So much clearer

Deep in the depths of history, and the things you will never see.
Heads held high.
Sweetness following the fall.
Burying the ill-gotten hand me down partial bothers.
Wrapped in tear soaked parcels and mislabelled.
Wait for the recognition to subside.
Breath, and live the new with wonder.
Crack the salt that built up in your eyes.
Those passer-by’s.
Cut the honey from you lips.
Turn down the voices that always lied.
(Nothing free is gold)
Save a little magic for the one who always smiled.
Lemonade and teddy bear parades.
The look of a child at a sight never seen.
Believe in the obscene.
The truth never told that we can all be free.
Strung up in a new history.
Bottling this hope for the future.

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Fables of a beautiful weakness

Tell this story tonight, worn on this face.
Tantric and telling like the birds in flight.
Showing much more than flesh and bone.
Keep it safe, snug in your pocket like a pebble.
Dipped in the gold that is spun from your eyes.
Hold tight.
On to me and all that we have to carry.
Refugees of a dark place we once called home.
Our fabled postcard from the other side.
Slipping down the side of the couch of life.
Forgotten if never mentioned by anyone but ourselves.
Take my hand and dance through the flames.
Kiss me and let us bathe in the rains.
Alive with the magic running in our veins.

Accident of grand design

I ran from the moment, away from the all the pain.
Up into the hills.
Far from you now, though I see you from up here. Up into the rains and breath of the mountain.
I stand on the edge and look up. The black rain falls on my face.
I swallow the sky and spit out the stars.
Raining them down upon you.
I stay here far too long, I no longer know who you are.
Memories hang off me like vines in the amazon. The animals of self-loathing crawl in these branches.
Tears fall that weld me to the stone. Moss begins to grow over my flesh.
I could not keep the promise I made.
A funeral procession trundles up the path below.
Laying rest to a soul who knew nothing but how to leave.
Their final exit, left all with destruction behind as they now carry his bones skyward.
I watch and listen to their dirges. Only I am to blame.
God help him.
God help me as I learn to say goodbye.

Rapture

Tell each tear on my face to go. Never again will I walk alone.
The vacancy in my skull banished, cast out like leapers of ego.
I was toxified and vilified. I was handled in small doses.
Never allowed to bloom, or creep like the wisteria across those hearts.
The gloom and darkness were fed to me. Swallow it down where it would lay hard and heavy within my bones.
Faith was never questioned by me, though others tore it apart.
I knew, looking into those eyes of brown and almond; bliss, it was my awakening.
Moving with delicate sugar powder steps towards knowing. Towards seeing.
Tasting the miracle on my tongue. Sucking it further till honey dripped into my soul.
Miracle making, tasting and refreshing like the rain flooding your eyes shut.
Washing away my January grey.
I am weightless.
Take me now, to the place that you live.
That city eternal. A chorus of worship in my skin.
I need that air so desperately.
Cast under by your thaumaturgy and wonder. I’m paralysed.
Yet my heart is revived by you. By love.