My Dead Language

She’s nothing beneath that dress

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

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.

My Dead Language

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

My Dead Language

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.

My Dead Language

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.

My Dead Language

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.

My Dead Language

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

 

 

My Dead Language

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

My Dead Language

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

My Dead Language

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