hades

OCCUPATIONAL HAZARD

We inhabit this land with no given reason. The older we become, the more sombre we find the outcome. Dying young seems like a dream to some. In struggle and hardships we find our truth, lying at the very bottom of our youth. Because its not health or wealth that decides us, it’s our actions. It’s not your choices that divide you, it’s your reaction. So react to love with grace, you do not know when again you will see her face.

SUNFLOWER

This is me holding onto your rays of sunlight, demanding they intertwine their fingers with mine, my eyes cant handle light so bright but my heart can manage just fine. Your beauty makes me rise from the grave, like a sapling I’m given life to live once again. To breathe and to shudder in the wind as I once had, your warmth on my shoulders breathes air into my soul because you knew I needed it bad. But your air I could not swallow; nor your pride could I borrow, for our love was connected the day we filled ourselves with sorrow. Not from deceitful lies or the breaking of ties but from stories of our past of where our burdens now lie. In hopes for us to proceed as one, we leave our regrets on the tide like a loaded gun, all you have to do is pull the trigger, and one by one watch our pasts drift away in the glow of the setting sun. I feel your hand on mine, palm sweating with shine, a ray so heavy it pierces into time. Our paths crossed yet never did we find the answer to life and all that we left behind. So we love like there’s no tomorrow and lust like there’s no past, the moon and the sun forever waiting steadfast. Together dark and light we sit in the same sky, waiting for the day that we both could fly.

THE HANDS OF TIME

Breaking the grandfather clock I discovered the hands that I bid on,

betting all my chips that in time all nuisances would be rid of.

You’re kind of unique, you hate your physique, I love your body.

People don’t really like the little guy, they’re jealous of his hobby.

He makes a move every second and is pushing his elders each minute.

But in this story it’s a she, and for every good deed she did, she was not credited.

Instead she was ridiculed, humiliated, demonized with rumours and lies.

Every second a friend who could not not see the pain in her eyes.

Placing their trust in some other guys, spreading naught but the backwards passage of time.

Creating a negative spiral through which her life would only feel like her demise.

So her hands no longer created advances, for it was I who smashed the hands with mine.

In effort to re-light the flame with a shimmer of sunshine.

She looked up to me from the ground, pleading

and it came to me, I was the one who is beating.

beating against the dying of the light.

To bring her back to life, to resuscitate and revive, piece back together the hands of hers so that they may chime.

Once more, without feeling as if they hurt too much to bear the burden, the heinous crime.

That of living, breathing, ticking, it was in her final breath

She told me she only needed one thing from me, and that was the allowal of her death.

I simply told her no, and pieced her back together, making her remind me of the time,

Once and once again, until there is nothing left.

GO TO SLEEP

I took your time, I took your daylight, it was robbery, it was theft.

A look into myself and it’s not hard to see, to get

The feeling that I can’t let you go, not yet.

But deeper, in its depths, I acknowledge

The selflessness I wish to portray.

But here I lay, side by side, arm in arm,

Time askew and gone awry, eating porridge by the lake.

So for your sake, go to bed, and don’t stay awake.

For my sake don’t let me take

Anything more from you than I have already raked.

If there’s one thing I yearn for its your success,

Your merits and thus I digress.

I will give up our time together for your practicing death,

For sleep is the graveyard and dreams are the nest.

Crows cawing laying their eggs,

How could you face this murder and all these tests,

If you are constantly dead, for the night meant for rest

Was spent doing less than this.

Trials and tribulations create the best in us,

I know you’ve suffered through enough

So please, just rest

So I can watch the rising and the falling of your chest.

FORGOTTEN TRAGEDIES OF THE TANGERINE CALAMITY

I am no hero – eternal perhaps, but not worthy of the crown, strong enough to withstand but not to stand down.

Ablaze with light, not bright enough to white the night, but enough to cusp my moonlight on the other side.

The tape is cutting out, the film is fading to black. The screen is empty, and so is this flat. So come out to play, the sun is burning, so let’s not burn this day away. For a hundred light years I’ll be waiting at the dock of the bay wishing time could hold its place. The sunset feels alive without your wake, despite your sunny embrace, I find peace in the shade, knowing you cannot see me, with your all-seeing gaze.

I wish I did better by myself, so that you could see this sky by my side. It rings like the tone from your call, always on my mind. My one mistake was taking myself and hiding, I couldn’t keep lying, I’m sorry, but, I’m a liar. And a jerk. I can’t work, for anyone, myself or for her. I cant employ myself to abide by my own rules, why do I think I can follow theirs?

GREENLAND

i hate to perform,

reality, or a playwright’s whore.

extortion on a screen in its finest form,

freedom portrayed, but never owned.

a mirage of the green,

on the other side of the door.

SIRENS

Wrapped up and bound by the moral sea

A flame in the wind as far as the eye could see

Swallowed up and corrupted by its dead leaves

A war with waves atop my Italian steed