A Spoken Thought

Spoken thought
Dylan Paul

I feel my heart breaking
I barely can survive
Fallacies turn to monotony
And I strive to stay alive.

I want to end this sorrow
But I can’t make out ahead
The dreams and mountains climbed
I almost feel like thread-

As it flows through the needle of some machine
Winding and weaving and clean, soak, preen.
Making perfection where there is only sorrow
Is like living a lie or putting life till tomorrow.

I try sometimes for glory
I’d like to find some gold
Or listen to the drunken man
Tell me stories of old.

I wish I had a soften cheek
To press against mine
The skin to touch
The soul to steal
And just a little more time.

Life’s like clockwork working against me
I’m wanting to be victorious but still I can hardly see.

Human

Unbind these chains!
this job that I hate
these people who are quick to speculate.

Ropes wrapping rough
beginning to snap and recoil like bungee chords.
We're at war!

Unwrapping once more
becoming a visible sapien form again
to greet the end.

too late
as I become free
and start to resemble...

Human

Departure

Now the clouds waste away into evenings decent
the reality begins to set in on a day passed.
Life in its evanescence has fortified truth
and what was come was once and ever will be a blast.

We encountered life in moments of glory
we went down a hill in a trash can
you my friend have given gift to this story
and finally written the final chapter and "The End."

Leaving for home becomes like the fall of rome
a ship in a glass bottle on the new regimes desk.
The wind starts blowing on my open window sill
and verse comes freely in whatever relevance.

I see now your vessel pull away from the curb
exhaust is what's left of your legacy
challenging the minotaur in the maze of forever
and I should be glad that you come out triumphant.

Leaving is still leaving and I'll miss you like I do
Niagara free-flowing from my pools of hope and joy
through child's eyes I see you and I idolize the day
so leaves the best friend of a boy.

Linda

Down the alley, a tabby cat
Stood painted in her tuxedo black
And purred for me to come and see
her eyes speaking peaceful tranquility.

She warmed the souls of mortal men
till down the alley they'd look back when
They’d see a tabby dressed in tuxedo black-
Eyes fluorescent gleaming back-

Night shadows absorbing her plight
Willing man and beast to fight for what’s right
And live for kitties, to at least fight the good fight
As she walks comfortably set into the night.

I’ve seen the streets and also the world
And know the spikes and pains of life
But never till now have I known
Who so loved the world as our kitty-girl?

Lubov Anguelova

Love, my angel. There is none like you-
Sweet symphonies played all night long,
the night I held onto you.

Lubov, angel of my hearts only desire-
I stink of love for you,
as if my soul was on fire.

Love of all loves whom I cherish with my life-
I can taste you on my lips,
Sharp as the cutting edge of a knife.

Lubov, on your soapbox with your crown and flowers-
I can see now,
You’re the woman of the hour-

And into the weeks and years that will pass-
I'm lucky for holding you last night,
a feeling that will always last.

Suicide Song (I read the bible today)

I read the bible today.
Jesus said to look the other way
And so I did and saw the day-
Falling as I hit the floor.

I swore every man was equal under god
But then I read John
Who told me I was not-
If my savior was not Jesus Christ.

I swore my sins to pass away
But they seem to fall on god’s deaf ears
Passover night I was washed away
By living with Passover wine.

I swore today to kill myself-
But I didn’t have the courage.
Knife in hand, the world, my foe-
But Jesus said to look the other way.

Lubov

From beginning to middle to end, my dear
love is like an island in the carabean.
Away from troubles and debt to pay
and clearly taken care of each day
but without the subtleties of stress.

When you're with me, forget all those,
you're lost at sea and barely clothed-
proverbially naked so all can see
who you are so they can love you
for who you be.

There's nothing to hide amongst our love
because I'm not looking for someone strong
I am the island, I'm not looking at all
my shores await you for your sleep.

So you might have a chance to weep
so you might have the chance to be free.
When you're with me, I'm your getaway
and I judge nothing 'cept you're made out of clay

like Adam and Eve, we have our garden today
and nothing can go wrong unless you might say
"I have to..."

When you're around me you have nothing to give
the only thing I ask is that you live.