Erik Satie - Away - Monkmus

nihilo

The rules prohibit me from saying what I want
So i will be what i will
exhibited most prominently in the divine
i dare you in
to doing something about it

Even though my will has been blackened, bound.
My spirit Cast out to some tradewind chosen by my executioners
never openly identified


i reverberate with i know
gilded with pheromones of feral spirit
my eyes an aural kaleidoscope that pierces the ears

the queue having been determined
i depart the massacre

musing upon rain
waiting for red pools brighter than the last
Mute: all i know stops you
Why pursue ghosts of what could never be

lamenting you in lyrics~ version 3
foreboding
spread out into shadows
fears of what i want echoed by what you get
sighs held back by blue in my heart

something new and strange
foretells the woman who casts no shadows:

My heart keeps you
and me all i do is dwell on think of you
troubled by what i remember
nothing
rushes out into disturbed horror
speaking to the carnage

welcome to your world opinion
there is no defeat to be found in something i haven't memorized

turned upward from stars
troubled my life it all falls to me
it frightens one insane running
a brainless mad seditious thug
like....(?)

Here enclosed is a form of vengeance
words reach for the projection of my own error of thought

i stay in a weird thinkquest waiting for an intro
away from any disclaimer that might appear
so drag a cigarette
to breathe
to stand
to look
to watch
to see you getting punched in the chest

We pace about the long river flowing to the edge of sky
followed by some type of world that runs softly

in reaching out to the pyre
a study of the human impulse to self nihilation
a vision endless green waiting for blank screen
that glows into safeness



©2009~SophieD

041409

He said he did not want to die alone
as he sat next to me in the coffee house
where people alone in crowds gather
Sitting in groups isolated by the lure of a laptop
and a cup of something trendy.
He sighed as his head fell quietly to my shoulder
bringing back an old memory from my youth
when on a crowded bus passing a bad part of town
the boy next to me fell asleep
and his head fell on my shoulder the same way.
An older woman took pity on my paralyzing confusion
opening the window she laughed and said:
He's nodded off baby. He's high...high....high
I was stupid then. (Not to say I'm not now.)
But something was different this time around
I looked and felt him moving dense into the curve of my shoulder without a pulse.
No breath. No life. And I knew he was dead
for his soul moved through my body as he passed.
I sat there for a moment wondering why.
Then, for some reason I cannot really explain,
for this person was a stranger. No face. No name.
As all the other no ones annoyed by the interruption stared
I cried. inconsolable, i cried.

©2009~SophieD

09-11-01

How can i speak of love
When everything disintegrates over time
As this facade of purity melts away

and leaves only reality

I wanted to tell you like
I
wanted to tell you without regret
you were my truth absolute

Something better waits somewhere left behind
for you
One way or another impends for me
Tis true

how your brilliance shined
Knowing I loved you
innocence fades away
faith shatters

How often I have cried at you that I loved the only you I loved
Believing
When everything was over we could walk away

somewhere

Even as the illusion of time decays
You say that I can never leave
Would it be good enough for
You

amor

you are a different breed.


~SophieD 2008

the moon festival

dead branches of the past
wanting and regret
Pass all
Bound by the curse of human

Many years long past long flow through your ties that tether
I liked your transformation . that myth of resurrection
ceasing in the struggle
to that control.

the wondering soul

Still, there The moon festival came
long past flowing through your veins
Many years the pores of self
created reminisance your skewed memory
I thought broke the surface of your scattered leaves
Moments filling the obstacles that mark one's life

Lies Lie at the end

I thought
there are brilliant times ahead
watch as they crack the membrane of your mind
without a forgiveness for
Those barren branches of the past
strewn amongst the consciousness of one neglectful soul

Silent Still

As the Moon leaving the festival
made her final descent

©2008~SophieD