipped in
Beneath my skin
The ink is you
Indelible
And I approve
Of every line
The ink is you
The brand I wear
Reminding me
Of all we are
The ink is you
Unfaded mark
My friend, my dear
My lovely scar
Streetlights play with shadows as pedestrians stroll under
Flickers stroke your hair and hover gently on the strands
I could watch for hours as the world keeps moving onward
Placidly content to hold my universe in hand
Storefronts sell their fancies catching glances from the children
Snowflakes grace the fabric of your sweater as we stroll
Hands entwined so I can keep you safely near me always
Hats and furs like armor in our fight to thwart the cold
Have I ever told you
How much I adore you
How much I am warmed to know that you care
Have I ever mentioned
You have my attention
I’m pleasantly caught in the heat of your stare
Crystals form in corners of the windows through the city
Taxis run like blood cells through the arteries of town
All the decorations and the lights aren’t half as pretty
As the silhouette you cast like magic on the ground
All the presents pale beside the gift of being with you
All the vendors fail to place a price upon your love
Every time you smile I think the moon gets slightly larger
Glowing like a dream and you are what i’m dreaming of
Have I ever told you
How much I adore you
How I’d stop the world if it was what I had to do
Have I ever mentioned
You have my full attention
Totally transfixed and wanting nothing else but you
Traffic lights have such an easy job
Blinking life away, oblivious
To shattered glass and acts of tragedy
Or signs of cardboard begging charity
Who am I to stand aghast at life
Twisted metal spilling in the streets
And ask the reasons why it all should be
When I could wait in quiet apathy
But I am not a blinking traffic light
I am not a lifeless entity
Conscious to the wreckage we create
I am not content to sit and wait
We have felt the force of passing forms
Ripping through the course of our intent
I can taste the spillage of our hearts
I inhale the putrid bitter scent
Burnt and broken heaps that once were love
Scattered on the landscape of desire
Empty vessels gutted in the dark
Hope that we abandoned to the fire
Sometimes I would like to be machine
Incapable of tears for what I know
But I am not a traffic light that blinks
I cannot tell when to stop or go
In the vaulted cathedral of night
An endless chandelier of stars
Dangles brightly overhead
Where bedded oceans
Speak whispered waves
Upon a shore of bronze-grey
Sometimes in the recompense of chance
Two hands pass
In fleeting grasps along parallel lines
Where neither gravity nor time
Stays long enough for tea
And neither do we
Surety for a pact yet unfulfilled
These glimmering fragments
Of twinkle-eyed enchantments
Blow in on the offshore breeze
For a dance on the hem
Of secret seas
Beneath the chandelier of stars
Where all we are
And all we ever were
Is a blaze of torn sky
Trespassing the atmosphere in night
To write initials
In a constellation
Visible for one millionth of a moment
To be held on lips too small
And kept in safes too thin
Before the breeze returns
And claims its stray sand dancers
Beneath a chandelier of stars
A wisp of scented breeze
Over gently stirring fields
If time is here at all
Then it must be standing still
My heart escapes my chest
A balloon without a string
The body that it left
All the evidence it came
I want to drift away
Where the mountains meet the sky
Ascending on the storm
Like a bird
I want to disappear
Without waving a goodbye
The sun to keep me warm
On my way
A wisp of scented breeze
Is my harbinger of grace
If pain was ever real
Then it must have been erased
My dreams escape my head
Like a flock of winter geese
These endless numbered days
Are the path to my release
I want to drift away
Where the ocean hugs the shore
The tide beneath my wings
Like a bird
I want to disappear
Like the early morning dew
Alive again and new
On my way
What are we
If not a band of gypsies
A ragtag parade
Of patchwork serenades
And I, the minstrel
In reverberating strains
Building chorus from chaos
And bridges from pain
What are we
If not a tribe of jesters
A knick knack collage
Of midnight sabotage
And I, in makeup
Performing for the stars
Stealing laughter from disaster
With a silicon heart
The darkness
The number of our days
The black abyss of dreams
The emptiness reluctantly I crave
The silence
The absence of a flame
The sacrifice of love
The solitude of losing it again
The anguish
The soft mortality
The ticking of the hands
The suffering that never will be seen
The distance
The place you used to be
The disarray of life
The questions we will never understand
The darkness
Is suffocating me
The accident of hope
The disappointments woven in our eyes
The darkness
The wreckage of belief
The vacuum in my soul
The sovereignty that could not be denied
When I get tired of you
The leaves on the trees will have died
All the flowers have folded
And the forest have withered and dried
When I get tired of you
Singers will run out of songs
Lovers will have no more passion
Streets will be rid of their throngs
When I get tired of you
Books will be blank without words
Seasons will cease from their turning
Dawn will be failing to stir
When I get tired of you
The sun will have melted away
Earth will be frozen and barren
And colors all faded to gray
When I get tired of you
The stars will have burnt out their light
The heavens plunged deep into darkness
And angels have long lost their sight
When I get tired of you
My body will lay without motion
My heart will be still in it’s beating
My mind be devoid of devotion
When I get tired of you
Time will have slowed to a stand
All of the elements shattered
God lost the strength in his hand
When I get tired of you
No one will be there to see
Because I can’t get tired of you
So please don’t get tired of me
A question is an answer if the answer is a question
A mystery is ruined when the secrets are all told
A moment is a lifetime when you live within the moment
The past was once our present but the future never comes
We love to hate the things we wish we never had to know
We hate to love the things we know we never can possess
We seem to be the best as seeing all the worst within us
But often we are worst at seeing what we do the best
I wish I wished I never knew you though I know I don’t
I’m glad to say I’m sad to know I never will forget
The smiles that make me cry inside and tears for which I smile
I’m proud that I’m ashamed to say I cannot find regrets
You’re always here when you are gone and present when you’re missing
I couldn’t do the things I could for fear I’m not afraid
A question is my answer when I ask if we are asking
For changes we would like to think we thought we might have made
Still, like death
The lake awaits
Unbroken glassy surface
Like a mirror peering wickedly
Into a soulless sky
Swaths of mist
Arise and drift
In loosely woven curtains
Just beyond where earth and water meet
Across the silent tides
There beneath
In waters deep
Entombed upon the bottom
Lies a remnant otherworldly fleet
Forsaken by the earth
Biding still
Their time until
A winter swallows autumn
And the ripples wake this blackened lake
To lend their corpses birth
Heightening the voltage
Call it current circumstance
I am tightening the wires
Buried deep beneath my skin
Plunging in the dosage
Call it getting to the point
I am ready for sedation
But the needle must have bent
Strap me down–steel restraints
Hold me back from what I want
Everything is damaged in the brain
Pardon me–it’s just the pain
I was once…no, never mind
I have always been a bit this way
God so loved the world
But the world so loved itself
Strike a match and start it up
We could use a bit of help
Everything is broken
But we play with it just fine
Keep your hands inside the circle
Keep your things away from mine
Oh, they call it falling
Call it falling if you like
But we fell before we started
And we all are brokenhearted
Dissonance is bliss
All our comedy is free
Light up this apocalypse
And save a seat for me
Amorous and oh-so-coy
Inflated with the words you say
If love is indestructible
Then plunge it through my arteries
Perhaps the silver bullet
To a world full of intelligence
Is found within the confines
If our cynical romanticism
Just when I thought arrogance
Could be the death of us
I took a chance on sentiments
And got shot right through my gut
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