Troubles stir up, weeds strangle my opened brain

Roaming my veins and senses

I wear the memories

Mind collapsed

Kill the fucker

Cocaine!

INSANE!

Fingers

Mind bent

Lingers

Time spent

Triggers

Sinners

Went

Maze

For days

Grudge

Anything

Sluggish nudge

To be hugged

And loved

By drugs and street thugs

Alley tugs

Her spirit

Can you hear it

Screaming

Come to me

Come to me

Come to me!

Come to me

NOOOOOO!!!!!!!

GET THE F*** OUT MY BRAIN!!!!!
Cocaine

You touch me in places

Foreign to lingering lust

Where blood flows heavy

And veins pump deeper than an oceans rush

You take me over mountains

You make waters flow from some of the driest, emptiest of fountains

Hidden in a dream

You gave me babies to love me and called them queens

You sunk me into life

Long before I became your wife

You pumped love into my veins

And quoted scripture to repair my broken brain

What a tedious job picking locks and whispering through rusted chains

With nothing to gain

You

Loved

Me

You

Loved me

To

Life

Perizzites lay babies in my brain

Forcing poetic germs from these mythological veins

I write and put my random thoughts in mind carved frames

And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game

My passion has no mercy

It has no senseless shame

I’m sworn to secrecy

I have no poetic gain

And if I don’t write

I fear my brain will not regain

Tryna’ master the art of

Poetry.
Memory.
Listen.
Retain.

I am desperate to repeat what my mind has heard

I hide and take refuge from behind these poetic words

I savoir every image

I don’t want to waste it

Running from the anti-Christ

Because I know he will hate it

Using this poetry to sooth my poetic nerves

But the truth is I’m lost without these prophetic verbs

Words!

I write until my fingers bleed

Making verb babies to add to this poetic breed

And my garden is where I plant these poetic seeds 

For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read

 

So I scribe and plant poetic seeds

I’m addicted to these words

This is my pathetic need

Light lily’s breeze through his building

Turning his mouth cotton candy

Was a moon to me that exhaled my essence?

With laughter

From embarrassment

Or

From an hour glass

Timeless image

Faded photograph

That blew butterflies thru my frame

And sat me on pipes thrusting pulsed between my brains

Not even the roughest twister

Can tame

His hurricane

That paints

A picture

Of Her

My tear drops become a puddle

A puddle becomes a river

A river becomes an ocean

An ocean becomes emotion

Until I am at the bottom of the sea
***

 Quietly
***

 Speaking to the spirits

While crying

Crocodile Tears

She was the tear drop that birthed from my eye

That made my smile feel like fire

And cheek bones bloody from desires twisted wire

Cutting beneath how long its been

Purposely planting weeds

That grows vines underneath my skin

She was the crooked laughter

After the last chapter

That made water into rain

And made the journey feel like the deserts terrain

She was the tear drop in my eye

That made winter hot

And summer too cold

She was a tormented thought

Of being 20 years to old

She was the means to two ends

Shrouding knots for a dying amend

She was the ghost in my curve filled eyes

Who should live if I should die?

She was the teardrop inside my crooked laughter

I absolutely love this love story we wrote, it’s so beautiful, to have searched for 2,000 years for a lover, a vampires love is eternal

 

 

 

This third duet was done with a sort of Word Smith http://seanbidd.com/2013/03/26/beyond-the-dry-grass/

I have loved you for over two thousand years

If I could find you in a million faces

Your place

A speak-easy

They’re a million faces of you

I can smell only traces of you

Residue and relics lost

I’m caught between worlds searching to find silk just as soft

Behold the tares of 18^th Century gods

Held in high regard

Amongst our tethered Frey

Searching for the most qualified rhetorician

To convince the gods of something tangible today

Once again

Here

Caught

Caught in our slow dance

Oh I love that way

The way your words

They climb through the seasons

And give them meaning

Till here we are

With the wild sea roses

As they rise up, upon each wave of sand

Can you tell me, the direction we’re headed

Spirit, lover, soul mate

We are headed towards ripples of sand storms

Slaying beast that come between our worlds that were torn

Through old lovers and street huggers

We are headed towards cowboys and Indians

And will move rummage any kin to them

We are headed towards Transylvania

Where we were first bitten

Socrates, Plato and Aristotle will gather the town hall

They will convince them all of why we should be together

We are headed towards Jack the Ripper, Shakespeare and Vladimir

Mozart, Beethoven and acapellas with compose a song for us

You must purchase for me a Mona Lisa or a Moana

For when the gods brings us together

It seems like centuries till the day

And not even I will tire of this search

This unquenchable thirst

So I search this bruised place leaving not one crevice untraced

I time travel

Skimming the surface

Searching

For

You

Whisper it loud into the storm’s wild wind

Let the gods give Romeo and Juliet their chance to start all over again

To take us flying above with your songs

Were each atmosphere

Sweats thick with your thoughts

If I could find you in a million faces

Your place

A speak-easy

They’re a million faces of you

I have loved you for over two thousand years

And the gods have denied our request

And now

We roam this bruised place

Obsessed

Chasing

Only traces

Of you

And so

We time travel

Dark skies encompass my heart

Because for a brief moment we were just centimeters apart

And she held on tightly to my gentle parts

That float

In limbo

Somewhere eon’s out in the hemisphere

I want her gone

The sickening truth is

She is part of my scares

And she will always live here