Let’s go back to the caves Bury our screams in silence Discard our deadly weapons In the deepest darkness For they fill us with bravado So false, instill us with prowess So misguided, that our world Slowly crumbles around us Just stones, as cold as our hearts
Sequined dreams In the sky As I stitch every teardrop Into the firmament For you to see when You gaze at the moon In my memory
It was a strong heart But feather-light it floated Buoyed by dreams, hopes Reaching the sky so blue; Tie it firmly with icy strings Till the cold permeates Freezes that tender love For warm and flush It tends to bleed red Staining all the world!
What colors do you see, In this unfinished portrait? It waits for blue From the waves To fill vacant eyes A contrary wind Reversed ocean To bring you back
Fire and flow of buried emotions I had commanded to lie still Gulping down anger Silencing the rage I waited time to heal; They gurgle wildly In gorges of the heart Streaming in deadly cascade Burning lava from hell Surging from the gallows All the venom I had held!
My broken heart, an artifact In a spectacular box intact Lying in tarnished pieces With crumbling petals of roses A Babushka doll, now faded Holding a ring, long discarded Stale memories wrapped In tissue paper yellowed Bury them all with me When my tired soul flees!
It will not hurt What you don’t know? Truth wrapped in muslin Pulsates gently Waiting to birth To sound the death knell Of sweet ignorance Blissful innocence As the soul soaks in Lies and tales Appeasing the mind But stealing the heart Of the pure joy of knowing!