wiSdoMiKaL
Bluelighter
sleeping silence...
breathes deeply in my presance,
soft hollow of emotion
like the impression on the pillow beside me.
painful expression of the psyche,
my dream-state concours such imagery,
such vivid vison...
my secrets, inter-woven in a pit of whirling colors,
screaming faces, tears of blood...
my flights from confrontation.. i can not look upon that face...
the pain of these confused emotions,
what i have buried seemingly so well,
engulfs me as if it lives.
from a tiny hidden doubt,
a seamlessly stitched desire,
a multitude of deep, un-gratified and impecible lonliness.
i run from them in my waking hours,
i tear from their reaching grasp.
yet, when im laid down, in a restless rest state,
they fly at me, feet beating my brow,
flashing burning tounges
liking my defiance.
and so the battle ensues, and i awaken,
sore and scathed...
i roll over in my bed of un-rest, to push the loose earth, once again,
to cover the shallow grave of my confusion.
i arise to the day of great lonliness, i freely say i have no friends, for none are worthy of the title.. their confusion grows larger every day... and i have no place within it..
so i stand within my own place.. tightly controlled surroundings, and laughable illusions.....
so i can be
one day
free.
breathes deeply in my presance,
soft hollow of emotion
like the impression on the pillow beside me.
painful expression of the psyche,
my dream-state concours such imagery,
such vivid vison...
my secrets, inter-woven in a pit of whirling colors,
screaming faces, tears of blood...
my flights from confrontation.. i can not look upon that face...
the pain of these confused emotions,
what i have buried seemingly so well,
engulfs me as if it lives.
from a tiny hidden doubt,
a seamlessly stitched desire,
a multitude of deep, un-gratified and impecible lonliness.
i run from them in my waking hours,
i tear from their reaching grasp.
yet, when im laid down, in a restless rest state,
they fly at me, feet beating my brow,
flashing burning tounges
liking my defiance.
and so the battle ensues, and i awaken,
sore and scathed...
i roll over in my bed of un-rest, to push the loose earth, once again,
to cover the shallow grave of my confusion.
i arise to the day of great lonliness, i freely say i have no friends, for none are worthy of the title.. their confusion grows larger every day... and i have no place within it..
so i stand within my own place.. tightly controlled surroundings, and laughable illusions.....
so i can be
one day
free.
