You say too much but not at all
the silence here is thicker than walls
it could keep a house so warm inside
wordless evenings damning rhymes
everything you never say
speak about our lives decay
nothing ever gets to good
the words don’t know what they’re worth
standing in the silent rain
watching this house build and fade
keeps you warm and rather dry
when the roof leaks the tears are mine
pouring words flooding rhymes
you say too much but not at all
the walls you built are rather nice
though the floor is soaking through
words like rain come seeping mute
sleeping without holding hands
these walls are still so rather grand
And if we go together
will I know you stayed
for reasons I’d remember
if I lost my brain
cannot forget forever
when memories are lies
if I wake up tomorrow
it’ll all be alright
for you would know my name
if I’d forgotten mine
and I would know your face
even without my eyes
and if we go together
I will know you stayed
even if the moments
decide to go away
because even with my
we are one in the same.
Lost without you
sitting in the muddled sound
waiting for another go around
the spark of life
the feeling profound.
Lost without the weight of you
buried by the absent presence
my heart answers your souls question.
we are not complicated
if you see just how we taste it
crazy is an art form we perfect.
Call it all misogyny
but I’ve been down there
on my knees
the thing is
I’ve come back up.
I’ve learned from the men you see
it really is about honesty
though all the rest of you
have ruined it.
The cool girls not a fantasy
just don’t lie
to get his D
if anal and threesomes
aren’t your thing.
Like shit just be a little genuine
don’t lie when he’s not giving it
that you don’t like it
we are quite complicated
lie to get the men we grow to hate
then you cheat to pacify
He looks into eyes, fears the darkness,
sees the armored woman brandishing blade
worn and surrounded by light
he kills the shadows
he’s down on knees
He calls her by name, he follows her to battle,
he names her Freya speaking soft.
Chains of love and merciless abuse, his Goddess flees,
but he pursues.
The madness in her eyes only needs the light
he brings the fire, burns her raw
flesh exposed he screams her name,
calling her Freya.
Shielded Goddess carrying bloodied blade
sits in flames as he slays her darkness
the madness building
all she needed was a sheath
but the darkness has been slain
and the Goddess lays dormant once again.
He stands at her ashes waiting for a phoenix
what rises next he proclaims a demon.
A raven woman dressed in madness
crazed from the fire consumed by her ashes.
He looks into eyes and sees his Goddess
fear in his heart he does not understand
as the woman rises talons for hands.
Stripped of her armor, stripped of his light
she rises from ashes in lightless night
glory is her who stands on her own
but as she is watching Odin is calling her home
thought himself a God Muninn will say
thought himself deserving, until he felt betrayed
he thought that he could see, but feared the absence of day
said that I was Goddess, but even then asked me to stay.
16 September 2014