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Daisy Chain Apr 2013
Please carry this water for me
It's much too heavy beneath my eyes
It sloshes at my walls incessantly
drowning in and out of sighs.

You flowed your river into my well
until I could see the sun,
but the draught from 2 Septembers
has but dried me into a cold drum.

Stones now line my hollow-pit
covered in engraved words from you.
The cracked imprints from distant days
that I painfully run my fingers through.

I now climb one word a day
through fleeting truths and lies
But till my fingers crest the edge
It is nothing but dark skies.
Daisy Chain Apr 2013
Misplace that!
go on
don't twinge
at the sudden change
in tact.

Confuse me!
let it
pass right through
me
and fall between
the crack.

Initiate my cries!
forget it
sometimes it can
start to die
from the inside.

Call out.
seemingly small
whisper of
doubt
can save us all.
Daisy Chain Apr 2013
Sinking through
Apple stew
Sticky, smells
of sweet ground dew

In twice, once now
and once again
Beneath my jersey
bra and skin

Burning softly,
like a tepid sun
A downcast look
street tears now run

Sadness cures madness
now wrapped in eyes
the looking glass facing in
finger taps and sighs.
Daisy Chain Mar 2013
The mountain-tops may have been silent,
yes they dragged on and on in winds.
But the words softly spoken with your eyes
transcended all the ones from lips.

Never a spilt drop of acid spoken
not a single name from a darkened room,
the room full of the bled and broken
threads of fears laid out strewn.

For I was not your princess,
nor queen, mistress nor maid,
a gentle wife meets seductress
in your eyes I had been made.

Your friend on days when thoughts come running
already waiting with arms aloft
but the red line beneath your words of anger
catching pieces you'd rather dropped.

Stranded on your bottled ship
occasionally you would let me in.
Greedily I would breath and bathe
In the words resounding from your skin.

Fingers curled round my solitude
pulled me out, firm and sweet.
Whipped a million tears from my foggy eyes
tied laces on my lost, trembly feet.

Together we faced the sun
its chest risen with fresh chance.
but as we walked to'rd the horizon
we had forgotten to hold hands.

Our footsteps washed by quiet rains
the internal battles of the core.
My heart will, nevertheless, remain with you
faintly on your misty shower door.
Daisy Chain Feb 2013
it forever stills within the quill
the quill that never inks what will
making sense only confuses
for those who aren't looking for the thrill

my words wont shine within your light
your light is made of a delicate fight
once broken the words unspoken
will fill your blood with explosive delight

carry me now to your place, your home
I wont listen to your metronome
forgetting the tea filled with nicety
and lets dance until we are overthrown

in all your life, that bubbles in you now
age moving eyebrows into a frown
hold the tiny hand that stumbled onto this land
and walk yourself back into the unbound
Daisy Chain Feb 2013
She glows red inside.
Until the mountain's roar begins.
The trees tremble beneath her sighs,
knowing the tide will soon rise
within her belly.

The core of all ideas of sin
subsisting only by whats within;
yet the cralwers and the stompers
the choppers and the bleeeders
the wanters the criers
the screamers and the needers
have the plastic vision
they make the skilless incision
into our lives
with old blunt knives.

Shes going to blow eventually
theres no stopping whats beneath
it will all melt suddenly.

It rumbles and it stores
waiting no more
no more
let it outpour
downpour
now
bow
down
to
her.

Anger.
Daisy Chain Feb 2013
Shining bright, you distract you from yourself.
Falling in line. Keeping in time.
That's just fine, nothing wrong with being entertained.

But keep in mind, if you seek in the wrong place, you won't find.
Or be found. Put your ear on the ground
listen to what I've been telling you all along.

You're so close, as close at it gets.
But your looking towards the abyss.
Its okay, we just don't know
that the way you can see is beyond what your eyes show.

Put your hand on your chest, feel it rise and fall.
That beating of the mortal drum. The life flow.
I am the universe, I am the cosmos and also a seed.
When it blooms, it reveals a beautiful catastrophe.

Explore, expand, ingest all of life.
Then would I need to tell you to be nice?
If you were the oceans and you were my eyes
Would I need to preach for you not to make them cry?

If you want to be a somebody, nothing wrong with that.
But you will have to accept the boundaries of contact.
But if you don't draw that line, if you come to be.
All that is in you is in me.
Become a no-body.

So you can draw those lines if you wish,
but your experience of life will only be a glimpse,
through moments of detachment
you might peek at true bliss.

Freedom is in the limitless.
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