I wanted you to be with me,
Lilac in Autumn,
“Death do us part,” we said;
Death upon our doorstep,
Maple leaves blew at us,
Grass lay fallen all around,
Yet we held each other close
For no Winter gale could throw
What Summer had bestowed.
I watched as each petal fell
Each gross, entangling retreat
For which I had no escape from,
No secret spell to depart.
So there I lay
Crumpled, long past bloom
Decaying and so delicately
A heart so much betrayed.
Tag: death
Salt (day 2560)
Pungent escapes
Raw landings
Death presents
Wildly natural
Unavoidable
Mountains of dirt
Burrowed
Army of ants
Death (day 2556)
Death
Abandonned to sweet bloom
Caressing the cruel wind
Against crooked rocks
At Prometheus’ lookout
Come at thine leisure
ArcAngel Serenity
She’s Death (day 2529)
She’s got magic in her hands
And death between her lips
She sings every night a song
That makes me miss my ship
I don’t think I’ll ever send away
The blanket I had specially made
For every day as I sit here
I wish I’d found another lover
Who’d play to me sad sad songs
I could write down to remember
And out I’d go, apart from death
Reaching madly for sunlight.
Awake Seed (day 2450)
Who falls awake at night
Who lets the dreams stay away
Who brings the evening deep inside
Furrow brows some more
Who has time to wish away
Pine tree growing on the land
Little death beside a hearth
Rose denied its breath
Let wisdom become silence here
To tired awake at night
Needles upon the forest floor
In a hand, a growing seed
Relapse Saint (day 2368)
My lingering resists death,
It coddles a beat
That speaks only in a muffled tongue
Wishing for a silence
Evening powerlines consume.
Can you collapse here?
My traces will not forgive thee,
They will not remember thee,
And too long ago now
They set thee onto a passenger train
Curling up into a ball
And rambling onward
With wishes
Of a recovering saint
Collapsing into relapse.
Alexis Francelicoix (day 2082)
No, it is not thy cause
It is exactly thy momentum
Of this beating heart
That fluctuates between
Hunger and pain
Life and death
Wet and dry
These contrasts to live indeed!
That keep flowing forth
Such delicate evolutions
Of thy soul and mind
And push me, ever more.
Torture My Soul (day 1886)
Torture my soul until I die a giant death
Collapsing at the feet of your heart
And I entrust my nuances
To your jangled calling
While encircled and entangled
By your thick leather harness
So that my lonely crawling can stir
What matters most
To the woman you’ve bloomed to be
Golden Cleft, Silver Leaf (day 1780)
To me it was the best I could
But in the end, I lament – misunderstood.
Like a diamond engulfed in a suave scarf
I rolled nonchalance, engulfed in Mars.
To be alone in a symbol of peace,
I had a golden cleft, a silver leaf;
A long row of butterflies
And I, wanting only to spread my wings to fly.
Easing words that did not become my name,
I reached a point to which I claimed!
And there I stood, as naked as death,
Where moments stood for my held breath.
Whiskey Tracks (day 1457)
A ground has beginnings:
Longing and forgivings;
Mandate in a bottle,
Lost without a harbour.
As blue sky’s winning,
Heart jumps spinning;
Lover and a well laid plan,
Governor’s left this land.
Help the lizard.
Death on a one way street,
Trucks getting really beat,
Dust covering wiskey tracks.
