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Some lost thoughts from lockdown |
The Quiet It's peaceful in the quiet, the calm before the storm; the eye is where we riot, where we coalesce, and form Whisky trails swirl around, whirling from the past; echoes of the friends we've found, the ripples that they cast On fringes of dark water, on the eddies, on the tides; breaking where they ought to, where it's steady... strange things hide Swirling in our own space, hoping to be found; hoping, praying for a face, the right card to be crowned A coronation called for, impromptu to the plan; the Kings and Queens we fall for ... the time their reign does span Handshakes over dealings, pots it's cost, and played; collections of crossed feelings, connections lost and made Lost within a cold charade, the straws we grasp and clutch; connections made with hearts betrayed, expecting far too much Looking out with eyes, rose clad, an optimistic gleam; a glance at what you could've had, ... at what you might've been Wanting... needing, oh so bad, that first... that final kiss; something that you never had, ... someone that you miss Burning low, with hopes held high, a touch so far from deft; but when denial runs through dry, there's not whole lot left that breath of fire, absent... slipped, such tongues of flame I've lost; extinguished, cold and misspent... tripped, I never marked the cost Crumpled on such cold hard ground, flew too close to the sun; took too long to come around, for wax to warm, and run with suns swung low, set out of sight, and dreamt up night-time trysts; stars that haven't shined too bright, ... some stars that have been missed Lost angels fell from heaven, sent, leave demons where they've been; 'midst silence that can deafen... spent, and light that shines unseen A star that's drawn and distant... lit, revered from afar; a soul set forged, resistant, split, a heart scored deep with scars Within us, beats, as skies fall down, such stars go out tonight; moons burn out as night calls drown ... and sun's set out of sight With lanterns on the water, hushed, sat brightly in the night; reflecting as they ought to, rushed, a mirrored surface, light whilst underneath... we lumber, trawl, a looking glass refrain; we paint a sky by numbers, shawled, ... we pray it keeps us sane Feigning we could care less, awed, we navigate the ring; sprawled out on the canvas, floored, punch drunk on other things it's only when we're sober, straight, we sift through win and loss; the greatest dreams 'midst whims of fate, ... a dream that never was A dream played out in silence, drawn, a sophist, scribe of one; thunder rolls, nihilist, fawned, in hindsight, lightning runs A rumble that rolls round the black, in mumbled, muted sparks; subdued we tumble, nerves frought, wracked, we stumble in the dark We fumble in the light's dim glow, when all we see are ghosts; hiding in the shadows, low, from things we want the most Guarded long in linage, strained, praying to be found; waiting for the signage, pained, we hide in common ground Overlooking common threads, in awe of perfect forms, massing slowly overhead, a great and perfect storm A storm I tried to chase down, an image hard to frame; a storm that's hard to pin down, a tempest hard to tame I tried to test my mettle, turned out rusty, blunt and strained; took time, too long to settle, talked myself out of the game Second guessing things I did ... things I should have done; a swirl of guilty needs I hid, midst wants that didn't run Folding through the barricades, with borrowed time, we play; holding onto balustrades, through sorrowed rhymes we stray Locked in place, as time folds in, collapsing in round you; shellshocked as the beats rolled in, too perfect to be true with luck displayed beyond compare, the stages, where it ran; never thought I would be there, ... was never in the plan A night subdued in humid air, a vacuum where I fell; too afraid and too aware, afraid to break the spell Just waiting for the glimmer, an echo of a glance; with dreams set low to simmer, just aching for the chance A weekend of a lifetime, a period of grace; an offer of a life line, an image burnt in place A sun ignored, so woeful, a moon reflecting, stark; a butterfly, so social, a moth lost in the dark Lead wings inset, with grim regret, stuck, stapled to the hasp; when someone you could never get, lies too far out your grasp Too brilliant, too amazing, too hot to hold... too high; a star born bright and blazing, now long absent from the sky A final sunset, getting low, polished, to the touch; torn between just letting go, and wanting it too much How we wish we could forget, still memories remain; waiting for that sun to set, and never rise again A pained refrain, a perfect farce, a wound in silence, bleeds; a tiger forged of cool, cut glass, ... so crystaline a need Spun so plain, apparent, taunting, turning in the light; a wild cat transparent, just hiding in plain sight In my head its clear, smooth, sand blasted, shaped and formed; but in the heart there's fear, truths, when light refracts at dawn with embers hot... concerning, more than we might confess; homefires low, slow burning, ... still burning non the less such burns mark deep, a third degree, now winter holds the courts; a pool of dirty memories, a whirl of fervent thoughts Collected by curators, a place where hopes are pinned; an unspent force of nature, a feral on the wind I trust that star still shines there, for now I cannot see; to know that light burns bright, somewhere, that's good enough for me Part grounded for a time now, so near... yet so far; the ones who got there somehow, ... know how fortunate you are In some worlds, rules just shatter, your game, I tried to play; some people, they just matter ... that's all there is to say as storms still round me riot, and suns still set and rise; there's peace within the quiet, I imagine in your eyes |