Second Hand Tales

Generations of pain
I so casually ignored
Stories that I never heard

Stories I never asked to be told

What did you see when you looked at me?
Were you as confused as I was?
So much alike
So different
So much animosity
So much love

Secondhand tales
Told from mouths not yours
Like the coat I kept
Although it never fit

I don’t want to feel this way
I don’t want to miss you
I don’t want tears to pour from my eyes
At the sight of a picture

I want to shriek at God or the Fates or Death himself

But my words to the world come in sobs

How could you let this happen?
What was the purpose of all of it?
And Death…
You were old friends
I hate you
But you let him slide too many times
I still hate you

And to the world I open my empty hands and beg
What do I do?

Sister of the Stars

We existed in a sky
Of ink and obsidian
We rubbed our hands
Searching for warmth
As we drifted
With such potential
But aimlessly
Frantically
Searching for our purpose

We would stray the sky
Without the guides
Who were meant to be

Sometimes we would stare
Sometimes we would gaze
At the distant stars
With envy

There was no time there
The universe was endless

But somehow
Before our gazing eyes
She appeared

The Queen of Stars

We were struck
By the artisty of her beauty
We were in awe of her kindnesses
Of her compassion
Of her power

We wept
Because she had never appeared
To us before

She laughed
Like the tinkle of bells

I have always been here
It was you who was not ready
To see me
I have always loved you
Always watched over you

The stars that you so
Longingly gazed at
Were my eyes
My heart was the hope
In you that never died

Sister of the Stars

We existed in a sky
Of ink and obsidian
We rubbed our hands
Searching for warmth
As we drifted
With such potential
But aimlessly
Frantically
Searching for our purpose

We would stray the sky
Without the guides
Who were meant to be

Sometimes we would stare
Sometimes we would gaze
At the distant stars
With envy

There was no time there
The universe was endless

But somehow
Before our gazing eyes
She appeared

The Queen of Stars

We were struck
By the artisty of her beauty
We were in awe of her kindnesses
Of her compassion
Of her power

We wept
Because she had never appeared
To us before

She laughed
Like the tinkle of bells

I have always been here
It was you who was not ready
To see me
I have always loved you
Always watched over you

The stars that you so
Longingly gazed at
Were my eyes
My heart was the hope
In you that never died

Masquerade

A dance that has no name
Hands embrace
Hands on waists
A delicate pattern like lace
And a masquerade mask on every face

Their bodies speak poetry
The music plays like a story being told
On this night they are all beautiful

In a corner masked men adorn themselves with the grotesque

Plague doctors whisper to gas mask wearing men in black coats
And one who is smaller wears a mask of bandages scarred with red

In the center there are princes and queens.
Jewels and breathtaking patterns
Disguise the visages of the royalty
A smirk is all that can be seen

Sky dancers with masks like starry nights twirl on silks

Then there are the wild ones
With masks no one can explain
Their laughter is obvious
And no one seems to know why they have such mirth

They dance together
They whisper secrets with a caress
There is no seperation here

There is only the grand paradox of performance

For the masquerade is divine
All are strangers
Telling the truth
Glorifying the lie

Context

The predator does not question it’s killing teeth
It does not question it’s ripping, tearing claws

Just as the prey does not question that it should run
It is instinct
It is nature

The idea of the victim
Exists only in the minds of those not occupied with desperate hunger

Morals are nothing but a roll of the dice.
A gambler’s riverboat dream

In your eyes, is the predator, the prey, and the voyeur

Which you become is decided in merely the space of a breath

It’s so effortless to let those glowing green eyes emerge

It’s so easy to let unleash frozen fearlessness

When you are know you are doing the right thing

You can sacrifice the unwilling
Fall on your own sword
Quietly whisper one word
And watch the annihilation

And when it all falls
You will agonize

But tears are for victims

If Only

I don’t want to listen to love songs today
I don’t want to stand on my porch and chat about the weather with the neighbors
I don’t want to sit in this absence of sound
I just want to hear my secret nickname again
The one only you were allowed to call me

Abritrary

Morals
Societies rules to control us for our own safety
Societies paradox paradigm
Spewing forth ataxia
Mores
Social convention
At the highest levels
To the most magnificent trash
Politely executing
Honor among thieves

This wondrous deceptive kismet
This dance of the dice
A gambler’s riverboat daydream

As if life is some grotesque performance art
And no one has told us what parts we play

But how quickly those masks fall away
With manic hysteria the dice roll snake eyes

And all it takes is a moment

To realize that human that was in the mirror yesterday

Has become the sinner, the scoundrel, the criminal. The villian.

The blood on your hands does not wash away with good intentions

The bitter chill in your eyes does not melt with a smile.

It is of little comfort when evil is done from the passion of good

Righteous anger only brings satisfaction that seduces you into obsession

There are reasons beyond counting for committing the most despicable acts

Justifications run amok

But the human mind

Is wicked

When you realize that all these “rules” are arbitrary

It can become deadly

When your eyes see all that is wrong

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4:36 a.m.

4:36 a.m.

I am beneath the sky
The hour is meaningless
Hollow

I sit on my porch
My eyelids unwilling
My blurry eyes
Committing heresy
Against my vision

The shadows
Black on black
Bare their teeth
They know me

The harrowing wail
Of the howl of emergency
Desecrates the hush

I do battle
With my imagination
Who wishes to manifest
Gruesome cinema

All for the sake
Of the hellish show
That feeds my fear
And embraces my sickness

Nightmares become the stage
Where fantasies perform
And the captive audience is forced to applaud

My fatal strike
To it’s black center
Is a small and secret smile

The starshine
Caresses
My clandestine heart

The chill before the dawn
Is a spellbinding lullaby
That croons to sleep
My burning ardor
If only for a moment

That between seconds
Becomes an eon

Within that eons
There is a clear pool
Where I taste the sweet
Liquid on my lips

My mouth is stained
With memories
Ravenously
I drink your smile

I consume
The lavish laughter
That we shared

The clear pool
Reflects
Reminisçes
Remembers

It is purity of peace
Untouched by nightmares
Surpassing dreams

it fills this riotous mind
With breathtaking reality

That ugliness cannot
Reach

The love and allegiance
Of a chosen few

And the unbreakable,
the loyalty
and the link that inhabits my veins
and animates the core of all that I am

And within in this place it is infinite

Frozen Heart

Misunderstandings
Ran rampant
Shooting like bullets
Exploding like
Dying stars

Your words of wisdom
Were denied in my bitterness
My volatile emotions
Were shut down
By your anger
By your struggle

There was anarchy
Between us
That seemed eternal

But when you fell
When you were crushed
By a life that chose you
The look in your eyes

Taught me the meaning
Of sorrow
It demolished my heart

And then you were gone

With a whisper
Your voice too tired to rage

I froze my heart
I shed no tears
I lived my life

And yet
You lived on
In my brother
In myself

I never realized
How much you taught me
Until it was too late
To say thank you

And now after all this time
My heart begins to thaw
I shriek
At this unexpected
Torment
At this unwelcome
Mourning

Weeping seems strange
In this cold morning light
But grief has given me
No choice

I am finally strong enough
To say
I miss you
My heart has warmed enough
To say I love you

I imagine cracks
Forming in my frozen heart
As it escapes it’s prison
They hurt

But it is worth it