Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Straight To Hell

This is not the day 
you say 
for jumping off 
the beam 
tallest building bound 
to leave us 
breathless 
and without a cape 
or crown 
nothing special 
will come of it 
wrapped neatly 
in superstition 
and faith
the new testament 
blows dust
while the old told 
a much better tale 
kept the mind engaged 
fire and brimstone 
set the stage
clearing the path 
straight to Hell 
my Dearest Aunti would yell 
...straight to Hell in a hand basket...
or 6 feet under 
in a cool casket
time to steal the thunder
words of wisdom 
won't come cheap  
from the devil
falling peacefully
into endless sleep... 

© 2013 Trilby



Friday, June 7, 2013

I Dream Of You

I dream of you...(softly)
I dream of you...(tearfully)
dream of you...(whisper)
I dream about you...(loudly)
I dream about you...(tearfully)
I scream for you...(scream)
I SCREAM...(anger)
SCREAM to the heavens...(pissed off)
CLENCHED FISTS to the heavens...(without fear)
I SCREAM FOR YOU...(hysterically)
I SCREAM FOR ANSWERS...(pleading)
I scream without reply...(reluctantly)
I cry for you, weep uncontrollably for you...(sorrowfully)
I ache, my heart aches...(painfully)
I curse the heavens...(sparks fly)
I curse the angels, god, day, night...(fuck)
I curse the existence of this life...(fuck)
I fall to my knees and beg for you...(pleading)
I beg without ego or pride...(alone)
I beg for you...(relentlessly)
I linger...(hopefully)
I linger with one foot in the past...(mournfully)
I linger with peace in my heart in the past...(joyfully)
I hang on the edges with one foot in the present...(letting go)
I hang on the edges...one foot in the present...(surrendering)

I dream of you...love(softly)
I dream of you...love(tearfully)
dream of you...love(whisper)

I ask...for you...I reach for you...i reach



© 2013 Trilby


Fear

Child of the night 
sweet innocent 
of delight
with your heart 
worn out 
and faded 
chambray shirt 
torn at the sleeve 
you can't 
bring yourself 
to question the blur 
that follows you around 
shadowing 
every secret kept 
when the time comes 
you glide with ease
across the floor 
feet not touching 
the ground 
slight trace 
of ambivalence 
as the hook of life 
hands from the past 
misguide you 
gently through
a free fall 
silver parachute  
never fails
stray buttons 
held tight
for safe keeping
and you smile 
nothing lost
nothing gained
while the fat lady sings 
all those tunes 
out of sync
time lapse
flip book
skipping a note 
here and there 
what matters
if you can't follow 
the beat
your path 
or mine 
take it to the left 
when all else implodes
sky rockets shatter
star light beams
to points unknown
the devil flies 
in the face 
of who's who 
and truth behold
a suitable playmate 
soothsayers 
can't hold a candle 
in the wind 
without a cautionary tale 
and I fear for the worst...

Fear ~


1 - the emotion experienced in the presence or threat of danger fear
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© 2013 Trilby