When I find myself in the midst of groggy strife.
When I can’t even see the sky for the black
I listen. I listen.
To the thumping drum ,the melodic hum.
It resonates with my soul
Takes the dust from my eyes
Lets me see heaven.
So when I feel choked with life’s regrets and woes
When all I see is darkness.
The cure. The fix.The trick.
Is music, music,music.
(C) Slumpless
A lie is an airbubble.
Small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things
But in my skin
It goes to the heart.
This beating ball of mush not muscle.
What does it feel like this toy ?
You play with its softness much too much
But a lump will form.
A callous from your callousness
Borne of things unsaid and left to fester in this tangled web of all the things I can only doubt.
I screamed once but now my blood is pooled and cooled and I can only whimper and even that is hushed.
“Oh well.” You said “That’s just the way I am.”
And I suppose I can’t blame the gun when I know it was made of others hands.
Let me not become your weapon.
Let me not shoot indiscriminately because I have been cut.
Bend the butt.
Turn inwards in retrospect and be better this time.
Be better.
(C) Slumpless
Your looks will fade my love
And all the endless preening will come to naught
I was once like you
In other flames, my comfort sought
I let my fire dwindle while I stoked theirs.
And danced like a dervish and whirled through their stares.
Slow it was, the creeping decay
Which turned copper to rust
Grass to hay.
Until one day they looked no more.
And my inner workings were merely gore.
Left uncared for … my brain did rot
And thus it is….my unhappy lot.
So dance my pretty
I’m not saying no
But keep your inner fire burning
Because your looks will go.
Originally posted May 2017.
(c) Slumpless
You are persistent.
While others dance their merry way across my path
You hold on tight as tight.
You really should be ready to go
You’re beautiful color tells me so.
You have taken all you can from that trunk.
The good from the wood.
You danced in summer
But it’s your time to leave.
Leave. Leaf. Leave.
But you’re holding out for something more.
A stronger gust from a different shore.
Why ? Isn’t it easier to just let go ?
What’s left for you here ?
The emaciated torso of an Atlas who once held up an emerald sphere.
How queer.
But you are loyal.
And while the others rot and fade
The storm will not dissuade.
Maybe I’m wrong.
Maybe it’s Fall for them. But not for you.
We all go through different stages
Your last one now is in my pages
For you will not let yourself be taken
The winds of life have not yet shaken
Thee.
The other leaves find you absurd
But you live on in poetic word.
The last to fall the last to leave
For you there is reprieve
I will take a second look
And press you forever into my book.
(C) Slumpless
You make me mean. Unclean.
I want to wash off the hateful things I say
Make them go away.
You bring out my demons. The ones I hold inside
The ones I successfully hide.
From everyone. But you.
You are a poultice on this ravaged heart.
Right from the very start.
I know you. I know you well.
You are my hell.
Only because we’re cut from the same dough.
The same heart. The same head.
We’re both gingerbread.
Except it’s not the crocodile that eats us.
We eat each other up whole.
Heart to soul.
There’s a word but I cannot find it
For the things you do to me.
For the weaving, heaving breaths that you bestow
It’s on the tip of my tongue
Just like you.
A lick, a flick away.
There’s a word that I search for to understand
To make tangible even with only my mouth.
I’m sure if I try to utter it
It will fumble and tumble, rise and fall
Just like you. Just like me.
There’s a word made of a million kisses and slaps to the face
Of cracks to the heart
Then soothing embrace
There’s a word for you and me, for us.
There’s a word. There is.
But I cannot find it.
(C) Slumpless
“And which did you love the most?”They say
While I lie on my death bed this Autumn day
“I loved them all.” I do reply
“Although it changed, it didn’t die.
I loved his eyes , the other’s hair
Each had their own unique flair
They were all my loves they were all my souls
Filling needs and gaping holes
“But how can you share?”They always ask ?
“Is this not truly an impossible task?”
Impossible only because society made it so
One must come the other go
If I could have had them all I would
It doesn’t mean I’m up to no good
This regret that I let each one away
Because “sharing love is not ok”
I wish.. I wish, I kept them all
Because I think it is possible to fall
For not just one soul but a whole lot more
This does not make me a heartless whore!
I love them all. I always will.
This beating heart is suddenly still
But this light inside that they all lit
Will never stop. Will never quit.
Now I’m free of this mortal coil
The rules up here are much less toil
I can love as many as I need
It’s seen as positive, not as greed
I can hold his hand while I hug the next
Nobody here seems perplexed
A woman is capable of great great things
None are tied to wedding rings
This loving art can seem quite daunting
But it makes me too busy for ghostly haunting
“Ah but tell the truth if you had to pick
Through hell and highwater through thin and thick
There must be one you love the most
while alive or now a ghost?”
Well yes I admit there’s one whose soul
Was closest to my very own
But I stand by the rest and urge you to consider
That this monogamous life is quite a hinder
All the cheating all the lies
Are unnecessary if one just tries
To be more open to other ways
Of loving humans throughout our days
So little by little it won’t be quick
Dismantle this construct brick by brick
If it doesn’t hurt , it doesn’t harm
Then really it shouldn’t cause such alarm
Don’t wait to die to open your heart
Do it now ,make a start.
(C) Slumpless
