सिनोप्सिस पार्ट पीस # २

Wow the title converted to some unknown language all by itself
I hope the post is in english

Beconing , the streets meander as fellow soldiers stumble homeward
Whos thoughts breather residence , whos whisper hushes peace
Whos behavior humbles the turmoil of riddled sallow frought folk
Mumbling on solid music and perturbed kind followers
Thus in the midst of garbage and beer
Thus between the mustered beat of pleading hugging women, I saw her
Standing bold
standing turning the blissfull toil of people who did not know my age,
Who did not know my face, When there is no one, anyone becomes important
Stage two...when the street is barren
what becons you in?

stone cold, I bit it hard
thinking of you on the roadside blue
I pass circumferance of roads to aviod you numb
why couldnt you stay on that path
the lights shine no,
and pause at my passing breath
where I come from cozy and white
with snow and geaming faces
shining with the new day upon your grave
are you
bent
are you solemn in repent
are you bound for church this quiet
Sunday bells?
Here
I know not, only moving past mourning of your absence
and that though little
, who else saw, shut down
used to the bloodhed
used to the widows, used to the plight for aid
used to the pease help the family of this victim of its own demise
so... much warmer in this house
so much quieter breathing like this mouse
sminling at me in its dreams, '
no pain, no frightned delerverance from gain
hold its hand and walk along
your song
all gone night unto day.

Ice upon my lips, the fragile deer in the front snow covered lawn
past midnight, is my folly your play, is my taught surrender your beguiled horizon of rummor
Do I make shift the guiet surrender of your pausing hostility
Freed, I breathe in , I whisper to myself, I wonder if this night will become who I thought I was
Is this chaos my fortune, is this rapture my destiny
Is this forfiegth my becomming
Is this teeter taughter your voice overcoming my indignance
My ignorance of the world
Do you flood the floors of dancers?
Do you caress the minds of the hestitant
I embrace my child , wrapped in the balankets I left behind,
She sighns and moves here beside me, soft and sleeping
I thus also turn my drunken heart to meet her
Meet the clouds that hold me
Keep the thoughts that surround me
Keep these draughts of stories for this white sleepy night is calling me home to angels
caling me onto tomorrow, calling me onto my one and only, and my
cumbersome gleaming morning, of horses breath and hay filled wheels.

I have shoudered the landscape,
Where termites cross the plateau to find the woods.
Where weeping wilows crack under the harsh ice.
Where snow floods the bottomless houses of the rich and poor alike.
The caverns and crevices that noticed me standing there,
Gave out a light only beggers know how to percieve.
As donkeys carried thier weight and double
Crushed under the sketal figures of thier owners hunger.
As the faces of joy turned towards the dusky Sunday churches,
Wrapped in best attire of hope and faith of something better.
As the dead lay wrapped in loss' tearfilled clothes,
And the candles' perfume rising, filling, lighting
Cheeks of mothers, cheeks of children, fathers, brothers.
The elders, draped in wrinkes, whitened hair and silently
Knowing the toll of life upon thier post and posistion facing
Sunrise, facing the corssing of the channel, birthing unto
The world an unspoken kindness toward the beloved dream.
Fresh fruits covered the tables at noon, wildly lush, aromatic
Vapors rising under small hands that reached them quickly.
The streets crazed haven, dirt smooted, feces laquered, perfume sprayed, box clustered, glue sniffing,farmer laden,diesel fumes black, drug smuggling, police corrupted gospel loving, child working, tie wearing town
Where the distant mountains saluted bconing from afar,
Towering over the scooped out dives below, giants calling,
Here we go onward, here we look out to sea, here fall to earth
Here look toward heavenly stars.
Cant you let go of the grip, as lemons fall bumping dust,
As dogs roam and zig zag, tucked tortillas lie on plates,
Baby watches the sun go down on its mothers' hair, wont another
Day bring rain? Wont Easter come again? Wont the weather tell us
where we are, wont the trees bend and whisper once again ?
so I close my eyes deeply...drifiting...to sleep.

upstairs

If it were not so slick, it would have been gruesomly painful
On this hurried way of mischief, the undertow of wet, seeped, alcohol laden
Standing crooked by the wayside hollow of small hours sly warning
It walks below the edges of drifting snow and drunken laughter
Reflected in the side way windows too elegant to purchase
too laden with gold and memories of a people who couldn't
The sippery stairs holding lovers in thoughtful corners, in oversized love jackets that may be grown into on some lucky day
Friends dance too close for public comfort, drugs slide down inside of boots, down tongues, down the river, dead as night
Police stand guarding themselves with tight, strong voices as if the wall they talk over be too tall to ever get out of
Young girls parade thier happy legs in heels that pick the wood broken glass floor, and taughter in hip swings and colliding aromatic hair before thier pair
It shouldnt ever be day...I should always have more to put on the bar...your hand should stay around my waist...this song should never end...I should never go to sleep...my cup should be full...and you , you look just like my sweet love making...who said it was true?

Valley

It wasnt until I became a hawk that I knew how sharp my tallons were,
how they picked up the destroyed remains of my burden and conquest.
Though I hovered above the greatest sadness' gripping sure my beloved grace,
I followed the current of the shadowed places, becoming all that I knew myself to be without light.
Solemn in the dark sky shimmering, the glistening tortured sounds of your voice blew across the current at my front,
as frightened doves before my haughty wing beat.
I never guessed that my circle would so completey consume me,
I never imagined the tearing of feathers before my decent
I never paused to check soaring thoughts before I flew into
The heart of its solitary notion misguided.
I paused once, just as dawn hit my breast , felt the fleeting warmth
Felt the pulse of veins unwinding through me, for the first time.
My seething heart was calmly true, gaudy,rough, rougish, and chiding.
This, thought I inwardly, was no way to dream, no way to give reason
Nor purspose. And trees stood pine fallen, and rivers flowed rock sliding
And skies curved white climbing, untill the soar of my being reached the devine
Vastness, undefined boundless, opening up to encompass my heart in its stellar beauty.

My obsession, my peacful shrine, my decisive illusions the hustle amoung the dying leaves of my celular heart.
Why, i ask myself do I think so much about death, but that fear of living, of being alive, that fear hold me to death.
Mustering up a battleship of hallucinations