Veiled Matter

The constant dissolution
Of our unholy bodies
Sweet division
Of our material selves
The violence of our desires
Leave our empty shells
Breathless and cold

On the table with scalpel
Watching in slow motion
Just a peek
At the freak show
Of our unwieldy memories
As they fade just like us
Silently behind the veil

Enclosed after we’ve been cut
Quiet and consoled by their misery
We try to escape, unwind, untie
From this place
Tears can no longer drop from our face

We wave our arms
In desperation for this final moment

Smothered in the earth
What secrets will we learn
On this side
What magic is left in this world
We’ll drain it and use it for ourselves
If we stay, just a little longer
There might be a place for us
Still in their hearts

We are just veiled matter
Did we ever really matter
Is there still a place for us
In their hearts
We are just veiled matter
Did we ever really matter
Is there still a place for us
In their hearts
We are just veiled matter
Did we ever really matter
Is there still a place for us
In their hearts

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SO YOU’RE NOT FEELING PRETTY?

So you’re not feeling pretty? But you are pretty, inside and out, somewhat damaged but aren’t we all.
You’re made of magic, you’re a muse and a shining star.
Inside of you grow gardens of rare flowers and their petals are your skin.
Your skeleton is inlaid with diamonds and you shoot throwing knives from your eyes. Blow kisses like poison darts.
You wave your hand and make the space time continuum waver radiantly, giving me glimpses of alternate realities.
You turn the tides of oceans with your mind and with your darkest thoughts call storms.
So you’re not feeling pretty?
Well I can tell you that there are more important things to feel.
Like the way I feel like a black hole is tugging at my soul every moment that you are lost in darkness.

And if you’ll let me, I will be your mirror, to reflect the truth of who you are more elegantly than a piece of glass ever could.

Someone I Used To Know

Someone I used to know
Might have told me something
That’s stayed with me to this day
Without me even realizing

I was happy and alive
And may have never felt the cut
When you were no longer with me
The snap as my heart closed shut

The moment we fly
The ground will no longer be good enough
When we feel the soft clouds against our skin
The dust in the air will be too rough

Someone I used to know
Whispered something in my ear one day
I’ll spend all my life trying to remember
Is it what made me live this way?

The softness of your lips
As they caressed my lobe
The sweetness of your breathe
Filling me with hope

Maybe I will never recall the words said
In a magic moment all too fleeting
Secrets passed in the dead of night
Words from poems that you were reading

I soared when you were near
I crawled when I was alone 
Someone I used to know
Long before I had grown

Someone I used to know
Had some important words to say
That stayed with me 
May have made me who I am today

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This Music Is Magical

I’m killing it
Note by note
You won’t forget
You’ll be whistling this shit all day

The lyrics are almost writing themselves
The flow is out of control
I feel so alive
You’ll be listening to this shit while you drive

This music is magical
This magic is musical

Way to fast
Windows down
You’ll be singing out of your mind
Swerving your car, out out of control
Note by note, driving it deep into your soul

Ya, you know that I’m great
This song might even get you pregnant
If you happen to listen
While you masturbate

This music is magical
This magic is musical
This music is magical
This magic is musical
This music is magical
This magic is musical

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