even when I'm sleeping
I'm keeping
your hushed hidden counts
in between your dealings
the feelings
I try to stifle, they surmount
life as a ghost
is not for most
I'm waiting
I'm waiting
impatience, one of many faults
cavalier divine assaults
I, deflecting, defeated, delivering
hearts that could not halt
door of your lips, a vault
me lifting, suspending then withering
life as a ghost
is not for most
I'm fading
I'm fading
falling to the earth
was it worth
breathing and this new time-keeping
who knew when I returned
wings I had earned
and memories they were deleting
life as a ghost
is not for most
I'm waiting
I'm waiting
girls are not foretold
or crossed and sold
for silver pieces while heavens thunder
so friends that betray
will live long to see the day
when they fall down and burst asunder
life as a ghost
is not for most
I'm fading
I'm fading
July 2011
"I had a friend two years ago,
ReplyDeleteI ask him this,
but he seemed to not know-
'who is that checks the ones,
that talk for those
who speak in tongues...'
my quickening speech like many,
forced him to run.
strange that this young man,
who by my thoughts was easily undone;
before had proudly claimed that he was
a seer to the son.
so this is the cruel repeating difficulty-
why were they all brought so near to see,
if these many things could never be?
alone and strange you've kept me,
serving without comfort, devoting endlessly."
falling to the earth,
ReplyDeletewas it worth
breathing and this new time-keeping?
who knew when I returned,
wings I had earned
and memories they were deleting.