It’s my lingering svasti
Draped over my bare shoulders
As I sweep the streets
Unconsciously rambling
I don’t keep you for myself
I don’t hide you in my arms
You don’t reply to my encroaches
We become inanimate
But, like disaster’s calming exit
Left is my aching soul
Hunger for time, and more time
To reap and to sew; good (su)
I couldn’t have struggled through your disaster without the common knowledge that you’re batshit crazy. I mean, I knew you were batshit crazy the whole time, but it’s even more tragic when it’s unintelligently directed at me.
Honestly baby, it doesn’t look good on you, that shade of abusive humor and ill suited temper that rolls off your tongue with vigorous encouragement from your minions who are just as uneducated, particularly on the logistics of the complication that’s arisen here, as you are.
I’m not sure what part I should even attempt to understand; my innocent discussion was nitpicked like the crows at the side of the road… Did you really miss the smile about the side of my face? It hurts me when you know I’m a sensitive being and just trying to keep cool.
It’s not even logical to me! It’s like the clock struck bat shit o’clock and out came the fangs hissing because they simply smelt dinner. And I wasn’t even invited to the party in the first place!
God dammit.
Tonight I sit here
Waiting just a little too long
For the hour to strike gold
Heavens with angels
Gone home long ago
Now just the witching hour
Or the hopeful stay out
Blooming with pride
The young soldier
Head held high
Steps with direction
With admiration
And valor
And increased desire
To feel that
Which never was felt
Alone he waits
At the edge of the dock
Hoping for boldness
Knowing better
Rhinestones glitter
Through memories of yore
Thick with incense
Of tonight’s smokey dreams
Nai says the philosopher
Set in his stone
Knowing then too much
Knowing the bride and her luck
Would push forth
Whispers of happiness
Reverberated through streets
Where a lost lover sat
Drinking in the moon
Loving the last breath
Desperately grasping
At lost stones
Leather and black
That filled up glitter
Hidden deep beneath
The casket of the world
Seperated in wishes
Did we win out that game?
Did we spill forth
Into smoke filled streets
Like the dusk that ran over
The light of day
Did we win out at last
When fires began to blaze?
Who then shouted out
Hate filled words at our backs
Did we hear them
Or wish them off
As the beseacher in vain
This story did not unfold
For before love was tested
The dagger was forced in
Destiny was laid trap
Taking hold of the soldier
And filled the soul of
The sunken angel from heaven
Long been retreating
To fight off this disaster
Knowing all names
For the last dip into fame
Letting rest fate
In the wicker basket charmer
Philosopher of many throngs
Singer of many songs
And I
Bold and valiant
The soldier
Tried to keep up
As the lacey disguise
Threaded it’s way
Into the trampled sky
Such was the lover
Mystery in charm
Bolsheviks fight ransoms
Eviction or disaster
Lost in the coldness
Wild shepherds lost
Laughing and laughing
And screams in the air
Nobody remembers
But everybody indeed should