Ashes to Ashes... Dust to Dust!

Have you ever tasted ashes?

Ashes in your mouth!

Have you ever tasted dust?

Groveling in your own tears!

From the ashes she rose…

Each time like a Sphinx!

And each time they pulled her down…

And they promised her the magical land…

As the demons raped her soul each time!

And they promised her the golden bird…

As they left her alone to play with their Angels…

One more step and she would reach…

And on and on she walked…

And she never stopped walking!

‘I have no time’, he said,

As he turned to play with another

‘Let it go’, she told herself each time

And they promised her the throne of Queen…

As her dress wore ruins and her hair wore moth!

She walked on tired,

Tired of all their lies,

And she wondered why she even asked…

While all she was meant to be was…

Ashes to Ashes… Dust to Dust!

And so she sat there near the pond…

Away from all their promises…

Slowly growing tired to death…

Fading into her own Ashes and Dust!

And then there were none!

She strummed pausing chords on the guitar,

A cigarette dangling on her lips loosely,

The room lay dimly lit in silence,

Smoke bellowing above the old couch.

She poured herself another drink,

Counts of lost lovers gone in each sip,

Her fingers lightly touching the wounds again,

She looks to the glass ceiling on to the stars.

Brightly lit candles give her company,

She sits after a sold out night,

Looking dazzling in her indifference,

In an empty room of scotch and cigarettes.

Laughter of innumerable voices,

Now lost to the grieving room,

Soul sold off to the highest bidder,

An artist’s voice now on hire.

First went the music…

Then it was the lovers…

And then the dazzle…

And then there was None!

Change the Song

He touched her arms lightly,

Tunes filling the cold breeze,

Glow of the world beneath,

Shining into stars in a mob.

Time eluding everyone,

Notes of eras meshed in,

Waves of nostalgia,

Engulfing with a touch.

Bass in a different line…

Snowing in the summer…

Fireworks of memories…

Deserted in strands of life.

Echoes of lust in the air…

Webbed lines of sanity…

Nights caught in wasps…

Broken vows of insanity.

They tell you about the end,

They like to think of dreams,

They tell you of belief in Magic,

They tell you to change the Song.

Folsom Blues

The more I stayed the same…

The more things around me changed…

Hues of different eras meshed in…

Lost in a haze of Psychedelic…

Running into the unending nothing…

Running between walls of my own make,

Running without a thought in my head…

Running away from Pandora…

Pandora pulls me closer…

Gravity killing me inside…

Light within breaking out…

Echoes of my laughter…

Six feet under my virtues…

Six feet under my memories…

Six feet under my smiles…

Six feet under my blues…

The lies we tell

He threw the glass at the wall…

Tears falling slowly down her eyes,

I held on to the couch.

He holds her by the wrist…

Pulling her down from the bed,

I clutch tighter.

He drags her to the ground…

Her hands looking for mine,

I don’t shed a tear.

He pulls her by the feet to the door…

Lines of abyss running down her face…

Screams of silence in my ears…

I let go.

Running towards her now…

I tell her I am happy…

I tell her they made me…

But I unmade myself tonight.

Some memories never die,

Pandora keeps them alive for me,

And everything else is just,

The lies we tell…

The lies we tell them…

The lies we tell ourselves…

The Broken Wall

Drops of the whisky hung in air…

Falling slowly on my fingers,

Moving to a rhythm of chaos,

Moist of the night kissing my wrist…

My hands clenched the metal,

My fingers held against the glass,

The dress slipping off of me…

Moist of the night creeping inside me…

I swerved to the right…

A screech breaking the silence…

The slow moment crashed into,

I could see the wall now…

Rush of the windscreen through skin

Headlights shining on…

It’ll be over soon

He held me still by the arms…

Running his hands through my hair…

Bringing them down to my lips…

A tear crawling to his fingers…

His body pushing me farther behind,

His lips on my neck,

I tried to scream,

I knew he couldn’t hear me now.

Tearing my innocence,

With his bare hands and skin,

He looked at me for a moment,

He held me close, so still.

Lost in his trance state,

He forced himself on me,

The curtains flying to the breeze,

Red covered my wounds.

I stopped trying to run away…

I moved to scars as I held him…

I heard him smile…

‘Don’t rape me’, another tear fell…

He had whispered to me then,

‘It’ll be over soon’

It isn’t… It never will be…