Don't ask what brought these on-
maybe I'll talk about it sometime.
I know what the silence means
There were veils of make believe
that twined us in a blinded dance,
and in that time you said to me
that "love needs no words" (heart speak to heart in a mere glance).
But I have learned that the antithesis rings round more true:
I know what the silence means.
It speaks back more meaning than you ever gave before;
these echoes of nothing
burn cold
you spun it around in your mind
however suited you
talked in ways that bled day to night-
but in this vacuum there is nothing but truth.
Your pity was a net
made to hold me in
your vengeance
cut deep speech laced in poison,
but the silence
is ringing
the silence shows
maybe you were right.
If it was love we wouldn't have talked too much,
and clouded all that we were
in that lying smoke
and now without
the clarity is startling:
solid like you never were.
Truth in white static surrounds me
smothering like snow.
emlord
8-18-08
Sisyphus' Rock
How do I know what was real now?
When you were false how were my feelings ever true?
Was my love a house built on flighty sand?
And on parables principle not allowed to stand?
What emotions bear weight,
when you were joy and burden?
What truth can I find-
now that you broke my vows for me?
My tongue becomes my own flagellation,
my heart my prison cell.
All words come back to torment.
All love as bars in hell.
emlord
8-18-08
lost sense
gone away
there's a purple glare
the last light
of the only flare i've known in this life
nothing to hold onto
never was
all we truly need is intangible
chasing after things we'll never touch
caught in blindness
do we truly live
unbound
not knowing what we miss
a part of me wanted fireworks
ending with a bang
that the image should burn my retinas
and die with sparkles in my eyes
emlord
8-18-08
I know what the silence means
There were veils of make believe
that twined us in a blinded dance,
and in that time you said to me
that "love needs no words" (heart speak to heart in a mere glance).
But I have learned that the antithesis rings round more true:
I know what the silence means.
It speaks back more meaning than you ever gave before;
these echoes of nothing
burn cold
you spun it around in your mind
however suited you
talked in ways that bled day to night-
but in this vacuum there is nothing but truth.
Your pity was a net
made to hold me in
your vengeance
cut deep speech laced in poison,
but the silence
is ringing
the silence shows
maybe you were right.
If it was love we wouldn't have talked too much,
and clouded all that we were
in that lying smoke
and now without
the clarity is startling:
solid like you never were.
Truth in white static surrounds me
smothering like snow.
emlord
8-18-08
Sisyphus' Rock
How do I know what was real now?
When you were false how were my feelings ever true?
Was my love a house built on flighty sand?
And on parables principle not allowed to stand?
What emotions bear weight,
when you were joy and burden?
What truth can I find-
now that you broke my vows for me?
My tongue becomes my own flagellation,
my heart my prison cell.
All words come back to torment.
All love as bars in hell.
emlord
8-18-08
lost sense
gone away
there's a purple glare
the last light
of the only flare i've known in this life
nothing to hold onto
never was
all we truly need is intangible
chasing after things we'll never touch
caught in blindness
do we truly live
unbound
not knowing what we miss
a part of me wanted fireworks
ending with a bang
that the image should burn my retinas
and die with sparkles in my eyes
emlord
8-18-08