Cooling It

Someday I'll tell you all of what this feels like - leaving you. Over again in small amounts each night. Pushing us back down again into dreams. All of me has become fragmented thoughts - and yet round it goes ceaselessly. Turn and wake and fall and turn...Are we both haunted then and beyond undoing? Breaking and mending at once, yet the hope abounds in waves - so suddenly I want all of you so ravenously.

What once was sanctuary from the world - you now need saving from. So go and roam as far as you need - if you need it -- let something else destroy and elate. Feel the sensation of a great & terrible journey conquered...find the answers. Navigate that tired old road back home again like I pray it bends, and tell me everything again. I'll be waiting to come back to you. I'll be done my leaving.



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Let it Rise

Soak my entire naked body in sacred bourbon -- it wouldn't be enough. To numb what finally rose to the surface after long months of sealing my own lips --- blood dried marks where they stitched right up so clean --- wouldn't suffice. Now it's all ripped open. Tastes so good as it destroys my voice in yelling out. The words that I knew, that I hid, cause they're soaked so thick in one soul.

What of my sanity? Think I'll offer it to the moon tonight in the deepest ritual yet performed --- and awaken transformed into the force within. The darkness, let it rise! Lay me down as I pray to destruction. Oh holy ground, we meet again --- and this time behold the strength of a sorceress. 

In this war of consciousness --- let your body tremble in all of the feelings that lurch to let out, and rumble to cage. So just let it out to roam and the wildness will double over to master. Double over upon the weight of the ends of the sea where monsters are. Where ships go and never return --- but what of the joy they must have found in paradise of even keels? To whatever god you whisper to; may they favor the outcome of celestial courses. Crossed or align, differences hardly vary now --- onward sail!

Watch how the water all day changes it's course hundreds of times in the sun --- hide me from the glory -- because how I tried to waver just as many times over and failed. Sat in cathedral silence entranced by the confusion abounding everything and still the reserve of remaining the same as the start. Still so safely on shore and still so strangely drowning. 

So behold as we adjourn good congregation; kindred spirits of the depths. You'd recognize me no more in a conquered state of blasphemy --- and yet feel ever greater to the glory we praise. Taken one scripture to be stolen, and away let's run, ripping bible pages in the air in a trail of rapture and revelation…

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Breaking the Hopes of Spring

Been waking up with the skeletons of troubles on my pillows. The demon-ry of it, can't seem to make the senses feel right -- can't seem to understand it's tangible true source. What of my great thirst? Somewhere I left that wild yearning behind in a traveling course or a heartbreak -- somewhere in between all of those ruptured things.

And outside the snow just keeps falling, keeps breaking the hopes of spring -- always thought the whiteness felt like everyone's icy dark parts mystified. Like loneliness falling. Seems so haunting, especially tonight, the hushhh sound of it. The sharp cold. This hard, hard town - it takes from us.

What of the great thirst? The piercing kinetic heat felt at every choice and every night, and every thought of answering the questions that we share to embrace one another's existence in this place. How I long for the longing again! The warm sweet dewy breathe of the season and of ourselves inside. Wish it would wake me from this heavy hibernation that locks upon every thought before rest. Wish it would be, and be, and groove upon some fabled dance with the passion of all.


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