::: Puppet Tree :::

puppet, puppet
but my strings are cut
no one holds me up
flop and fold
I won't hold still
why won't you say you know me?

that was our past
crumbling
like so many pretty faces
but mine remains painted
to thrill you
or is it for my own sake?

no gaudy costume
or lace was enough
my doll's lips
permanently pouting
since that's how you carved me
did you realize?

I tried to live
in your image
but if you aren't tugging
all my strings
I fall
but isn't that how you wanted it?

clay lips do not part
nor wooden eyes see
they cannot
instead I rotted
decayed to mulch
why didn't you name me worm's meat?

puppet, puppet
that I was but no more
I am returned to earth
I did not stay
where you left me
did you think I'd grow to a tree?

::: Modern Swordplay :::

I can't recall his voice
that bothers me
I used to know it
better than my own
and now I don't remember
it was you that helped me to let go
but you distract me from living
please stop

though quite stylish
your blue warpaint
doesn't fit my modern swordplay
even if it is edged with stars
silver shining on rugged earth
biting down
eloquence surrendered to raw drive
and distant throbbing urges

made all too real
by the sound of your voice
I'll dance
to the rhythm of your breath
so long as you're honest
and lie
that you love me
I'm content with that song

::: 3 p.m. :::

a cool afternoon breeze
slips through the screen
rattles the bamboo wind chime
hung above the window

clouds pass backwards
through the open sky
but still I see
the sun's dear glow

a familiar song echoes
through the depths of my skull
releasing space
making room for freedom

no chains could hold me today
not even demands of love
this is forever
and it makes me whole

::: Repetition :::

your starlit night
twinkles
onto my bloodstained snow
ancient and sore

but green and good
I want you
to live inside me
please get into my head

oh, joyful corpse!
oh, radiant song!
repetition
is a power you should fear

small, poignant pricks
of daring light
I accept them every time
even as they burn me

gray eyes
frozen with blue
piercingly calm and dear
terrifyingly necessary

melting beneath the pain
of loving you
reflecting your light
between my shadows

mingling, tinged
painted with hot life
cooling slowly
reshaping my shallow destiny

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