The wings they grow slow!

The wings they grow slow!

4 February 2016

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We build selves

Tall and proud oft held

A banner

Prejudice

Crime against what we ignore

We pick of known shelves

 

Magmatic

A sea of faces

Unending

We shun them

Our minds little spam agents

Breaking wheat from wheat

 

The hard looks

They tell us nothing

What is there

Is unseen

You can only see with heart

Placid meet and greet

 

We choose swift

The cut relentless

Faces gone

Slow depart

Our memories small suitcases

The rest a blank slate

 

Indifference

Invading spaces

Paper thin

Like my heart

On a stark moonless evening

Playing with the dark

 

I too cut

Oft into myself

Bleak and deep

As it seeps

Separating me from me

I bleed out the self

 

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You watch sad

There are rivers lit

By fireflies

In your soul

Where we could stitch some small parts

Save the wilderness

 

I cut slow

The task gory bleak

We melt fast

Like candy

Mouth place of prayer and sin

One of our bridges

 

I smell you

It fills my nostrils

Deep incense

Announcing

Your presence every evening

A mantle of joy

 

Like in dream

Floating high above

You beckon

To the stars

We are not what we may seem

Uneven our scars

 

We compare

Our bodies a map

Onlookers

Fascinate

They hail they revere they clap

Mutilated shells

 

We dilate

Cracked open we squirm

Tender worm

Readied harsh

It takes some light years to fly

The wings they grow slow!

 

Reading of the poem: 

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All you never say – Birdy

Shelter – Birdy

Wings – Birdy (Winter’s Tale)

A day will soon come (Translation of Il viendra le jour)

A day will soon come

August 30, 2015

(Original french version here – Il viendra le jour )

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A distant call rings

Black echoes from beyond grave

Bring me back your blood

.

Served bloody sausage

Of our dead future

Oh what rotten fruit

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Indigested dish

Brings back weary memories

From depths I had slain

.

It I had reviled

Tasted it in weightlessness

Stealthily, hidden

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Heavy, disgusting

Sour-bitter of a dead past

An acid reflux

.

Vomit your offal

Finally free my stomach

To digest other

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I would tear my skin

If it were to bear your stench

Make it new banner

.

I will clamour loud

The withering of my sighs

Satirised in vain

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To live and then die

Of nature to wound myself

That in me slithers

.

A life extinguished

I collected the ashes

And made a new shroud

.

To die and then live

Did I have to use the if/saw (play on si – scie in the French version i.e. the if or the saw)

To cut everything

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A day will soon come

Where a beautiful bright void

Will cleanse my stomach

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