Canadiana

So I'm just sitting here watching these. Such a blast from childhood, if you're Canadian. ("Burnt toast! Doctor, I can smell burnt toast!")

Great way of learning a little about Canadian history, if you're not.

nothing can I feel, longing for your touch

( a long winter's... meme XD )

::: Your Salvation :::

in painful indifference
how often this heart is broken
too much yet still not enough
there is no difference

the bullet thought
shattered me, scattered
I found myself in my remains

tower of wooden blocks
your pieces are greater
than my whole ever was
spread me across the floor

mouth open, eyes closed
there is your world
your silence down my throat
I hate your salvation
it was my cross to carry

the firing squad removed
while I was only blindfolded
never gained earned death

trembling whispers shake me
prayers redeeming redemption
broken stone gods in the sky
horses painted on the hills

copper for your thoughts
and silver for the soul
betray myself before you

she who prevails has not won
victory is wounded and torn
in love with her vanity fallen
dress tattered, collapsing

gunshot through the head
dark eyes spread wild
body twitches into existance
and gasps for breath

blood spatters into wings
shadow a memory of the wall
stumbling into resurrection

::: Sister King :::

your god is golden
ancient sky creator
while mine are defeated
fornicating in the dirt

eternally similar
green gods, never the same
what label for a shape
they know who we are

in name we are none
but sisters heart and heart
mouth and ear, hand and cheek
spider thin change of pace

passion is strength that kills
and desire cunning weakness
it was my death that found you

Tanatos brought me to you
my great lord bowed between us
granting you my sin of words

a parade of secrets
kissing eye to eye to voice
but hands say more in passing
taking from your needs

sister, stand up! sing out!
be vanity's voice unreasoned
I shall love you as my moon

declare yourself greater
for great king I see you
valiant commander of words
order them to the grave

victory's dawn only rises
over memory's tombstone
farewell, sir night
may you always be a lady

the words of a drunken man struck 5 to midnight

I have a sudden strong urge to watch The Stand. No, I don't know why I feel like watching a 6 hour movie about the end of the world. But I do want to watch. I don't even have the book here with me to read. D: (Although the ending of the book is infinitely better, as are certain plotlines within it, the movie is still pretty fab in this case.)


Also? I've been writing poetry madly today. So apologies to anyone who has my writing journal friended that I've put up a couple today already and will be posting the rest through the week.