Tuesday, August 25

Volume: Trilogy

Volume

The staggering blow
The staggering blows
Every triumph met with defeats
Nothing is gained in this constant attrition
The number subtracted is always greater
No noise can be heard above the screaming
The maddening howl of consistent grief
I will love you forever
Can you hear me?


Volume II

I would rather not speak
I would not control the flow
The careless sound
I would only speak truth

My version of it is loud with blame
My version has lots of details
There'll be no chance to jump in
My version must be heard

You consider protesting
You know this requires energy
The silence is victory for me
You don't need us anymore

Your version is soft and pointed
Your version cuts and runs
Too bad it won't be played
Your version keeps you here

They know we will end
They sense broken trust
I know the damage irreparable 
They will have to meet us half way

Their version is not final 
Their version spans space and time
You know them better than I
Their version would take years to hear


VOLUME III

LETS TALK
YOU
ME
THE WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY
SETTLE DOWN
IF YOU CANT BE CIVIL
THEN WHATS THE POINT
HEAR ME OUT
NO LISTEN

Saturday, August 22

Listen to your heart

She presses against his face
That lost look in his eyes digitised
Immortalised in high definition 

I've seen that face at home
In other countries
It speaks of hurt
That you want to run
"You might as well rip my heart out"

You answer quickly
I can hear your shame bounce off her cheek
You'll return at once

"You might as well rip my heart out"
A lost vocation 
A locked shed
A set of keys
A single name on a policy

"You might as well rip my heart out"
Reminders of what's been taken
By disease and with the passage of time