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Burst: By Member John Carico
Where the moon meets sky I sit and watch
I do not let the air pass through me
I suffocate
but not for self deprication, no
Instead I am filled with all that is you, all that is me
this is my oxygen
I need nothing less
but you need something more
And that is okay
I do not wish to steal
I do not wish to be anything other than all that I am
and as such I write
Follow:
If love isn’t a dream
I’m neither dreamer nor lover
I look up and scream
“Sun, why do you cover,
my body with light, but not my inside?”
Does this irony escape everyone else?
Is this too much a question of physicality
or not enough a question of lust?
Controversy, escapism, philosophy, fear
Darkness and pain and all that is drear
these things are the focus of all of kinds of art
Oh and when your muse is not providing her heart.
Solice lies somewhere secretly seeking someone to soothe
My boots are blood covered, this gets her in the mood
and as we sit spaced in capitilist caves
heaven on earth, to those depraved
sucking on stuff that causes a crash
but now where there are leaves
later a rash
Oh but were it not for this doom fated night
Would my hold on your heart be nearly as tight?
But life is not speculative, even though mirrors exist
reflecting what? but the lips that you’d kiss
The chest that you’d lay against
the legs that you’d sit upon
the hair that you’d pull
but not my heart, not my soul
those are things seen in mirrors of mind
when sitting where the moon meets the greyiest of skies
Oh for a trip back to the consumerist pit
to the place where my car was filled with your spit
and even in things which most find disgust
in vomit, in blood, in decay, and rust
Beauty exists even in the betrayed
and games garner wages when properly played
Ah but if roles where switched
with me and your lover
I’d be more than pissed
And for this I lie and for this I’m silent
except when my inner poet, the child you say, I cannot quiet
I try, I do, and fate is my foe
for I see you in darkness, your dress falls slow
and I bite my lip
I bleed from my tongue
But I am unable to stop what may come
and I apologize for this
I am not innocent
my charecter suffers
my din has a dent
and never as much as I wish I could fall
do I spin and land, ending in crawl
Down on my knees outside your home
like Romeo, stabbed, and hating this all
Oh moon, oh rose, oh muse, oh flayer
my heart is yours, but that is not fair
I cannot give you this for there is no trade
even if you wouldst
You cannot betray
and so my poem decreases to this
another song about a boy who just wants a kiss.
Another song about a girl who can’t grant his wish.
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