Grief is not a song you wrote once Nor the padded, downturned corners of your face.
Grief lives below your footsteps A black hole with mass In the shape of a giant ape. Each of your labored steps begets its sweeping swing below. Your soles are its vines.
Between each footstep, as it moves with you You think the weight of it might be gone. Grief delights in this deception As it seizes up-down once more, Reaching into the core of you And pulling it to the bottom of your shoes. Some part of you, torn away, lands with a leaden thunk And cramps the delicate inner muscles of your feet. Maybe it's the soul Or more likely It's some forgotten vestigial organ Which only emerges through its own absence.
Now hollow in your middle The muscles surrounding contract in confusion Thinking, knowing, that the empty space is wrong But not quite able to recall What had been there in the first place. And so you think your heart is seized by grief, When really, you are confused, you are feeling only Nothing.
As Grief lives beneath the ground As Grief swings beneath your feet.
Why do we spend our whole lives sleeping, Clinging to the secrets we're keeping? Sometimes it's not okay. Sometimes it's not alright. Not every confrontation Has to start a fight, But while we're at it we do And nothing worthy pushes through. I grieve for the world though grief is dead. I stumble through disfigured heads, But nobody knows they're broken. Their blood cries staining, unspoken. But somehow I have to waltz tonight Upon these heads that cause me fright. Their skin slides on my shoe And slowly off it, out of view. One day I'll be a severed head And you'll forget these words I've said.
Do you think about what my skin feels like Or how my lips taste underneath the light of a full moon Just us two letting our heart beat guide us closer together Do you feel my skin touch yours when your eyes close And does your body's imagination of me takes over your mind like I'm there right? It's like I know what to do right? And whatever it is feels so good right? I promise to take care of you Because I'm pretty sure while you lay there thinking of what I could be doing with you I'm thinking those thoughts to.
If she would only let me Climb the vines of her braids Lie in the shade by the creek Sip water from her slippers Slip the gown from her shoulders Taste the raisins of her nipples Die in her arms 1000 times The widow beneath a willow.
Days of toiling rings sullen bells Happiness and sadness dances side by side Waxing skin feel piercing days Hateful moments makes one to cry
Even of settling dawn brew with joy Torrential rainfall only a seed germinate Season gives way to each other Bounty of seeds one reaps
In reality one sun fades when eternal sleep rob one's soul Soil accept you as a blessed friend Leaving love ones with agony and pains As dead and birth lies still beneath the sun
All our craving under sun should be hate in a minimal form Love in a maximum form, cry with an awful charm Embrace every calamity as a way forward face reality as there're nothing new under the sun
Falling from the open Sky Sinking, sinking Takes away my breath As if I had any left Ships sailing, stay afloat On top of my tears An ocean filled Below the surface Lay diamonds Burried in the sand And all my dreams That couldn't swim Are spit back up on land The winds bellow a Gruff howl Sinking, sinking Enveloped by the waters Caress Soft Gentle Careful Beautiful sunshine Smiling above Hello Goodbye They swam off into the sea
