under the orange clouds
the cross around her neck was her shield
from her own gypsy air
the lack of polished fingers,
the sealed up black and curling hair
she used to lie in her bed
and wish the one next to her
were someone different
someone like the night, cold and vulger
with caullsed hands peeling white
i looked at more than one woman
as she licked up my chest
leaned my head back
wishing it were her that i laid breast to breast
but the sheild that stoped all hell
from running lips against against
it was all another trick
we are unhappy,
we are animals unstuck,
we were in all ways, sick
like those wolves that eat thier prey,
that rip the flesh back like it's their play
that seem to growl with a delite
with the blood, with the sun
they are everything right
the lonly shoes i put on each morning
the lonly car that starts loud in the cold
the wisper in the fog
of regret abandon
that i hear only because of my soul
i damn her sheild,
her curse, her pagen beauty
that curling hair of black
that i never got to see
i was her blood,
she loved it on her lips,
but we are unhappy,
we were unfit
******
i dont care about the mortal side
the ruin i will be made by time
i am not scared of leaving frail life
some where in the trails of those i come behind
this canser
this sickness
this loss of all those that love
i've never cared for the chance to die
i won't stop for him
i will be locked up in my tower much too high
the door locked and pulled much to tight
to die, to become another ruin of time,
to look, to see no face and do no more of joyous crime
it seems so fitting that there has to be an end
because i did begin as a man, so i do end so ripe.
and i realize love, these final verses,
i don't care about my mortal side
for there is a most beautiful line
i don't care to die,
except that i will miss him,
much more than all the rest of life
******
i veered right into the pole
brown and splittered
it still stood strong
and the world breathed with me for the first time in my life
the trees were full with blood
as the cold came in on time
the heat of all the fire ever burned
the cold of the absence of things never stired
i watched the driver leave me there,
under the orange clouds
her sheild i left behind,
the words of someone about to die,
it all seemed clearer than a lake in a dream
much strong than any castle ever seen,
i stood a prism,
everything complex i made easy
the complex star, now each into 8 colered beams
and i walked,
like i was strong,
and i saved my own life
what a thing to have done.
~tommy