Beautiful!

Thank you very much!

Thank you!

i have ways into your heart
that i haven't tried in so long
i know that you remember the light and the dark

i build walls that you cannot climb
just to open the doors and keep you inside
until i've found myself slipping away again

and in the night when you lay in your dreams
it all goes away and the bed you lay on lays in waste
and you will not find me and your poor heart that longed release
will ask to be captive again

your love is your ransom that keeps until it dies
and the walls come crashing down

and then i will miss you
and call you lost to me

i have ways to this end
that i cannot try again
alone and empty is beter than your walking away

Thank you so much!

I turned this one into a song. It's just acoustic right now. Not sure what else to do with it yet. :)

I listed the link at the bottom.

Lay me down
on these hardened coals
my bed grown cold

once burning for
the heart
I've lost

remember she
that lived in me
the pail notion that it could be

is just the haunting
in my halls
a tormenting ghost

unfed
unhappy with this
dry well of love

I've come to
in darkened wood
and silent streets

the frightened child
laying in the mire
or the old man

covered in the ashes
of passion
thats gone bad

no more light
no more dream
no more dream

http://infamousguitar.com/infamousjohn/nomoredream.mp3

Laughter spills through the trees
On cool moonlight nights
When I should walk for miles engaged in a dream

Under pale moonlight and starry sky
The temptress blazing colors unseen

But to my hopes on shortened paths
The distance is not so frightening here
As I am light inside

And for all that will not show itself
It's seen in dreaming eyes opened wide

In the children playing, dancing, laughing
breaking through night
Holding my mended self

What light have I to know this night
That all is well; all is well

The many ages lived in me
That entreat me to the man I speak from
And carry me through the wood

Makes me hope for peace and try
And know that my world is good

Tonight, tonight the song is quiet
But not so to go unheard
It calms the places, being apart

What a silent storm of color and song
That eases the timeless heart

Thank you Spirit. I was hoping the analogy would come through.

~ Resentment ~

So I've cause to have resentment filled
My heart-like void won't end its tyrant sup
Course taste is any delight
So enterprise of delight rips me up, still
The fallen words never heard call out
I know the truth about this night
Calm and subdued madman playing the roll of a saint
Still horrid to sight
So forget the love and see it is done
That a feeling of feeling ate up has begun
And torn to bits, the hits of sun
Light bares me to nothingness I shun
It is ferociously furious and strained
A bit of a hit of sun and with it is pain
Shunned its gross gaze that looks on in shame
It's sorted as the phases of fabulous fame
And I've resentment filled
My void entreats me to passion again
It's like the one that stayed was good enough
But it is no friend
And is whom who has no end

Thank you so much!

under his dusty cloak
robes put on by time
so much ... unsaid
a child waits for death

waits for death

...

the old man searches
in his tattered cover, reaches
to give unto the child

...

blessed, cursed
unlike the other children who play
with his sad voice
Locks out the day!

curious
that when his hand is touched again
how cold
pleading take me away
or my heart, please hold

...

only but the youth inside
memories are but clutching time
bring me back who I am in my mind, he cried
that child, that child
who longed to die

staggering old man starts down the walk
frightened eyes never knew but to keep
hold a course
to the lonely child and give him sleep

...

I cry so hard to think on it
I do not want the child to die
how neglected has he lived
and I must say goodbye

as his breath, his voice, leaves
and touches the open skies
heaven please rain down on me

rain down on me the tears from his eyes

~Home~

come and stay with me
the desolate home, dusty sheets
the ashes poured outward
from the blackened fireplace
now cold

with one board taken off the window
streams in, the light of the moon
down on the wooden chair
by the wooden stand
holding my book
my poor and dark book

Have you my words on your tongue
stay in here with me
and you'll see where the sorrow comes from

the feather pen
the empty ink
the half written page
left so
so that nothing leaves
I come with so many phrases and tangled thoughts
and a mind past prime, softened
containing pieces of lunacy

the sunken mattress lays on old wood
nothing goes unheard
steps creek and this structure trembles
and there is nothing left to do
setting alone
but to stare
and feel the sharp edges of my mind cut too deep
and watch the somber state of this place
effect me
if you come and stay with me
if you just stay with me
I will breathe for you
I will breathe for you, love

and I will tell you what my hands no longer can

~My Love Under the Bad Moon~

Under the bad moon tonight, I am taking quiet steps. I know that you come here still. My eyes are as keen as the inhabiting wild, as theirs are as well my eyes. They look for me and are as well my ears, as they call to me. How should I take you when I find you? You, in this dreary place, should have left me alone. You told me that you would leave me alone. My protests were cries that made the beasts scream through the night. And you still come here. In my tangled home, you come here.

A time ago when the fires roared and the drunken conscience cried absolution, I backed you into the corners and tore apart the walls of our home. Reasons were yours and mine but you're here now. You said you would leave me alone and you left me; alone. But you tiptoe through my refuge now to know of me. These walls are coming down again!

Scream furious at me but I withstand. Reason against me but I close in. Play with the mad beast but he is no friend. You have come to my home to come at me. If I cannot hear of love then I cannot hear you. Only one cry will do. You dance around the jaded man. The beast is stalking you. Only one cry will do. There will be nothing of love nor like love for this terrible act to cease. Only one cry, one cry will make the bad moon subside. You will not love the beast but for craving the darkened wood. You will not hold him in the embrace that makes darkness drift away. You come here; taunting him; taunting me. You should have left me alone. You said you would leave me alone. And still you came here; but for the last time.

~The Timeless Heart~

Laughter spills through the trees
On cool moonlight nights
When I should walk for miles engaged in a dream

Under pale moonlight and starry sky
The temptress blazing colors unseen

But to my hopes on shortened paths
The distance is not so frightening here
As I am light inside

And for all that will not show itself
It's seen in dreaming eyes opened wide

In the children playing, dancing, laughing
breaking through night
Holding my mended self

What light have I to know this night
That all is well; all is well

The many ages lived in me
That entreat me to the man I speak from
And carry me through the wood

Makes me hope for peace and try
And know that my world is good

Tonight, tonight the song is quiet
But not so to go unheard
It calms the places, being apart

What a silent storm of color and song
That eases the timeless heart

~Song of the Traveler~

I come to you on the cool misty night
carrying stark dreams, carrion
Unto Elysium with thought and pain
and strain and contempt and what fain
Sickly hours run the slow cold
toward my blood grown quick
Savor the stride
that conducted these fares unto thine

They are bottles of pungent wine
Dress to wear on the tongue
that will befoul me
in hours of years to come
I am like the fire
and the black smoldering sheet dresses me
to look well on thee with no harm to come
Love, on my love's broken tongue

I love this one! The rhythm is filled with great transitions and these words are such a beautiful sentiment. This is truly a great work!

~SPEAK NOT OF THIS~

unkind, her eyes that look on this shell
knowing the one within screams
she steals song from my lips
music of my soul in hell
all the pleasure rips from these stone hands
on pale faces
we see the courage fall
as i have taken to dark paths at night
unseen in the dusty light
the paradise was glimpses
and the rest was a terrible sight
how do we speak and not of this
the farewell kiss that stole you from me
the praising touch that threw me
the place i keep for your return
i know now must burn
and all that i am
is more beautiful than i have been
and if i cry
is it, my love, a sin

~Behind These Fading Eyes~

I drown in the tears I do not cry
Behind these fading eyes

Thinking of you in the last days of my life
I miss you
In the silence aching and failed tries

My greatest love and one compilation of regret
The screaming I cannot forget
A loss in this hollow heart
The painful debt

Bleeding in heartless love song
Under the lonesome moon
After the last sun has set

After the last sun has set
After the last sun has set

I drown in the tears I do not cry
Behind these fading eyes

That is it exactly. We've all had fairly sorted pasts. Nobody escapes that! So everyone gets a mask; at least one. Sometimes looking out at the world we can still recognize that soul sickness all around us.

I wanted to portray it as strangers in my home doing strange things (not specific).

That was the observers feeling I wanted to convey at any rate.

Thank you again so much for reading! I really appreciate the insight!

This poem was disgusting but was in my head and had to get out!