Tuesday Night Post # 2-23

Distant Strangers,

  Find it simple to let it pass through you.  Like a chill that you can't control but feels free and pleasurable.  Wild is a thought a irreplaceable fear of morning light.  What do I search for?  An empty space to stay.  That thought that reminds you what you once understood is actual something you never could. 

-DBL

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 She Died Cold, I lived  Seeing Her Mold

(Stories of the Two)

A rising step from heel to toe

Keep this thought close around ample room

Deep in a place a light sequesters a hope to grow

Back when you found it hard to say

Everyone has their way to not to show

Now I get the hints reliving sounds eyes rising wheels turning

Sudden vision of you practicing your gifts

Maybe then I had no way had no help devils live in quiet

To really share manufactured hearts broken machine stuck to stare

Never new just confused often found

Sent away in hopes you would be around

In my heart never true

They tell us sacrifice the new

In a dream walking near

With those heels I never fear

Stretch the time of every night

Details never lost as we engage in this artificial recited flight

Words we choose always right hazy dream teasing me

As before I left you there quiet safe high above the stage of fear

Revisit that one place there you stand always full of grace

Safe to dance wild swing arms climb the vine

Chasing that thing you missed before chasing it just a kiss to adore

Breaking down expose the want finally you are content grab it tight

In this heart never true

Tell me to sacrifice the new

In this scene you walk near

With those heels I never fear

In that thought it was right adjusting for the windy sight

A shoulder pressed hard and strong on a wall of nether thought

Holding back the words guarding back the choice to break

An honest theft to not show you wrinkle you scold you

Had it all never needed to adjust the screw

Just pretend all is grey find it better than to stay clouds cover rancid mildew

Lets spend the moment that follows looking at the line of our dearest desires

A simple map of that stage we never cleared standing on the liquid grave of fear

Always moving always flowing always chases us to empty glory

At the bottom of the pool this rose bathed and pruned drowned of smoke and booze

In dark there is only nightmares but for me

There I find my curse I wrap around this cold fire choke in smoke

Drown your heart kill the true

Show me you sacrificed your new

In my vision you walked with me

In your heels you seemed free