My revolution has taken its toll
On jagged edges of my soul;
I’ve dawned gloves,
Sawn carefully,
Yet each gold line
I’ve carefully drawn out
– Tracing a route
For my skilled cut –
Has left an array
Of scraps and debris
That keeps slicing
Each fiber I live by,
So that each step I take
A trail of blood
Follows me
Ending at this precipice
My revolution has brought me to.
Tag: cut
Tears Over A Sickle Bar (day 3218)
I tried to love you
With your broken ways
Spent the hours
Repairing your fractures
And took the time
To slow down
Listening to your hum
As you rocked back and forth
In the long sun
Struggling away
At cutting
Grass into hay.
But your fractures
Broke into cracks
And left me lurching
Struggling away
Too many times
To keep heart strong
Determined to make it work.
Sore Hands (day 2967)
Seventeen cuts
Peeled back fingernails
Blisters ‘midst palms
The Ancient Sword That Stole Away With You (day 2195)
If I could be the ancient sword
That stole away with you
One waltz that takes us merrily
To the sea so free.
Each bond you felt that held you back
I’m your liberating sharp
Whimsically eager at your call
Lightly laying aside ageing leaves
Floating our minds upon the breeze.
For your sup I’d fix your cut
Sliced so fine, no toil to chide
A glass of wine to ease your mind
Relax upon my sturdy spine
Your head upon my shoulder.
Dehydrating Apples (day 1940)
Wash and cut
Sweet aroma floating
Crunch crunch crunch
Filled With Sin (day 587)
Pink dress I see you
I hear you loud and proud
I feel the place filling
And I like your devilish grin
Candles fighting proudly
Lights dimming slightly
Heat keeps on rising
Passion builds more passion
I’ve known you here before
I’ve seen you run your way
Now you’re pullin changes and
Now you’re a man with sin
Three piece suit, chained watch and
Fedora cocked as proud
Black and white keeps us shining
Where your smile is yelling proud
I see your tie so clearly
Contrasting with that linen
Working over crowds
Taming ladies with strings and
Hats, hats are everywhere
With golden flickering gems
Loosely hanging evening gowns
So gracefully cut for the evening
It’s New Years after all
It’s the party of the year
Can you hear me shifting easily
Feel me breathe it in
Jaw lines pushing boundaries
Cutting lines through darkness
Sinking the soul in
I’ve crawled around destructive
Tonight I’ve filled up with sin
A Singular Hurt (day 17)
Shit
I
Just
Cut
My
Self
To bad for those cross-stitching hippies running around with dull blades lookin’ for smoking tobacco
Tit For Tat (day 16)
I’ve been robbed, so then shall I rob
I’ve been choked, so then shall I choke
I’ve been caressed, so then shall I caress
I’ve been guided, so then shall I guide
I’ve been birthed, so then shall I birth
I’ve been cut, so then shall I cut
I’ve been rung, so then shall I ring
I’ve been called, so then shall I call
I’ve been slapped, so then shall I slap
I’ve been raped, so then shall I rape
I’ve been blessed, so then shall I bless
I’ve been reminded, so then shall I remind
I’ve been kissed, so then shall I kiss
I’ve been poisoned, so then shall I poison
I’ve been tickled, so then shall I tickle
I’ve been murdered, so then shall I murder?