Buttercup

bright light
you’re piercing me blind
with your eyes
.
it was silent
all that’s behind
all my tries
.
all that you hold up
all that you hold up
all that you hold up
it’s Buttercup
it’s Buttercup
.
white light
you’re piercing me deaf
with your lies
.
it was violent
all that’s behind
all my ties
.
all that you hold up
all that you hold up
all that you hold up
it’s Buttercup
it’s Buttercup
Buttercup
.
bright light
makin’ me shine
in your eyes
.
it’s so quiet
and under lies
butterflies
.
all that you hold up
all that you hold up
all that you hold up
it’s Buttercup
it’s Buttercup
Buttercup
.
.
.
.

Copyright L.M. 2010.  (Composed while listening to “Don’t Come Down” by The Jesus and Mary Chain.).

Out-of-Body Experience, or Just a Dream?

Maybe my newfound psychologist friends will understand this better than me, but I seem to often have what I can only describe as out-of-body experiences.  Continue reading

Where The Poison Is

eyes granted second glance
slipping down
with lucky seven chance
thrown to the ground
they let you run amok
and pulled you in
then they made you talk
and confess every sin

you’re where the poison is
pouring down, down
you’re where the poison is
drip, drip, drip, dripping down

I hear you scream aloud
never again
say it one more time
so I can learn again
and on the second try
famine from feast
so when you give it up
you’ll have eaten at least

you’re where the poison is
pouring down, down
you’re where the poison is
drip, drip, drip, dripping down

       

       

Copyright L.M. 2008.  (written May 13th, 2008.).

XY

in a scorched red building
on the thirteenth floor
see the ten candles sliced
watch as they drop down more
out the window a new hill
wasn’t there the day before
(wasn’t there the day before)
after pilots set their gaze
through the blackened night
death-grip on a promise
eyes frozen on site
out the window another pile
tell me now are you still right?
(are you still right?)
charging for the gates
tens of thousands of men
taste of fire and blood
drop to the hills again
all the faces blinded
bit by the dogs that guide them
seeth at the dogs that bind them
throw the flowers to the soil
they’ll never grow
see the luna moths congregate
decimate
affiliate
then burn in the flames
simple ones to tame
belly-up in the lake
no weapon but the knife in his back
belly-up in the river
blue with the cold shiver
slivers of his spine
scattered along the shore
with pieces of his “holy” mind
and the sacred child
it’s all just rust and coal
you can see the cursed depth
of everything that won’t be left
rust and coal
stop beside the road
see the black plumes rise
sever the cloudless skies
and mark the stones with peaceful lies
sending them back
to the arms
of America

Copyright L.M. 2008.  (written May 10th, 2008.).

Grenadine

you’ve seen it all before
from different lenses
and you’ve given up on love
one more time
can you see the pile of tinder
rising
can you feel the fire
at your feet

looking up, you
never fear the fall

lift your eyes back to the ground
beyond your stride
feel the pulse push deep inside
deep inside
can you jump the river
to the sea
can you carve the path that leads
back to me

looking up, you
don’t feel at all

coloured shades of greens
tearing at the seams
will it pull you apart again
grenadine

can you jump the buildings
to the hills
will you ever tire
of all the pills

coloured shades of greens
sweeter than it seems
will it pull you apart again
grenadine

coloured shades of greens
tearing at the seams
will it pull you apart love
grenadine

        

         

Copyright L.M. 2008.  (written April 7th, 2008.  sucky, I know.  haha.).

Black and Bright

it’s not too late
got lots of time
new lines stemming from my eyes
white on black and black on white
everything’s gray
everything’s gray
tonight

leave it alone
leave it alone
leave it alone

I start again
a brand new day this time
singing words of peace and joy
I’ll start again
open your eyes
open your eyes

leave it alone
leave it alone

I put it off
but I cannot dance tonight
I’ll sing of love
even if it isn’t right
I’ll put it off
lacing up my shoes
this isn’t like you
this is not like you
this is not like you
this isn’t you

black and bright this time
black and white this time
black and right this time
black and white is fine
black and white

black and right this time
black and white is mine
black and white mind
black and light
black is right
black is mine
blackened mind
black as night
black and bright makes
black and white and
black and white makes
everything gray

everything’s gray
everything’s gray

    

       

Lyrics Copyright L.M. 2008; Music Copyright M.K. & L.M. 2008.  Finished: February 2nd, 2008.

Slate Grays

my hands are dry and rough from working
my eyes are small and used to squinting
my stature average, verging on petite
I have thin skin and veiny feet
my complexion’s poor, my tone is pale
genes say my bones will be quite frail
I have no nails as they are weak
my voice is too high when I speak
my mother thinks my hair’s too long
I think all compliments are wrong
I’m a sceptic, sometimes too much so
though I try to be fair to friend and foe
my opinions strong, my manner shy
in public you’ll never see me cry
in private I keep emotions tame
my anxiety has that cause to blame
I hate to shop, but buy a lot
no place could ever be too hot
I dislike snow, I dislike cold
I’m terrified of getting old
I have good friends who understand
I’m always later than I plan
I’m sensitive, and feel more pain
than I let off, or care to explain
I never intentionally drink alcohol
and for this, flunk social protocol
I dislike freckles, and have a bunch
I bend, I slouch, I slump, I hunch
I get depressed but never treat
I just stay up late and never eat
somehow, I’ve seemed to manage this wreck
to keep my addictive tendency in check
though these faults I easily admit
I’d like to think there’s some good to it
I’ll never regret the time departed
for when I love, I love whole-hearted

    

      

Copyright L.M. 2008.

Movement (October 2006)

cornered
secretive journeys of unknown eyes
follow helplessly through firm air
the new shield
meant only for she who is immortal
sacred
and pure
sets sail for a heart of oblivion
chartering courses yet to be taught
a childless excursion
seeping into a well-known chasm
and yet
boredom worries few
tethering sinew stretched taut
jumbled words of wisdom sought
their carabine stalking guilt to err
and you

Copyright L.M. 2006.

A Word of Grace (December 2006)

it’s in her style
paths of words streaming
seeming
beaming
their peace upon us all
as we sing out delight
at the voice in our heads
perhaps mouthed in pain
or wreathing
or the simple hurt of breathing
barely there and yet
a final stanza’s set
forgiving all we weren’t

unopened in the eyes of many
sitting all alone
in waiting and impatience
wondering at such
use of passive tense
for not all eyes can see
splendid verbose beauty
but sit here we

gliding fingers highlight text
whose passion rises ours
left only to second-guess
whose life personified
yours or his
hers or mine
ignorant of time
and so it settles
her adorning mind

    

    

Copyright L.M. 2006.

(My sister had a different interpretation for this poem when she read it; she thought it was about the Virgin Mary….. have another read and you might see why she, and I now too, can glean that meaning from it…..)