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Mad Mary Lennox

I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now—
I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now…

~*~

You were the tears I could never release.

I am imprisoned for centuries in an impenetrable ribcage, feeling the lemongrass harshly piercing my calloused feet but never allowing my deprived senses to take in their ethereal fragrance, holding blossoms by their fragile throats and quietly wishing for their efflorescent scarlet to return and splash colour on my filthy grey dress again, and forevermore shackled and watching the suspended horizon; but a mere intangible memory playing tricks on my open lips.

It was beautifully haunting. My demented secret garden.

You alone held the key to the concealed gates. That particular key was crudely carved from roses and bones, finely forged of romance and blood, chiseled from my consumed heart and threaded with my vulnerable veins, but akin to the overflowing ocean of the tears trapped within my tired, pondering eyes, you released me not.

But will I despair? Never. I shall merely smile at your vicious cruelty and wait for patience with all the grace and forgiveness the pallid moon has adorned me with. I’ll peacefully sleep on my bed of fallen feathers and butterfly ashes, and I shall awake again the next day, my marred body still glimmering in a breathtaking fairy tale iridescence, to tend to my own share of bruised paradise and to sing my laments to the ardent stars in the missing sky once more.

Because this exquisite garden shares my every pain, my solitary desire, my one secret, and not simply the very secrecy itself. This sanctuary is mine to hold in eternal memoriam, and in an infinite someday, these silver chains will rust off and unfetter, as the reckless revolution of this damned planet will halt and reverse, away from the sun. And when that happens, you will find yourself starving for sweet freedom and clawing at the iron bars haplessly, forever banished in my grotesque heaven, where all the scathing thorns bear your broken name and all the flowers wilt at the very despicable thought of your nonexistent soul.

And you shall weep. And I, finally, along with you.

~*~

Where has my heart gone?
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh, I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything
I still remember.

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of gods and gold

i am not

who i say i was

and aphrodite

is crying gilded ichor

.

i am not

who i adorn in lies

and fragrance

peripheral

.

i am not

who i wish i was

and demeter

begs for stolen grace

.

i am not

a god bathed in truth

my predicament

is callisto’s eternal.

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R·A·R·E

“But I will soon forget the colour of your eyes
And you’ll forget mine…”

~*~

Oh honey, just know I think you’re rare

But so do a million pairs of staring eyes

I carved your eternal words on my skin

While their dirty desks are filled with lies

.

But I’ll ignore the protests of my chest

I was your worst, but you were my best

Convulsions staunched won’t be enough

To revive my suppressed detesting to last

.

So let me be your only saving grace notion

Under conflagration, in epileptic inspiration

I’ll be your rage, you’ll be my perfect disease

Cure my unclung heartstrings from mercenaries

.

That vain to steal the gold rush in your tongue

And leave the staccato pain where it all began

You’re staling breath my lungs sought to keep

I can exhale underwater if my onyx skies need

.

A drop of fragile storm, if your drought doesn’t break

And I’ll listen to your soft melodies just to stay awake

They’re all florid sycophants, ostentatious in clamours

They may casually admire, but I would eternally adore

.

Because darling, I always think you’re the rarest of them all

And a million pairs of eyes might look but they’ll never know

How, in this peripheral passion, how bruised and cursed I’d fall

Just to reach the light that you hold, I’ll always stay while they all go.

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Defying Deities

Oh, so that’s the manifesto, isn’t it

That the rest of us have to drag out

On our bloody and bruising knees

Just to reach you, just to touch you

Like a self-serving punctilious deity?

.

But has it ever occurred to you

That you’re just not worth it?

.

Because attempts aren’t enough, no

We have to break in the better side

Of us until you proclaim that we’re

Worth it, still refusing to get down

From the pedestal you built yourself

.

But has it ever occurred to you

That we just don’t give a fuck?

.

And if we were all to go beyond such

Immeasurable bounds of that declining

Reputation, for something that should be

Handed out freely in the first place, then

Why should we bother praying for your

Nonexistent grace, dying for a miracle?

.

But we should, we unquestionably should

Because you’re just that sacred, right?

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Stares on the Staircase

It’s more the same, a silly old shame
A dimly lit road, it will wither and go
I climb the light post, illuminate the road
For miles away, so safely on your way…

~*~

Counting all the steps on the spiraling staircase

Falling down and breaking my neck with grace

Didn’t know how much the water meant a thing

Until I quickly slipped away and lost my footing

I’ve counted all the steps on the spiraling staircase

Treads in the dark, but guess I counted it all wrong

It never meant a thing to you, it’s just a creaky place

‘Til my broken body’s lying motionless at the bottom.

~*~

Sleep and awaking to life, for a hell of a ride
Sleep and awaking to life
With your hands at your side, paralyzed…

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Rücksicht

you never act like a

decent human being

i did not know what

i should even expect

but i thought wrongly

that someone as sensible

as you will have the grace

to show a little respect.

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☆ that you ★

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

true enough that

you may be

a son of chaos

and anarchy

and i’d lie if i

didn’t admit a

daughter of grace

and elegancy

but discord has

order, without it,

our very universe

cannot be

and there’s a

certain clumsiness

to poise and

secret mystery

true enough,

that you and i

are as parallel

as can be

but perhaps

that paves the way

for starcrossed

destiny.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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Entr’acte Overture

~*~

A moment of silence please
For those who never get the chance
They show up to the party 
But they never get to dance

The losers, the liars
The bastards, the thieves
The cynicists, the pessimists
And those that don’t believe in nothing…

~*~

A ballroom of sleek transparent glass

Under the allure of the twinkling night skies

And all those vagrants who come to pass

Must shed their skin and reveal their disguise

.

No need to be convivial, no need to hide yourself

No need to use a mask, toxicity is not good for your health

Now if you may allow me to be on your side

Your arbiter elegantiarum, your own personal ally

.

Come now, and take my hand

Without words, you’ll understand

Hitch up that tattered dress

Wipe off all those makeup mess

.

No more speaking, not a single harsh word

For silence is what’s needed most in this world

We’ll spin and twirl, round and round

Dancing to nature’s mellifluous sounds

.

Hush now, settle down, don’t you cry

There’s no one here to judge you, dear

No one to maunder and whinge, no one to defy

No matter how bluntly frowsy you appear

.

Along the crowds in midsummer’s eve

We’ll dance along, let our bodies believe

That this is a painting, in belle epoque

Created so delicately with every brush stroke

.

Yes, we’ll dance till we can take no more

Until the glass gives away and shatters to the floor

But don’t let it hinder us, we’ll still dance along

As the scintillating floor is painted with crimson

.

I know it’ll be painful, but just look into my eyes

And you’ll see the universe veering by

And all that is lost may be found again

And all the wounds you garnered just might lose their pain

.

The razor-sharp glass is gilt-edged as well

Get lost in my pristine galaxies, don’t let time tell

Everything is just relative, all simply do jour

And soon fades away like a photo with no colour

.

And we’ll grace to the music until nothing else matters

As our hearts beat along and our souls flutter

We dance, until everything falls apart beneath our feet

And we finally fly into the heavens and leave entropy in its defeat.

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