She’s nothing beneath that dress
Withered away
She’s lost
Broken to all that use her
She’s dead beneath the sheets
Hidden from all who know her
Apart from all she loves
Not knowing what lies ahead
Still using her voice to bellow
Letting go, letting it all shed
Still wanting more
Praying for more
And wishing nonetheless
Tag: My Dead Language
I want just one day of unwept glory
I want just one day of unwept glory
Just one day of underserved relief
How time comes to steal like a thief in the night
How it creeps and crawls
When I could truly live a day unsung
It doesn’t need or want, it feeds
I am the main course it devours
I am the fertilizer for its flowers
The buds of life from which it grows
It becomes the blood through my very veins
It flows like a river without a beginning
Just short of an end
I am the life around the corner
Or the death just around the bend.
Dreaming lovely
Dreaming lovely
Never cared for shadows
And unknown stars never explored
Un-sustained by passion
And overcome with grief.
Lovely drifts and lovely sits,
Upon a trembling leaf of glory
Once diminished upon a raging sea.
Less and less
Lovely waits to find yesterday,
And live now as if it is forever
Simply because lovely is not what love is not
Simple and graceful with soft warm hands.
JBW
Tiresome A day that never ends
It will not be unfinished
Captive in its pretense of vitality
It its sense of virtue
Perfumed with selfishness
Yet hope remains
Faith sustains
I can only look forward
And I know I can do this
I know I can do this
I know I can do this
Maybe better and plenty
Above any dream inspired
You give me strength
You hold me up
To some part of me that was
Brilliant and Unyielding
No fear
Emblazoned
Vitalized
Even Burning
I’m still burning
The fire is not yet out
In this pile of ash
There is light though
Dimly lit
If I could only fit
This body of mine
As it ages-it betrays
It wages war
On a sunny disposition
Blinded by
Its own humanity
Consumed by its own mistrust
But a good deed
Can go a long way
And if I have any say
It can rise and it
May surprise even
The bitterness
As it dies.
I am reserved for the man
I am reserved for the man
Running through my dreams
Showering me with kisses
Loving that part of me that beams
Lately, I’ve given you away over and over
His laughing, only a bit distracting
What time of day
Will it be when you are aware
Of the damaged you’ve caused
Or the silence you bear
So what’s beside you weary winter rain
Showering you, devouring me
Riding to earth from the heavens
Yet not in my dreams
Have I glimpsed a sight
Not looking to fall
And I’m apart at the seams.
Still stuck
Still stuck
She’s used up all her luck
On a life that wasn’t
Even worth the hassle
We are always beginning again
There is a sameness between us
How gallantly she rides
So boldly she survives
She lived among the ordinary
All she touched was light
But somehow she’s invisible
Does she realize
Will she even know
She’s the one I long to be
She’s the dream I had to let go
To save the life within me.
You would have been
You would have been
You could have been
In some ways you are still
The love of my life
The keeper of my soul
Although almost unrecognizable
To my eyes that only see truth
And a giving spirit
It is in my nature to love you
To beat with every breathe you swallow
It is unchanging
Absolute you could say.
But I must travel and leave you to live
Only in the depths of me
Where you cannot,
Where you will not grow.
It isn’t that I’ve lost you
I’d know well enough to say so
But you have lost me in your you
So farewell love of my life
Keeper of my soul
I hope you find what you’re looking for
If today began with a simple word
If today began with a simple word
It would have been yes spoken form your lips
It would have been heartfelt tears
And a passion long since evaded
It would be music pouring forth
From the center of you
Making each step much more thick with blossoms
It could be me asking, no pleading
For a fate with yours attached
But today did not begin
Not at all for me
For you possibly pleasure
With little, nay, none of my grief
My lips are sealed
Not even waiting for day to begin
But for a wayward glance
So I sit on my hands and
Wait for my chance
JBW
Little by little
Little by little
Your awareness is becoming unreal
A blessing is a blessing
Even if disguised as wonder
So maybe I arrived too late
What now, how about fate?
Our melting, our joining together
It is not yet, a life unlived
It was us
You and I
Being love despite the world
Despite misguided eyes
So now my hope reforms
Not my heart
My hope
The hope that waited for you in dark corners
In places you dared not roam
So here I am still living
Living, almost laughing with disdain
At the fools we’ve become
And the love we failed to gain
JBW
Ironic how you seem so empty
Ironic
How you seem so empty
But are so brimming full
You spill over
On to me
Into my lap
Flooding my insides
Destiny
If it exists
You are it
A fate to behold
A day worthy of living
Just try to make
Your way past me
When you’ve filled my body
With your fate
And a sense of life
That cannot be diminished
Even with the love you cannot keep
And the girl left unfinished
JBW