memoryblood

broken by the weight of the sun

drowned in the sweat

of the hand holding the gun

pull the trigger

and find the memoryblood

seeping into the river

no longer pointing the finger

drowned in the sweat

of the hand holding the gun

broken by the weight of the sun

c.2019 bgw

when the acting is pale

death knocks at every little thought

i hide behind the shade.

free falling in my bed,

is that where you found me?

the acting is pale;

the acting is pale

free falling in my head

the window broke and i could not see;

is that where i hid?,

behind where no one could seek

let the smooth edge pills sharp blade

death knocking at every little thought

morning mirror

morning mirror;

not saying anything more

oh, what do i see?

through these eyes

where i left us to be;

nothing short of what should have been

words soaking in a liquored terror,

emotion in an solar emptiness

but i think that’s way it’s always been

under the shade of a burning tree;

nothing is more lonely than

one that drowns in its own spoken word

burry oneself against the way its always been

morning mirror

not saying anything more

oh, what do i see?,

through these eyes

killing all of mine

c. june 2019 bgw

camouflage

dreams flew in midnight rains

as the moon sunk in the flooding banks

i’ve fallen to pieces in the mud

and now i’m out for blood

*

dreams cut through veins

as my misplaced soul sinks in the camouflaged sins

i’ve fallen to pieces in the mud

and now i’m out for blood

*

was it me or was it my heart opening to quick

god damned insecurities

growing in life’s fucking impurities

was it the untold story

that got me living under the shadow of shame

*

dreams flew in midnight rains

as the moon drowned in the flooding banks

i’ve fallen to pieces in the mud

and now i’m out for blood

*

 assassinate this pain

and all its beautiful mess where i’m caged in

destroy all this dirty air i breathe

and all of its advertising campaign where it seeps

*

was it me

or was it my heart opening to quick;

in these god damned insecurities

growing in life’s fucking impurities; 

another unwritten chapter in the untold story

that got me living under the shadow of shame

dear camouflage i’ve made,

love

the self sabotage i have made

c. May 2019. BGW

between the oceans and stars

through the silence of an alarming absence

words spoke through a screaming cloak

eyes seek and souls sought

and yet have i been with not?

through the lingering dreams in a balance

words wrote themselves in a sun rising blister

through the silence of an alarming absence

words spoke through a screaming cloak

a moon’s light shone and reached the ships shadowing habits

and left the oceans waves between the lines and words

eyes seek and souls sought

and yet have i been with not?

between the oceans and stars

between the emotions and the scars;

a soul drowns because it was without

through the silence of an alarming absence

words spoke through a screaming cloak

i want you, and i always will

i love you, and always will

cory’s crying

cubed squared pictures

sat in a sunset liquor

tasting a memory

in smoky whiskey Rye

//

the autumn leafs fell

in the hands of protocol

see where we drove through

in all the hell

just to get this far,

in the right here

in the right now

//

rear view mirror

rear view mirror

//

cubed squared pictures

sat in a sunset liquor

tasting the memory

in a smoky whiskey rye

//

22 years can run away quickly

but it never can hide

where your body lays,

were the moon pulled

out what you are

//

the autumn leafs fell

in the hands of protocol

see where we drove

through the hell

just to get this far,

in the right here

in the right now

//

i’ll never be

nevermore in what you see

and I can’t be

what you remember me as

 

 

c.2018 bgw

somewhere between the mist and fallen leaves

in the broken depth

is a shadow.

blinded, blackened,

dark

soul within these walls

oh!, release;

an awaiting knife’s edge

sharp and ready

metal blade

digging deep,

kissing deep

within the skin

upon the cold wooden floor

blood slowly draws,

pooling below;

jetted back eyes

echoing dream flashing before.

a haunting falls

deep within these dark lonely halls,

framed pictures

stare,

memories

brake,

shatter like glass

in a depth

frothing shadow!

blinded and blackened

dark

soul within these walls

oh!, release;

an awaiting knife’s edge

sharp and ready

forsaken!

and well within

the depth of autumn woods

somewhere between

the mist and fallen leaves

a body lies stiff and cold!

who put it there?!,

find the answers chanting with bones,

in the freshly dug grave

i have gladly made!

 

 

c2018 bgw