Where Shadows Play in the Shade
FROM: Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Some days
I wish the breath inside my lungs
would escape me and leave me in peace
Some days
I wish the music inside my heart
would stop its rhythm and beat
There is nothing
nothing romantic or poetic
about death
nothing in regard of regrets or pride
no legacy for self-recognition
no love nor care to give or take
no faces to spite nor cherish
so why do I speak in metaphors
in similes and analogies
about a subject
that's hard to teach
and harder to learn
Music keeps pouring out
from the speakers
of a one track radio
the channels lost in a fuzz
blizzard in the airwaves
even as the sun bakes
the rotting cusps of failed peaches
a bittersweet aroma of seasonal decay
Take me away...
with the seasons I will fade away
back to mother earth I return
from ash to ash and from dust to dust
my body crumbling into stardust
Let the worms and the beetles
make delight of these memories
embedded within my skin
Let them devour
skies and airplanes
of a child's imaginings
from my humble brittle bones
With the drugs inside me
I become a catalyst of
strange mixtures
of odd elements
and wicked ingredients
implosive euphoria
With the drugs inside me
I breathe the air of a rock star
I love without knowing love
I drink without thirst
and eat without hunger
I touch without reason
this is sensory overload
Consumed
phantom ignition
persistent, eternal blaze
infinite against all tides
burning in an airless chamber
burning under 16 fathoms
of the Atlantic quench
a cremation of the living dead
I have seen
God
peer into witch's eyes
witnessing a spectacle
of his own demise, a supernova
even immortality has an end
I have seen angels
searching for wings
in a lifeless desert
I have seen mothers
drowning sons and daughters
in satanic mirages
I have seen
the darkness and the light
I have seen
cold shades of gray
Cover me in
Persian tongue and touches
in Arabic hymns
Mourn me in
Aramaic elegies
in songs of Daniel and Ezra
melodies muted only by black vails
Shower me in
rain clouds of endless sands
that stretch from Mecca to the sea
Bury my bones here
to insure that my soul
may never purge the heavens
Bury my bones here
under the divine bloodshed of faiths
bloodshed of aeon's
that turns a desert into a crimson sea
and taints the prophet's soul
Bury my bones here
where I lie loveless
ambushed by departed virgins
of lovelorn, hungry for life
Bury my bones here
in the depths of Sahra'
in the depths of eternal time
Some days
I wish the breath inside my lungs
would escape me and leave me in peace
Some days
I wish the music inside my heart
would stop its rhythm and beat
There is nothing
nothing romantic or poetic
about death
nothing in regard of regrets or pride
no legacy for self-recognition
no love nor care to give or take
no faces to spite nor cherish
so why do I speak in metaphors
in similes and analogies
about a subject
that's hard to teach
and harder to learn
Music keeps pouring out
from the speakers
of a one track radio
the channels lost in a fuzz
blizzard in the airwaves
even as the sun bakes
the rotting cusps of failed peaches
a bittersweet aroma of seasonal decay
Take me away...
with the seasons I will fade away
back to mother earth I return
from ash to ash and from dust to dust
my body crumbling into stardust
Let the worms and the beetles
make delight of these memories
embedded within my skin
Let them devour
skies and airplanes
of a child's imaginings
from my humble brittle bones
With the drugs inside me
I become a catalyst of
strange mixtures
of odd elements
and wicked ingredients
implosive euphoria
With the drugs inside me
I breathe the air of a rock star
I love without knowing love
I drink without thirst
and eat without hunger
I touch without reason
this is sensory overload
Consumed
phantom ignition
persistent, eternal blaze
infinite against all tides
burning in an airless chamber
burning under 16 fathoms
of the Atlantic quench
a cremation of the living dead
I have seen
God
peer into witch's eyes
witnessing a spectacle
of his own demise, a supernova
even immortality has an end
I have seen angels
searching for wings
in a lifeless desert
I have seen mothers
drowning sons and daughters
in satanic mirages
I have seen
the darkness and the light
I have seen
cold shades of gray
Cover me in
Persian tongue and touches
in Arabic hymns
Mourn me in
Aramaic elegies
in songs of Daniel and Ezra
melodies muted only by black vails
Shower me in
rain clouds of endless sands
that stretch from Mecca to the sea
Bury my bones here
to insure that my soul
may never purge the heavens
Bury my bones here
under the divine bloodshed of faiths
bloodshed of aeon's
that turns a desert into a crimson sea
and taints the prophet's soul
Bury my bones here
where I lie loveless
ambushed by departed virgins
of lovelorn, hungry for life
Bury my bones here
in the depths of Sahra'
in the depths of eternal time