Sunset

when the sun sets
over this glassy water
leaving its trail of burning gold,
to float, shimmering, on the edge of the world
it leaves behind its silver afterimage
hanging, luminous in the skies
don't get too close, or it will suck you in
but what a better way to go,
sipped sweetly by the moon?

a mystery, a kiss from a temptress
drinking you slowly
deadly, wayward nightmares
cello notes fading behind sorrows
the sun sets on our lives,
leaves behind what the night holds
walk in the moonlight, drink in the quiet chaos
these sounds, like prison bars, hold us in

when the moon rises
over this rippling lake
draws a path of molten silver,
settling upon the surface, flying through endless night
what sound is there in space?
all quiet flautists chirping, or whimsical siren song?

dancing softly in the clouds, overshadowed by stone
this love of midnight wanderings
of waltzes when the sky is clear
and rain patters a rhythm on the parched earth
we have so little time, these days of our lives
moments slipping by  in these darkened hours
where nothing sleeps, and the soft call of dawn goes unanswered

when stars flicker
to a medley of  notes, and soft weeping
holds us in, breaths us out
we are nothing
ashes on the breeze, or teardrops 'neath the mighty wave
humbled, and raised above - this song that holds us within our cage
walking in the night, stepping through the trees
a playground of sorrows, old wants and needs

fears flicker in the blue, upheld by soft whispers
and motes of time, dust in the air
I love you so.
forgotten, left behind, past the ages and eons
floating on the edge, casting a shadow of light
so far away, so close,
to dance within your arms again, misty fog entrapped,
to laugh by your side again,
for all that is forgotten, falls.

I am as if the angel,
left behind by that one most high
fallen, forgotten in the mists of time
this I say, not without regret;
you have given me this power-now i am free
to forget.



 (c) 2012/2013

World

I cannot remember when i split the world in twain
stood back to watch as it rose again
like a phoenix flying and a dove in the air
fabrics of realities crying to make me whole...when
when the dreams of darkness weeping
and their tears of nightshade creeping from within the world again
this city's lights are flickering, flickering
searching for this wayward, windless plain
come back

I cannot remember when i split the world in twain
let it crumble to a cinder
watch it scream in pain, what ho, let this nightmare crumble
let this dream deny reality
what reality? what imagery
lets just sing the song of planets and create the world anew
a new age a new tear a new world we can share
what ho, what hey, nonny, nonny,
the world's lights are churning, blinking, upon the soundless plain
fabrics of universes tangled like bedsheets
tiny spinning swirls of threads, galaxies, hairs.

I cannot remember, last night or the one after, when the world lost, remains
i was blinking, crying, the woman in me, dying
and the city streets were laughing, the skinless creatures feasting
the city's veins pumping acid drugs into my skin
byways and worlds apart and between
this world burning cinders flaking off into my dream
nightmare or heaven, dream of hell,
the ninth cold circle tightens and the bonds of gravity
they let me go
and i tear the world in twain.


(c) 2012

Darling

dancing in a mote of rain
sweet rain, pomegranate rain, acid
shake and shimmy, jump and twirl
come now darling, I'm not a nice girl.

i can take what you have to give,
but i can do so much more
i'll drive you crazy
its a sad sort of love,
a slave to our rhythms

shake, shake, shake, girl 
shake your heart out
step to our beats and screaming in nighttime
high, low, high, low
sighing

tremble  in the rain
the soaking wetness
shimmy up, shimmy down
together under the clouds
in the unholy night
sinfully sweet.


(c) 2012

Flash

your music makes me think of people
under flashing light, undulating
to a beat, a heartbeat, a whisper
a sigh in the strobe
colors and colors and sweat tinged air
whirling metal, leather, hair
tiny silks and flaunting thighs
hips dance to their own beat

your music makes me think of lust
of pheromones and perfumes
of that feeling when a breeze snakes through a hot room
tingling, tingling, a searing rush

love me, love me, love me then
in a dark room a light room
in a room of flashing colors


(c) 2012

Midnight Sin

goddess, i won't pray to your image
i won't pray in your name
i've seen you bucking naked on the sheets
you're not holy anymore

goddess don't ask me to 
you are a spirit in the same image, lost and wild
wanting wanting, cherub, wanting more

fuck you, goddess
with your panting prayers
and your midnight sins

fuck you, goddess
till your tears wet the ground and run into the sea
this sea of churning, constant pleasures

fuck you goddess
your hair tangled in the wind of your cries
such a sexual zealot
your god is your passion
you have nothing but your feelings

oh goddess


(c) 2012

Spitting Venom

spitting venom, venom, acid
into cornflower eyes, so blue, tears
tear me apart and flow graceless on
you're like a hurricane and i couldn't
you speak of lustless, hateful lies
you grind my bones to dust with words
fi, fie, fo, fum...
let me go, you'll never win
even when you think you've won
kisses cold and clammy on my lips
oft shuddered at in a darkness
spitting venom, venom, acid
crying, crying, you have no power
such a child, and older still
i did what i had to
cling, cling, wet cloth, and i'll peel you from my skin
you've tasted of a fruit you can never have
forbidden, forbidden, fie.
press your belief into my mind and it's rejected
you have no understanding of yourself
you're bitter, you're lonesome
you're full of hate
let go let god let a spoken word correct you
let bygones be bygones and open your mind
amen.

(c) 2012
 

Conflict

marks on my skin
i don't mind the scars,
but if you look at me
i have no perfections

i'm a series of cracks
in an old sidewalk
i'm a livid contusion
in the eye of beauty
they say i have a lovely face
i see only the marks on it

mirror, mirror, on the wall,
i feel scarred
i feel small
mirror, mirror, standing there,
could you not have made me fair?


(c) 2012

Cat

a wrecking ball that grabs and tears
red hot, pulls from you
the instrument of your love
such pain, such pain
life is but a dream
what a society is this, was this
so cruel this crocodile,
but less so than others
so kind this iron maiden
she holds you sweetly,
sweetly, until her arms close
so sweet this relief
this unchaining
the agony of insanity lets you go
away from this world
there's nothing wrong with you
the falsely accused
caressed with the cat's paw till your heart breaks
never love cold iron
for it's only the hot, the red, the fiery
that will let you go


(c) 2012

Glance

a glance, those eyes, an open-air theater to our souls
the actors on the stage
miming emotion while spinning on the silks
screaming burning running to you
answer the question, answer the unspoken
the actors dance in a circle
singing ring around the roses, ashes, death
perhaps i can see them dance if i gaze long enough
i step so softly, this heartbeat rhythm in my ears
its a dance its a ritual its my pain
its like i'm walking on fire in shoes of steel
such elegance, such whimsey
we're spinning together in our eyes
its a glance that lasts a thousand years
but then it's over


(c) 2012

Diamond

gentle fog, so cool and sweet
held within a dream like no other, holds me

I lie, beaded by the mist
a diamond-dusted form on golden leaves

dreams flit by in the shining, twilighted day,
made dim dusk by the lattice of vines, a bower for the dead

such sweet fantasies of summer, of rain

the fog clings with cold fingers
tiny vipers slither through my hair, hissing
it's a song, a celebration
I am complete

day, night, day, night
the stars glimmer above, a shining salutation to cold
such bones are these, so perfect, peaceful.

rimed with ice, silvered with time
my bones lie, beaded with rain, in summer
in the dim, dusky light, the breeze softly plays
catching and tossing scattered hairs

I dream of a foggy bower, a misty lover
a diamond-bright completion that wore me down
to silver bones in the misty, foggy dreamscape
in a vine-latticed bower.


(c) 2012

Life

my mind
what happened here
its a turmoil and a fire
a far reaching blank
upside downside
what more can we ask
latin dancing on my cortex
up and down
whats that around the corner
sighs and sighs
leathery thoughts, blue twilight
smile for the camera
fractures and misrepresented clouds
where is my life, where is my life
caught and surrounded by this diamond light


(c) 2012

Proud

i wake up proud
proud to be alive, proud to be happy
there's been so much heartbreak here
so much sorrow

it's been years since i've felt this way
completed, gentled, crazy
and maybe its because
whenever i close my eyes,
i remember you

maybe its because
when i close my eyes
i see you laughing
when i dream
i dream of your smile

what love is this?
to stand tall and strong
through so much betrayal
what love is this?
this love i have for you

it's like an album i have on repeat
but each song, familiar, is new
your touch, your laugh
you mock me with your kindness
you mock me with your laugh

someday maybe,
someday far from the here, the now,
someday my dreams
will become my reality

someday i'll fall asleep
to the sound of your heart
in your arms


(c) 2012

Sad

why
lets ask why
whats the problem, sugar?
oh my sweet
what's got you down?
grain by grain your joy
is trickling down the waterfall
dissolving into inertia
into everything

lets ask why
my bird, whats wrong?
your feathers are ruffled in discontent
you're free and your laugh is song
but whats wrong?
whats wrong?

lets ask why
my feelings are yours
my heart hurts and my eyes weep
my soul, my dear, my life
i haven't heard a peep
from your heart
from your lips

lets ask why
i feel so slow, so sad
i feel like i'm crying out with my mind
can you hear me my sweet?
can you hear me my love?
my dove?
can you hear me?

lets ask why
where are you
these tears are hot and fresh on my cheeks
my heart aches from misery
is it something from your history?
my darling
lets ask why

(c) 2012

Fly

hey, hey girl
take my hand
lets have the time of our lives
pick up our feet
swing!
darling!
pick up your feet
lets dance
its a dark night and the music's loud
such love-these beats make my heart sing
and my feet fly
come now darling!
breathe this air with me
lets sing with our motion
wait!
hold my hand
let me spin you, let me make you fly
turn baby turn
swish your hips and dance
show off doll
you're a graceful girl
let this beat carry you
carry you in my arms
lets fly
lover!
pick up your feet
let me spin you round and round
lets fly baby lets scream out to the world with motion
you have a song in your ears
a laugh in your throat
a smile on your lips
and a dance, this dance, trembling in your toes
lets fly

(c) 2012

Pure

turmoil of a gentle kind
maybe its a chaos of butterfly wings
like a heathen on a pyre
so what if there are screams and death
for what is there common sense
these norms chain us
culture
subculture
lets be a cult of two
him. you.
one to stand at the stake
one to light the fire
singing praise god
singing praise god
singing praise god
cleansed, and the ash falls like snow
renewed. saved-
this pyre purifies
and this heathen
his sins are waived
praise god


(c) 2012

Erotic

she walks gracefully
uncurling, dancing on the air
with the earth beneath her feet

she dances like  a sylph
pilfering the hearts from our breasts
she's a diva, she's a minx

she sings like an angel
pours her heart out in her voice
such sadness here
she's like a dynamo
she's erotic

she is the ultimate thief
she takes away our realities
replaces them with her own
such a sick and twisted mindscape
she'll laugh when we scream
she's magic

she has no conscience
she takes and takes and takes
raking us over the coals for giving

she has no name
but she beguiles us
she has no rhyme or reason
but she can
so she does  

she runs like the wind
she laughs like crystalline song
she's beautiful but she hates herself
she hates everything  that makes her desirable
she's a mystery
even to herself

she knows herself intimately,
and she knows herself figuratively
she is her own best friend
and her dreams are of passion's ashes

she knew what to say once
now she doesnt
now she's afraid to say
afraid to ask, afraid to know
but she desires knowledge
thirsts for it like water
she's too bold to be shy
too shy to be bold
she's a contradiction
she's erotic
she's a dancer

her words are cautious
and nobody knows who she really is
she's an enigma
an ethos
she's an influence on life
but she's afraid

she wishes she were beautiful
in mind as well as body
like the curling steam from a glass of jasmine tea
she wishes she were beautiful

she wants to be loved
not an object, not wanted
she's a seductress
she's sad


(c) 2012

 

Empty

walking through the grass
let this moment last
a fall morning, dewy webs
trees that whisper in the misty dawn
I walk, barefoot

there's a foggy scent to the air
an old-leaf scent
an end-of-summer smell

its a peaceful sort of longing
a sweeping, gentle, breath
often it reminds me
in a sad sort of way,
of summer's death

but all things past
have passed
but will they come again
or will they remain
a blushing springtime dalliance

thoughts of times gone
linger with the dew
under the eternal atmosphere

i whisper to the empty air
of hopes and wishes
if a single person heard me, perhaps.
perhaps it could happen

the dawn
it blushes
like a gentle innocent
and the dew is cold on my ankles

lying in the cradling branches of a tree
i dream softly, gazing at the clouds
the scarlet grey clouds

a spider lazily spins her web
and the fog kisses it gently
settling cool diamonds
on the tiny threads

(c) 2012

 

Pause

in the shade
in the shadows' dappled grey
in the meandering of the wind
and the foggy light of dawn,

on the glassy rippled streams
of time and time and memory's words
there to ponder, pause and think
sit and weary
silence

(c) 2012
 

Black

now about death
such a hodge podge of little words
no meaning but meaning much
blackness or light
brimstone or honey
differences and sameness
simple

lets define it now
we live by living and die when thats over
we live by dying in a way
so lets run and dance and sing for the devil
we're going to die anyway

give me honey give me fire
give me light or deepest desire
i have no want for brightness or sweet
save the sweet sweet pain of lust
so lets dance for the devil
a vicious burlesque

have fun with a life of verve and sin
what more could we ask
but to live?

(c) 2012

Sinner

i ask not for forgiveness
for i have but liv'd as i saw fit
but i ask only one thing
and let that be all
one thing, one wish, one cry

these dreams of red, of blood and death
oh lawd i have but one wish
oh lawd i am a hardened sinner
oh lawd i have sinned

this life of mine
from birth to breath
has been one sin at a heartbeat
 has been but a hell upon this world

until a face until a breath until a word
what word but my name
what breath but yours
but your face
is hidden in my mind

oh lawd i have one wish
one thing, one cry
oh lawd i have sinned
and lawd, i do not regret
for each sin had its purpose
and to us you gave free will
oh lawd i have one wish

one wish one wish
praise be to dreams
for what hope do we have in reality

oh lawd this is my wish
that his memory is but a reality
a love i cannot obtain
but still desire
oh lawd this is my wish
to desire and recieve
for this love is long waiting
caged and ne'er freed
oh lawd grant me this wish
this hope this dream this plea
oh lawd


(c) 2012

 

Angel Demon

when the devil plays the piano
when the devil sings
and cries, this monster, fabled
sheds brimstone tears
or maybe he has been, himself, decieved
falling from grace
he was god's best friend

betrayal, what betrayal
who's betrayed
who was the perpitrator of this fall from grace

was it him was it him who could it be

who is crying while the devil sings

this haunting hurtful melody
angel, demon
each weep tears of golden fire

lucifer, your piano is burning
the keys are melting, the strings are blackened
what music now but damned wailing



(c) 2012

Street Thoughts

the streets, lit by soft halogen glow
lined in apartments, houses,
old and new
the people march through their lives

the softly dim back alleys
empty and foreboding
trodden warily, even in daylight
it's like a hungry beast,
shadowy, waiting to snap you up

they're like capillaries, venules
taking and giving
people are the lifeblood
moving, moving, it's like an anthill

poison.
runs down the streets and thoroughfares
tracked on the shoes of countless beings
the wings of pidgeons beat a heavy staccato
counting steps and seconds,
heartbeats

the sea lingers here, by the shoreline
under the bridge, there are people
old or young
they're the poisoned, they're the beggars
hopeless masses

there's a shimmery dimness, collected on the sidewalks
a frosty dimness, a chilly, sparkling, dimness
it sets an ache to the bones
these thousands of footprints, phosphorescent in midnight
gleam wetly in the sea-mist

its raining here, and the rain is splashing a tune
the clouds are black below a sky that reflects
the colors of the universe
the rain is washing the sidewalks
washing the buildings and the passing cars

it will disappear with the dawn
it will leave behind the scent of old petrol and wet concrete
city scents
street thoughts


(c) 2012

Redemption

 I am alive and my heart is my holocaust
I am alive and my tears are my fire
 I am alive and my mind is learning
I am alive but not free
 where is my redemption? where is my life?
where are my dreams, my struggles, my strife?
 where have they gone, like mist in the sun
where have they fled to, like water to the sea
 where have they taken root, like forest or glen
where and how and when?
 I'm old and bent, broken and young
no years and no cares crease my brow
 wild scents and wild tastes
wild homes and wild haste
 I am alive and my heart is my holocaust
I am alive and my tears are my fire
 I am alive but not living
I am alive, learning and growing
 when can i fly free?
my redemption for sins not committed
 my redemption for a life half lived
redemption, redemption, a fool's invention
 to keep the life-starved from being free
live, live, and truly live
 live on love and adrenaline
pass me by, my redemption, pass me by
 not a fool shall I be
hence redemption, hence
 fly, fool, from me
I'll take my sins
 I'll keep them close
they're mine and mine alone
 I'll take my wrongs and broken hearts
and I'll bury them in loam
 for I am alive and I have free will
and redemption just isn't for me
 I love my cares, my sorrow and sin
my dreams and adrenalin
 redeem me.

(c) 2012

Water

tiny droplets
on a large leaf
trickle, growing as they
run, until a tiny river
rushes at a rosebush's roots
swift and raging
growing ever larger
shrinking,  growing 
changing
flowing.
        

Grace

it is a sad day
grace
it is a sorrow, a pall
hanging over
under
around and above

grace

simple steps that flow
as if water

grace

lithe and animal
small, insipid
verbose

a grace of language
to speak not of treachery
it is a day of latin

it is a day of sadness
a day of thought
it is  a day of recollection

grace

it is a day filled with syrup
move slowly
with gentle
grace.

(c) 2012

Locked

hide. run. go.

leave this place
of immaculate sorrow

your tears allow me to follow
past banks of cells
crowded with fetid life
these prisoners, memories.

let go, let god, let grief.

you're trapped in your mind
ancient and alone

i can track you by the handprints on the walls
by the staggering footfalls

let go, let go, let go.

its all over
everything has changed
etherial and consuming, translated from old years
a gesture, a sound

lock them away girl
lock them away
they only do you danger
step from the bars

places you've been
single fragments of images
locked away

run girl, run
leave this place, go
i'll watch over you.

fields of lillies
cosmos and roses

faint strains of bach
of beethoven and celestial singing

wake up.


(c) 2012

Morning Star

you laid in wait for the devil
he's coming to take his due
flesh and bones and soul, he'll take you
and you'll be dust in the bowels of hell

so look out brother!
so look out sister!
devil's a-coming to claim his due
so look out mother!
so look out father!
the devil's a-coming for you
so look out!

young and old,
forgotten joys and sins
taste the apple, babe!
sweet as love but half as painful
tempted yet?

come into my garden
sample its weary fruit
come into my garden, lover
and wait for the devil

he's coming, he's coming,
falling like a star
weary angel
taste of my apple, darling
set a trap for the devil


(c) 2012

Choice

you are a confusion
a kiss a touch
your honor gets in they way-
i just want
and want
and you're not helping

why are you such a fluttering wisp?
a genteel aristocratic folly.

maybe i want you
and maybe i've told you
you just don't hear me
but you kissed me like you knew

you want me to look for better
someone who's not fucked up
someone who's not you

maybe i could do better
but your touch lit a fire
and now i can't unfeel this burn
its up to you, but you know what i want

so choose.


(c) 2012

Ashes

Standing on a cliff

On a bluff by the sea

Where we once stood together

Now its just me

The wind whips my hair

To bind it into knots

The sting of salt

My own bitter memories

Coursing down my cheeks as tears

Mingle with the ocean’s spray

When you left I was lost

Wandering, a hermit-

Now freed, I have grounded again

Still I remember you

And your sweet scent-

Cinnamon and lilies

When you left it faded,

Naught but memory

Still you haunt me,

Ghost of my past-and I regret

I regret that kiss, that yes

I regret those hours

I regret you most of all

You wooed me to cast  me aside

Broken hearted

Ashes blown by a frisky wind

I knew you only as long as we dated

Two months.

Yet you left your mark

In half-remembered phrases

And a scar on my knee

In the simple words ‘I love you’

I taste the sea

I taste your lies

In chamomile and coriander

I taste your truth

In clary sage and pepper

I taste the broken heart you left me with

In copper and sorrow

You wore a mask to hide your cruelty

A mask of kind eyes and soft hands

A mask of empty promises

Illusions, broken, shattered with a word

A phrase, a sentence, an avowal now annulled

It seems you have forgotten me

To nestle within the trusting heart of another

We were over long ago

But sometimes I still remember

And then I taste chamomile

The kisses of the waves

The tender caress of salt

My cure

My angel of mercy

It washes the flavor of you from my tongue

I surface, healed

The warm rays of sunshine

Hold promise of new joy

The sweetness of summertime

Washes away cold winter

The last hint of clary sage and copper

Gives way to pomegranate and euphoria

And I am sorrowful no more

These ashes have coalesced

And you are but a memory.

(c) 2012 Marlo Fleek

Rain

Oft I glance through glass

To see the gray-lit world

Soft cloud throws cold drops

In waves

In sheets

In pounding brilliance

When caught by sunlight

They throw tiny rainbows that paint my hair

Plastered to my skull,

In a thousand different hues

(c) 2012 Marlo Fleek

Feel

Emotions are stopped up

To be released

One day

Far from now

In a rush of pounding grief

Or a wash of joy

Euphoria or duress

Time and time again there is none,

No time

No time for tears

No time to cry

No time to feel

Why, please ask

Take me to task for what

For what I have done

For what has happened

Or what will

Do you understand my emotion

Or express your own

Have you ever

Woken weeping

Face slick with salty water

Dripping warm from your eyes

Lashes cling together

Bound with this aqua vitae

This expression of life

(c) 2012 Marlo Fleek

Heart

Deep, sheltered far beneath the layers

Called skin, muscle and bone

Protected, enshrouded

Safe in your home

Chained in the crevasse where once…

Where once upon a time blood moved swift

Dancing in time to the beat of a heart

Swirling red as a cloak of scarlet

Tapping rhythm of feet on a dance-floor

Breathe in and calm

This frantic horse-race

Pounding in your breast

Enshrouded, you lie chained

Wrapped in this pulsating, red flesh

Close your eyes and breathe

Watch through my orbits

Cool your flame and control

This ardor, this bright,

This summertime of desirous pulse

Lit like asbestos touched with a match

Gentle this river

Of living crimson

Your heart-womb in its expansion

Contraction, amiable and indifferent

Pressing this hot kinship

Haemal rushing

Ripping, roaring- tearing- eating

Life-you consume me

In blazing glory, vainglorious muse,

Glistening sunshine dapples on the scarlet sheen

Life to live and live again lost beneath

The roaring rage of torrential love

This flood of emotion, lit by

Amber sunlight dripping from lilies

The completion of existence…

(c) 2012 Marlo Fleek

Droplets

Crystal drops of effervescent reality-simple pleasures,

Like watching the droplets fall

In shining, shimmering, sinful rain

Their caress a lover’s lips against warm skin

Cool and damp

They send shivers down your spine

Alighting with the weight of fragile moths

To roll down your dimpled cheek in drops like tears

Tears of ecstasy, euphoria, pleasure or pain

They fall winking in the gray light

Pattering onto the asphalt

Splashing sweetly into rivulets and sun into the sea

Glimmering dully like diamonds that are still half coal

(c) 2012 Marlo Fleek

Bottle Glass

Simply perfect

but never so

strayed from paths

of broken glass and bloody knives

to easy roads of coals

and lapping flame

to be without

that simple comfort of your smile

drags hot ash

and broken dreams

down throats of steel

and chaff blown by the wind

in lipid greens and tawdry blues

from the maw of some fabulous beast

mixes with clouds of sooty vapor

that stinks of smoke and pale moors in the rain

you bathe in clear mercury

under a synthetic sky

trilling your birdsong endlessly as you burn

the fire so cold it melts your bones

its kisses leaving you a quivery mass

hollowed out-an empty shell

this hell is your nirvana

this world we could share

if only the glassy roads would cut less at the soles

of my gravel-toughened feet

if only the fire would not burn so

if only

if only

if only you would break the circle

we would be free

and our fire's kisses would consume

what humanity is left

and we would join the ravening horde of pale, bloody

fiends woven of those bottle-glass dreams

and shattered desires that overflow

and torrent in a stream

we are forsaken

(c) 2012  Marlo Fleek