The Act of Flight

The bedlam when the belfry cries,
White hoods, angst exposes lies,
Go ahead, partake in it, justify,
shift the balance with a log in your eye.
 
Vitality being forced by strings of proceedings,
Fragments of memories force us into believing,
Like a bush trying to wither in the sun,
There are lapses in memory, in your vision.
 
Our chests are filled with sea,
paradigm of lies weaving so intricately,
forging a pattern of chrominance so urgent,
what happened the last time we accepted fruit from serpent?
 
tethered to the berm of the cliff,
in our vertical memory I see rifts,
exposing sadness as we are nailed,
close to the wind, where we once sailed.
 
 
 
                                                                                            -all that.
 

Spending all this time with you, it's making me sick,
but I know that even if I say it out loud I won't be able to quit,
Your love is spectral, and your eyes speak a synthetic tongue,
and your way of not repeating after me is able to choke my lungs.
 
I am tired of approaching you with the same question everyday,
if this insulation continues to integrate,
soon our relationship will cleave,
and I think it's about time you asked me to leave.
 
So, I'll let the corona discharge sweep away,
the texts of our love songs to my dismay,
and send our galaxies of hopes and promises made one to one,
crashing into an epic supernovae of a million suns.
 
And you left me with my heart quite burning into ashes,
I'll take it as evidence on fire for my beliefs against second chances,
I have so much to say, but I'll bite my tongue until it bleeds,
I never was a man of many words, specially when they were in need.
 
You're gone leaving my heart in my mouth with a very new terror,
I miss the sound of all your voices with a new-found frevour,
the ringing of the moonlit beach won't suffice,
and the radiance of the sprinkling leaves won't provide.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I miss when everything was ours except you were mine and I was yours.
 
 
                                                                                                                          -kaythanksbye
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Sometimes, when life is good, you wonder, may life never change and may life never change us.

A pirate's life me, yo ho,
we'll sail into the orange sun, here we go,
to the port side, let me hear the cannon's roar,
let's make their bodies dance ashore.
 
We take what we want, this is our life,
but we take yours too with the cutlass knife,
save the captain, kill everyone, WE ARE BACK
to the sharks, we make him walk the plank .
 
Set the sail to quarter-mast and jump the ship to theirs,
We sail towards a constant north as altruism lays bare.
printed in the night sky and below here in the sea,
etched into every vessel disgraced, it is a pirate's life for me.
 
 
They know of us, the seven seas with every word true,
we are gaining with nothing to lose,
We look into the eye of the storm,
shipwrecking and sabotaging because we're never on our way home.
 
I smell gunpowder and blood, is this really it?
rar, shoot to kill, their throats we slit,
they took our ship, but it's always a pirate's life for me,
forever and for always, there be pirate's among these seas.
 
 
 
                                                                     -Altairboy