Sunday, December 14, 2014

helios

what you say, what you know, and what you wont let go
all ring differently in ears that have been promised the world.
babe, grasp my veins like the kite strings that taught you how to fly.
because one by one, they've been cut away by the inured lifestyle we hopelessly call existence.
because one by one, the chords snap and they bleed.
and they bleed.
and they bleed.


too often do I enshroud myself with the words of disdain.
because I am just an attitude, and characterization ceases to feel,  instead shredding the fallowed mind.
and solitude only comes when the strings wrap themselves to the broken pieces littering the pavement.
because one by one, the words provide dissonance.
because one by one, the kite falls.


because two years ago,
when the bells rang, the words couldn't fight the cold.
because thirteen months ago,
when the phone rang, the words were too far gone.
because eighteen weeks ago,
when my ears rang, the words were replaced by silence.
because ninety days ago,
when the door was left ajar, the words caught the kite.


helios is incarcerated by thousands of well wished prayers,
for no escape befalls the God of man.
for in his image he created discontent.
and with discontent came the words that bite even the surest patrons.
because one by one, fear builds the sepulcher at His feet.


so take me away from this.
fly me to the furthest reaches of your cognition.
atmospheric rock only does so much in creating the sensation of flight.
and somewhere the well wished prayers crash-land.
and somewhere the sky closes, leaving only grey behind.

but I am just an attitude, and kites were never meant to fly on days without wind.










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