Haunted

I’ve been screaming out my weighted words

into this endless waving crowd

just searching and searching

for your face

and singing your songs out loud.

Sacramental rites and spirits

crawling deeper inside my veins

don’t touch me with your music

and expect me to ever be the same.

Telltale prose and positioning,

my words like a freight train

tearing through

it’s the morning of the night again

and all I need is you.

I abandon all my devils now

in the divulgence of your grace

never will I be the same

but always haunted by your face.

Boulevard

i’ve missed you from here

for so many years

with a love that won’t fall silent.

it keeps moving around

behind my eyes

like masked faces

obedient to midnight curfew;

she shakes me to the bone.

i turn to the cool side of the pillow

bury deep my reeling head

fight back the memories

as the bottom drops

certainly far from lonely

but nothing ever stops.

under the influence out of my mind

spinning

and grinning

through the madness this time.

i thought i’d be satisfied

writing from your white fences

but then in one word

you can dissolve my defenses;

love falls down where ever it wants

as i go crawling down

the boulevard.

“and these things i just want to tell you still” -C. Pureka

Bitter Sweet

you must be real must be creation

beautiful creature imagination

if i gave you my heart

would you go away

would you swallow me whole

how would I taste?

who are you?

roses in hand

take a long look at me

know who i am

the rain makes us change bittersweet

you like how i look

in the frame of this place

and i think you’re beautiful

from behind the lace

it makes me sad

i love you so much

invite me to bed

too perfect to touch

ten thousand thoughts all at once

i unfold them

i can’t control them

suffer your miracle as i hold them

pain makes us change bittersweet

you must be real must be creation

beautiful creature imagination.

Glass and Shadow

My senses won’t forget you

I know they never will

Scratches on my heart still burn

Beneath a captive chill

It’s funny how much strangers

Can remind me of your tangled laces

My conscience is stifled speechless

As my imagination changes places

Old man winter holds me tight

Beneath the piercing rays of August sun

I won’t let go of winter’s arms

Because they keep my demons numb

I find solace sleeping here

As the flurries falls

Feeling through the looking glass

Until there’s nothing to feel at all

Twilight kiss my silhouette

Shine and twinkle on my skin

Carry me to your floating city

Only you can make me young again

I keep to my bohemia

There’s nothing I won’t tell

I’m desperately seeking angels

I’ve seen the depth of hell

Sometimes I hear the devil’s bedlam

Screaming profanely at the night

Before my trapdoors and addictions

Reaching for that peaceful light

You’re soaring through the brimstone

tragic like a shooting star

I’ll on go as you grow colder

Glass and shadow is all we are.