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

Advertisements

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

 

 

 

 

and so i died

and so I died!

in morning dawn,

in the provoking pain,

  in an echoing goodbye! 

  i felt the falling tear drops

breaking my heart

from well below my feet;

go Hide and I’ll seek

go hide and I’ll seek!

the happiness Is hungover;

the goodbye,

unforeseen

was hung upon the doorknob waiting!

 the full moon gave way

in the provoking pain

of an echoing goodbye;

i quickly awoke as the tear drops

dripped memories;

pooled below my feet

I died

in a morning dawn;

the Provoking pain

in an echoing goodbye

i felt the falling tear drops

breaking my heart

from well below my feet

go hide and I’ll seek

go hide and I’ll seek

c. 2018 bgw

wayward waltz

cobwebs cover my skin

crippled hands

crumbling

throat so dry,

words choke upon the tongue;

sight took fight

in a blinded reward

blackenedness leaped up

as to swallow all the pain

and yet, darkness left me surrounded

by its own misery,

by my own selfishness!

there I sat,

suffocating in my unechoed breath

tied to this chair,

in suffocation I scream!

skin hanging from broken bones

love flashing in an unreturned kiss

loss;

let go!

you were!;

and now I am!

rope tied tight, look upon my eyes!

look upon my eyes!

seeking was sought

but ‘twas nothing but a gleam

breathe!

barely?

barely breathing in these thoughts

barely in consciousness

flashing back and forth

in everything I was!!

cobwebs cover my skin

crippled hands

crumbling

throat so dry,

words choke upon the tongue

sight took fight

in a blinded reward;

blackenedness leaped up

as to swallow all the pain

and yet, darkness left me surrounded

by its own misery, by my own selfishness

there I sat,

suffocating in my unechoed breath

life faded in a deep black

as the wayward waltz lead me back

faded into a forsaken midnight darkening

i sat as my eyes closed,

cobwebs cover my skin

crippled hands

crumbling

throat so dry,

words choke upon the tongue

sight took fight

in a blinded reward

death drew my silent darkened soul

my last breath called upon death

to take my darkened soul

words choke upon the tongue

sight took fight

in a blinded reward

was is I found

in a wayward waltz

c. 2018 bgw

when the rain kisses the leaves

tainted and tinted

the rain taps on a hollow tin roof.

the wind whispers

as the whisps spoke;

through the flashes of bright lightning

the snap of a rolling thunder,

tainted and tinted

leaves dance in a whipping motion;

here comes the storm

//

morning sunshine

looking in the morning window

were these dreams of mine

yesterday is today’s widow

//

tainted and tinted

the rain taps on a hollow tin roof.

the wind whispers

 as the whisps spoke;

through the flashes of bright lightning

the snap of a rolling thunder,

tainted and tinted

leaves dance in a whipping motion;

here comes the storm

c 2018 bgw