Meet me in the midnight sky
My love
My light
My heart
Dance with joy and kisses
Oh dancer of the midnight sky
Oh kiss, oh love
This absence tracks salt and wet
Once mortal, once get
Smile gently
I cannot, will not forget
When I was blind
It was you
When I was scared
It was you
When I was lost
It was you
It has always been you.
Some journeys are merely longer than others
Sometimes the only strength we have is to get up and keep going
Languishing in limbo we see no way out
But a comet is coming
It’s far away
And it feels like it’s not coming fast enough
But it’s on its way
Your star is coming
It’s coming as fast as it can
Dancing the periphery
Stomp, step
Words spoken like settling mist
Blanketed, kept safe
The storm awoke, embrace
Keen voices rise and fall
Remembrances suffuse the all
This hope breaks the dark dawn
But I’ll hold you close
Soft warmth, beating heart
Butterfly lips, and truths
What words do I speak when all words turn about and about to face towards you
like power lines running beneath the surface carrying me forwards
Dying on the vine for the sound of a voice
But choose and choose again,
You are no passing indulgence or forward desire but vital to all
Just a pill and a show and a soul laid bare
Found alive, at the start, at the end
Of long journeys beginning
I’m having this problem where I can’t write because I’m happy. An envious problem to have but it makes all this noise just a bit harder to pull to signifier. Because the well of black feeling erases under the thought of you. And plans for the long term slam into place like bank vaults but it’ll be a minute before they’ll open. No swift thing, no arrow, no soon over thing. Instead a juggernaut just getting started, focused on an us. But still, my words spill out, only into your ears and not for the wide. I’d sing you aloud and scream to the sky. Reminding the deep blue of times gone by when they were dust and stars together and they were being fed up with the dawn. We are bound and bound by choose and choice and the hard truth a hand in hand, facing a future side by side
I will listen and try to understand
I have health insurance, I’ll add you.
Journey begins with my love of you
I’ll keep you safe while you fly
I understand your desires. We’ll get there.
A book read, a song sung. You.
There is nothing so insidious, so violently wrong, as a person who acts in negative polar opposition to the persona they show in public.
The gregarious kindly man who in private is cold and manipulative. The polite and sincere person who beats their spouse. The person who presents piety and faith but privately builds power and influence to the furtherance of individual goals.
I’m not a perfect man. I have a hidden side. We all do. But if the facade is a conscious manipulation to conceal ones true self, because that true self is destruction, then that is incorrect action.
Concealment of the core self is a coping mechanism for a cruel world. But this is turned on its head, concealment of the core self because the core self is cruel and at a level of selfish cruelty that society would not accept.
Our society describes this as a narcissist or a psychopath. As if labeling it makes it controllable. As if labeling it, makes it treatable. On some level, yes, if caught early enough, systems of thought can be implemented that set up what is and is not allowed by the person in such a way that their mask becomes integral to who they are. But doing so is precarious and not without risk. The risk being the backlash should the mask be ripped away.
At the end of the day, such people are corruption. They subvert people, systems, societies. All to aggrandize their self. They pull you in with beautiful lies then twist until you are slipping away.
Pelgris 