The lake looks good today, she would stroll beside and sit at the edge on the flat rock, and watch diamonds and birds emerge from the water. The lake held tears and she had come to listen to the tributary song.
‘Listen, can you hear the wind weave and roil? Keep moving, keep moving, and don’t stay still for too long.’ Is it too late to create another cosmos? Can spirit be taught to rid the pile of pebbles so as to praise the stars once again?’ Questions rose from the lake like steam.
The hill was steep and the summoning to a shady tree fell soft to her weary eye. She lay down and admired the angles of the bristly grass, broke bread with leaves, and folded trees into herself. Her shoulders fell back against the paper bark tree, kismet spiriting across her eyes, her skin in summer patina.
She hummed a tune she remembered she had tasted once before on a hot night, where moths and moonlight danced a dervish, and the fae clasped hands in a circle, skipping about with the wind caught in their shiny fluid dresses.
She wondered about owls and what they witnessed at night. She thought to ask them the next time she was dining with the nocturnes, and press them about their secret blue visions while the town dreamt in shadows and sepia tones, shadow boxing in the essences of the subterranean.
A bee hovered near. She smiled, remembering her wings were resting safe in the silent cave at the bottom of the mountain. Bees don’t know much about owls and wisdom is best eaten fresh, honey was the food she craved; it never spoils.
~lily
eye in the sky
why do you whimper
have you lost
your piece of sun
stir the tides
so we can feel
the movement of water
upon our feet and remember
that warmth doesn't always
come from flames
long are the nights
where you wrangle with
the corks of messages
in a bottle, so many
corks sealing little rivers
sit with me and tell of
stories from the days
of starlight and fires
by the lake, we will laugh
seeds, we can cry music
and i will embrace your
reflection
Dirty rag doll,
twisted body
and unraveled seams,
she looks for her being
deep within heart dust,
holding a blunt needle
with a fine eye.
Flinching at the stroke
of precious balms,
seeking oils of anointment
for her veiled
and sorrow-crowned head.
Clutched to her chest
is the desert she hid
behind her back,
pleading her chalice filled.
Revive her nomadic,
fertile lips,
for she has longed
and longs to sup.
Porous, dust coated tongue
water-zealous, earth drought mouth.
Has she not been
sapless for years?
Has not the wine drenched
altar of her sins
been adorned with wilted lilies
long enough?
Mercy, mercy,
pledge your salvation
And what of Love?
Love nestles deeply
in sister-ilk spheres of scars.
We turn to compulsions
To fill an immense void
We fill it with fallow soil
And watch as seasons
Shrivel and swell
We stay and we watch
And wait for something
To grow
~lily
I just found this in draft from a while ago in November. Not a wonder filled poem, just some words from the land of loss. I was inspired by some imbecile who writes apple pie poetry and says that we shouldn't cry when our loved ones pass, because apparently they really aren't gone at all!! Yes, apparently, they are still with us, and near - as our angels, apparently they are in the rainbows and butterflies and the pollen on our noses.. well when i look around dufus, i don't see my dad anywhere and i doubt i will anytime soon .. stupid fucktard poets who write candy floss Crap.. Capital C
You set the butterflies free into my night
Trying to make me feel better about my loss
You won me over with the butterflies
But I know he lives among the bees
(G)littering me with an army of words
No longer do we sit in the familiar chairs
Partaking in our morning tea ritual
Your sickly sweet candy is on the roadside poet
Your gasps and bleats cannot fill this cavern
Please don’t cry, it makes me uneasy
For my memories are forever young
And the ache in my heart is my master
And I am led once again to the old green chair
Far away from you and your apple pie smile
In the middle
Of seventh heaven
And the deep blue sea
This is the defense
Of a hanging soul
A precarious
Tight rope walk
A drawn out night
Around a dying fire
Create the pain
And suffer in deserving
It’s a fading stage
Willing to change
It’s not enough
Under the burning sun
Everybody runs
Set us on fire!
~lily
Take it away
away, take it
this is the pebble
the pebble in my shoe
there’s room for more
more madness and undone
trusts, more outrageous
felicities
driver, lose me before
I remember that I am lost
lost among the fishers of hate
yes, the night is young, carrions
and we have a party to (dis)grace
the almighty holder of stupors
has requested our attendance
we have shed our delayed skin
and our flesh doesn’t matter
any more, our spirit is
under the spell of chaos
and we have no baggage
don’t lick at me with a honey tongue
give me the resurrection sting of bees
maybe I’ll fall deeply in love
you may just be the last
take it away
away, take it
~lily
in the rain down
i was Cinderella
no shoes, toes wriggling
dare darting from eyes
that have swam in chords
and wandered in song lines
I cannot lie
hung up, flung up
never hang up
pain is evident
in valleys of resignation
hearts under the covers
in the lining, in the far apart
to myself
breath bouncing off walls
we forgo the chaise
lover, splay your fingers
and I will fill the in between
come
~lily
bound for checkmate
the envelope is sealed
monochrome eyes
unearth a pencil map
lay out on a
velvet age, deception of self
the wind wants to carry you
roses in arms, silence for eyes
green mourns for you
in the coming of the fates
joy can’t touch this moon
it’s a melodious acceptance
no fear for the all too near
a weight in the wings
soul folded
~me
The whirlwind died down
a long time ago
the word is out
and we were shaken
let out the birds
let them come home
ask the sky a question
can you go higher?
can you stand under the stars
when the symphony ends?
can you open your blood
for the power of verity?
the silver cord reaches to all
and not just to yourself
