Monday, February 21, 2011

An Air Away

An ocean within a sea speaks to a soul in silence
About a past that can’t die but withers each day
A music that plays on like treason in Macbeth
Arise in agony and scatter yourself

Pointless masquerades in painted stillness
Like another brain sculpted on a walnut
Appoint a lazy shame to withdraw the spirit
When the moments have outlasted themselves

My arms are open for the unrivalled
Blessed be my body for this pain
Gnawing deep within my memory it lies
And I swallow it every now and then

Let my path be unscathed by servitude
Let my ideals be unknown to God
Under my skin lives a wreck
Slaying my spite, taming my fate

Copyright BluEJoKe (2011)