Rockin' Dichotomy

Out with the old:

The Lost Hope
-The Crane

Every time I sit down to write,
I write about you,
But I’m gonna fight the urge with all of my might,
Even if I have to hold my breath until I turn Blú,
So I won’t even mention you with the most vague of metaphors,
I won’t even talk about other people; when I’m really talking about you,
Because every time we Cross paths it feels I’m just crashing into closing doors,
I keep on waiting for the sunset to take on a different hue,
I keep on wishing the birds would fly in a different direction,
That I’d finally be able to truly find you,
That when I gaze into a mirror I’d see more than just my own ugly and selfish reflection,
Instead I wake up to a world that is constantly unjust and eschew,
I try to find other things to preoccupy my mind,
So I try to be content with just watching you,
Yet as our eyes lock manacles constrict and bind,
They say I’ve sinned, so I went to confess in the pew,
And I felt God for a few fleeting moments of uninhibited flame,
But when he left all that was left were bitter memories of you,
Nothing in this life has ever left me feeling so lame,
And I feel rage felt only by a select few,
A rage that bubbles up inside like some kind of beast,
That won’t rest until he has you,
My mind won’t stop until his incessant howling has ceased,
The roaring inside my head just grew,
And I haven’t been able to stop writing,
Anger that was sparked by thoughts of you,
The voices that torment my temple have not stopped fighting,
I wish I could begin this all again anew,
But it seems I must let you be,
Even though no mortal’s beauty could compare to you,
I must have contentment; and that will set me free,
Yet none of the answers I’ve learned seem to be true....


In with the new:

Field of Queens

Lights dimmed low on a Friday night,
Rain and thunder rule as my chestfire begins to ignite,
Soaking spectators set sights on soccer,
Safe; no stains from the world or the deceptive mocker,
Youthful valkyries dart like beacons of hope,
Sparking joy in my heart before I fall into the dark slope,
When I was down,
They crowded round,
While one of their own has been felled,
They come to their aide; my frustration can’t help but be quelled,
Even when I fall into jealousy and self-pity,
But then you girls come and they’re are friends filling up my once lonely city,
You all share a unique gift,
You build bridges to this human rift,
Lady listeners,
Healing ministers,
I thank the heavens that we are all friends,
For because of you; I’m sure all my wounds will mend....

-Beloved