A Familiar Sting

Oh! Ouch! That really stung!

Let's lock lips and loosen that tongue

It's been a while since I've felt your touch

Gotta make it count, I've missed this too much

Amour! Amour! Let's win this war

Dawn your armor and get ready for more

Hearts beating fast--that familiar blood rush

We close our eyes then embrace with a hush

Ambrosia

In this world you live asleep like the dead

Distorted dream through a prism unclean

The colors your see are not what they seem

How can you see with your eyes wide shut?

Kiss the demons at their feet

Praise them for their artful lies

Let them lull you back to sleep

Singing sweet dark lullabies

In mundo vivunt, somno velut mortui

A deformato per somnium inmundum carcer

See your colores non sunt quod videntur 

Quomodo clausis oculis vestris wide? 

Osculamini pedes eorum daemonum 

Laus eorum est artificiosa 

Ipsi vos ad somnum otium 

Cantus dulcis tenebris lullabies

The Attic

Boxed up memories collect dust in the attic 

Concealed in the corner behind shattered glass

Reflections of people seen through hazy static 

Remember the reason you chose to forget

Piñata

Smashed to pieces; torn and tattered  
Spill my guts out on the floor
Beaten, broken, bruised, and battered 
Tape me up to take some more

The Spaces Between

This sober sky is a bleak reminder of the mistakes I made

I spread my wings, flew away and left you on the ground

Well flying leads to falling through the spaces in between,

I screamed away the pain and now I'm dancing in the clouds

But somewhere out there you still exist -- outside my mind you still exist

And somewhere out there you're still breathing-- your lungs still drink the air 

Monochrome

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(Written & formatted by Christian J. Clark. 2012)

Haiku

Orange snakes disappear

Into the blackest of ink.

The fire grows bigger.

Substance

They say that sin is how you get in
Who knew it would be my escape?
I'll shed this skin and leave it behind
I'm coming home to claim my fate

I'm not a failure if I fail to quit
Hidden deep behind the veil
Vapor vexed in winter winds
Ignorance is a chosen cell

It's easy getting into Hell
Getting out's a different story
I have my ticket, I'm leaving now
I'm coming home to claim my glory

Fearing shadows we face the sun
Torrential rain drops build the flood
You can't erase these burning feelings
These veins do flow with ink, not blood

Flirting With Fire

And we Angels run through hell,
For the excitement of the fires lapping at our wings.
Skipping though the cinders and the shrieks,
A light breeze blowing our cream silk robes.

The hot sting rings familiar with each lick and whip,
As the fire's tongues whisper sweet nothings.
But we run without breathing,
Smiles reflecting burning earth warm our faces.

Dancing demoralized demons,
Set the tune for a waltz around the ashes.
Mephistopheles is the king of the ball,
But don't dance too close, keep a bible in between.

Lucifer is a handsome man,
To twist the looks of any mortal.
To pull and break the vows of even us,
Until we submerge into our lust.

But now we curve and slip away,
Through the cackling jungles to greater climbs.
And we Angels run through hell,
For the excitement of the fires lapping at our wings.

Mountain Callers

Appleseed casts of misfit conclusions
Take their count and sing their dues.
Confusing melodies of chronic opiates
Call out the maker of velvet shoes.

***

Nobody look to the drummer, our brother
And we will give sweets to all that hear.
Dancing fingers take positions
In one of our many crystal clear.

***

Two choices both shown in the mirror
Too familiar and not enough fruit.
Caterpillar lies are spread on toast
And the continents are in recruit.

***

So watch your back you sarsaparilla shooter,
Because the Polar Bellz are watching now.

Ukraine

In this sea of black and grey,

I stand out like golden frizz.

Only if you catch me smile,

Do I shine my champagne-fizz.

These charcoal, smokey, granit waves,

Are rocking me to slumber now.

This little speck of flaxen frizz,

Finds comfort in the dingey bow.

Your fragile heart and one-track-mind,

Would get crumbled, broken, see?

By my new friend, this Thunderic Ocean,

Who I now love, at ashen sea.

In this sea of black and grey,

I stand out like golden frizz.

Only if you catch me smile,

Do I shine my champagne-fizz.

A stoic gang of hard-edged statues,

Make up my new lovely crew.

I grip on close to obstinate rock,

That has an ancient, worn tattoo.

Survival, the one word on your mind,

In capital letters and grey,

I see your fair-candy center,

You still are who you are today.

In this sea of black and grey,

I stand out like golden frizz.

Only if you catch me smile,

Do I shine my champagne-fizz.

Acorns

Sailing alone through this dark abyss; you're the one thing on my mind.

These stinging stars once burned so clearly but now our tears will make us blind.

Shooting stars are angels from heaven, falling like acorns on blood stained snow.

You felt so real and smelled like forever, I can't believe I'm letting you go.

If loose lips sink ships, then tortured tongues bury cities. 

I swear I'll find your hand through this ruble and I'll never let you go.

Psalms

I've got that tired.
That one that stays in your stomach,
it's liquid metal in your lungs.

I've got that tired.
The kind that you can't shake off
with a 2-dollar-coffee and a pen in your hand.

I've got that tired.
And dammit all
if I'm out of cigarettes.

I've got that tired.
That grind your teeth to powder
and plan it out for Monday.

I've got that tired.
With yesterday's makeup set deep
and no hope for a shoe-shine.

I've got that kill-me-dead, laugh until your bones quake, rub rocks in your eyes, and call upon your Gods for mercy - tired.

And I am strait-set for another long haul.

Thunder Beauty

Children's belly's swollen with rage that their ignorant mouths cannot be held accountable for.
The older trees, the ones with unknown power just sway wherever the winds tell them.
Generations of traditions tangled with red tape from tangos of too many years.

- Where are the Fires? -

Men in black suits at black-tie-affairs sneak affairs with women who have black eyelids.
While wolves in sheep clothing slash necks and everybody is too busy looking at their own reflections.
Drink a little more, sleep a little less. "Everyone's doing it!" That is the lie.

- Where are the Fires? -

We have too much time, but the sands are deceiving. Everyone smile for the cameras.
It sickens me down, but nobody listens. They are too busy looking @ internet FrrIenDzZz.
Just rip my heart out with your too-white-teeth and replace it with something shiny, please.

- Where are the Fires? -

The Thunder Children, we are too few.
With a flame in our hearts and anger in our fists.
We can change this. We really can.

You just have to ask yourself,

- Where are the Fires? -

This is where I would usually end the post, but I am going to add on by quoting lyrics written by Simon & Garfunkel.

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence

Perception

You smiled like I didn't know 

Little did you know I knew it

Draw it up. Curl it back. Pearly whites are gazing 

Blinding but I see right through

Perceptions hazy but the metaphors are blazing

The more you learn the less you know

Stay stupid. Stay green. Leaves change, then die you see? 

So much for standing out. You think that's what it's all about

This circle of life only encircles so much,

 So why wait when you can open that door yourself

Break it down. Shout it out. This is what we're all about

Leave 'em like you left 'em. Dice 'em into sections

Drill that tooth. Steal their truth. Thieve those diamonds. Pull 'em loose

Wrap them up like Mother Goose

Hide it then divide it but don't split that seed inside it

See it but don't buy it 

Only see if you can try it

The Black Giraffe.

Do you notice me when I walk your way?

I walked right by you the other day. 

There you were, like you always are,

Splatted dark against the floor. 

How long have you been there? 

How long will you stay? 

I wonder these things as I pass your way. 

Surely you know you'll be here a while, 

Surly you'll be here longer than I. 

My days are final. 

I know they have number, 

but those numbers give me life. 

What's your life like laying there? 

Are your days final? 

Do they have number? 

Like a friend you greet me everyday, 

but how many others see you this way? 

I doubt they notice or even care,

that a black giraffe is laying right there. 

Right where? Right where?

Here, right here. 

You lay right there and you never move. 

Why don't you move? Why are you here? 

Run away.

Forelsket

I don't think I'll ever adjust

Nothing is how it was before

I look into the mirror and you stare back

But everything is different now

There are these moments...

You stare at me like you always do

Except your face is not the one I know

It's been replaced by a foreign mask 

I'm always so shocked to see it there

Every time I see it, my stomach churns...

In these moments I feel myself falling

And it's not the good kind of falling either

Rather, the painful type that break bones

The crushing type that bursts organs

The heart (of course) being the first one to go... 

I'm not sure why I look at you 

And I'm sure I look like a fool when I do

Your eyes pierce right through me like I'm a ghost 

I don't understand how I'm here but I'm nothing

Like a scribbled pencil mark-- erased then replaced

These are the moments that swallow me whole

I just don't know who's the Villain this time

Hearts built for love now poisoned by hate 

Which one of us is the monster? 

I can't decide, so I cry for us both

"Darkness can only be scattered by light, hatred can only be conquered by love." 

-John Paul II

Magazine Bible

Beautiful cacophonous looks to climb
Killing time with Ancestral bows
Bowls bumbling and turnpike river-stabbing
New diets mean new pillowed bathroom stalls.
They're calling me, caressing me with their in-depth-view of beauty
Beauty... Beauty! Beauty?
No time in relevance of wisdom in your wrinkles.
No one to turn to your divine beauty.
Define beauty-
Flower shop hydrangea or a weed on a dusty road to a small town in western Red Rock
Nobody really cares if you aren't a technicolor dreamer.
Technicolor gleamer.
A save-face cleaner.
Make my dreams creamier.

Sea World

I remember

Still fresh in my mind

The memory more vivid than most

I watched 

Pain dripped from your eyes

The shame still haunts like a ghost.

I remember

You fell from the crowd

Down onto pavement out of the way

I watched 

You stood in your tears

Surrounded by people with nothing to say.

I watched

You looked up and saw me

I watched as they took you away

You watched

I looked back and saw you

You watched as I walked away

Proposal

I am your future love and promise 

I am shining behind the window clear

Pass and pause and prove and please 

Nobody takes me seriously dear

I'm getting dusty; I'm getting cleaned 

You're getting nervous I see

Picking me out and buying cut roses

This was meant to be

I am your new glowing satisfaction 

Just try to talk without a smile

Parade and perform and perfect the passion 

I was worth the dreadful mile

I'm hanging from lips; I'm dangling from lashes 

I feel new on your finger, once bare

Kiss this once and cut all other ties 

I know that we make quite the pair

I am your hollow empty promise

New fights bring a new sense of pain

Plead and persuade and pacify and press

Little ears have nothing to gain

We can't stand the stresses but don't want to be lonely 

We have nothing left to lose

Pick me back up and put me in the right position 

Let us call a lovers truce

I am your familiar loyal companion 

Holding hands never felt so good

Plan and praise and prize and polish

Years together we have stood

Rough patches in life have made us all stronger

Time has made us all the more wise

Now we are all beneath sandstone and rubble 

Too deep to hear anyone's cries