~~Memories~~

I close my eyes--
I take one step,
I hold my hands out
to the fading sky.
I take a breath--
I lose my voice,
I turn away with prayers
doomed to die.
Silver and irony,
blood red
and pain,
hold to the hope
it won't happen again;
silver and silksteel,
scarred
and afraid,
whispers and promises
broken,
remade.

Time cruel,
unending;
praying
for change--
spread bladed wings
to the sky.
So cold,
unbending;
hope feels
so strange. . .
memories
destined to die.

I lose my way--
I break away,
I wish for just one chance
to set things right.
I share your fear--
I hold your hand,
I know we need each other
through the night.
Gold and indifference,
bitter blue
songs,
broken-eyed saviours
made suddenly wrong;
gold and remembrance,
born
in despair,
reaching for something
imagined,
not there.

So cruel,
unending;
we prayed
for a change--
and spread bladed wings
to the sky.
Time cold,
unbending;
hope felt
so strange. . .
like memories
destined to die.

I don't want to run,
I don't want to fight. . .

I turn my back--
I toss aside,
I walk into the
screaming sun.
I flee the war--
I hide my soul,
I take a faithless leap
and run.
Bronze and a heartbreak,
crying grey
shame,
burning and bleeding
and placing the blame;
bronze and cruel vengeance,
the rain
shattered sky,
eyes blind and seeking
some truth,
or a lie.

Strange and
unending;
a prayer
for change--
to spread bladed wings
to the sky.
Eyes cold,
unbending;
where hope feels
so strange. . .
in memories
destined to die.

I can't keep on hiding,
it doesn't feel right. . .

I leave my hopes--
I start to run,
I have to reach you one
more time.
I have no choice--
I cannot watch,
I know indifference
is a crime.
Copper and callous,
black staining
hands,
from crimes that the heart
cannot hear;
Copper cold logic
and static-strained dreams,
forgiveness forgotten
in tears.

To cruelty,
unending;
we prayed
for change--
we spread bladed wings
to the sky.
Their eyes cold,
unbending;
and hope sounds
so strange. . .
to our memories
destined to die.

Brass bladed agony,
whitened
with rage,
battered and crushed
to the back of the cage;
brass faith and hopelessness,
eyes scarred and sealed,
clinging to something
like life,
and unreal.

We wake up screaming,
scared and crying,
You never forget
that old fear.
Dreams of losing,
slowly dying,
feels
like bladed wings
that hold you near. . .

Time cruel,
unending;
no hope
for change--
why spread bladed wings
to the sky?
So cold,
unbending;
and hope feels
so strange. . .
when memories are
destined to die.

The dream
too unending;
a nightmare
of change--
and bladed wings tear
down the sky.
Heart left cold,
unbending;
hope hollow
and strange. . .
and you wish all
the memories
would die.

Time cold
cruel
unending,
I'm down on my knees,
steel bladed wings
spread
to the sky.
Prayers
unbending,
and begging God please . . .
to let all these memories
die.


~(c)5/01 The Mad Poet (A.K. LaBelle)