The last of the colours and shades of my world.
April 1st 2009 01:19
Red
The pale light gleams
Across the darkened wood.
Slowly scraping the strings
The hardned bow
It tells it's own story
As the hands it captivates
Floats like wings in gentle breeze.
The cello, the conducter,
The musician, they are the same.
Everyone is but an audience
As the instrument tells it's tale,
Of blood spilt upon the dreaded stone.
A legend of a timeless, creased rose.
The Journey of a lonely creature.
Together the symbols gathered
Only to mean nothing.
But the melody played on.
Still the bow scraped the strings
To a timeless resurrection
And the audience?
They could never understand
The meaning of rebirth.
18/3/09
Levi Siegmann
Blue (tranquility)
I lean over the silent waters
The reflection ever so clear
Even through the blurred ripples.
Neat pressed shirt
Straight edged tie.
I've never looked so elegant
Aside from the look of my face.
The haunted look of the pale dead.
"I'd be rotten to be with," I say out aloud.
"I'd take you rotten," that's something you say.
Would you?
Could you really?
Why would you do
Such an uncentred thing?
And the return... crushing, shocking.
"Because I love you.
And when you love someone
You don't care how they are.
You just want to be with them.
You just take them at their best,
And you damn well take them at their worst
And love them no matter what happens."
And tears so silver
May just flood soon.
Those words... those heavy words
You could never know how hard and sweet they hit.
But the tears will never get past
The chunk in my throat.
Oh, heavy, shameful, exotic feelings.
I think... it takes two to cry in any case.
What do I mean? I could only mean one thing.
I could only weep with arms locked around me
A cage to keep me in... yes,
Just like the cage that I call my heart.
A prison with a barrier to keep me inside.
Otherwise... I'd be swept away
Nothing solid to keep me here...
I'd get washed away...
or something poetic, just like that.
I slowly wish you were holding me
Just to be honest.
But I've made enough wishes to last a lifetime.
And in all my well presented front
I'll follow the procession.
Looking to the icy sky of shredded blue
I follow my casket.
"Farewell dearly undesired," so I say,
"Rest now in your tranquility."
31/3/09
Levi Siegmann
Pearlescent Grey
I saw you I guess,
So full of shades,
Of pearlescent grey.
Those wings that you spread
They were finally clipped.
No longer radiant,
With the burning light
Of the skies in which to soar.
The eyes that gleamed so white
Now covered in a layer of mud.
Where did the spark,
In your moon like countenance fly to?
I could swear you were dead...
Or am I just lifeless to you?
In the rotting shades
Of all that you dress in,
You've never been
Quite so beautiful as this.
But still you look hollow
Like the chasm of myself.
But that can't be the answer,
No, I've deceived myself again.
It's just a lie, no matter how elegant.
You, my faithless angel of reverence,
Yes it is you that is finally dead to me.
31/3/09
Levi Siegmann
Green
I call to you in a quiet whisper,
"Do not fret my precious friend.
The grass over the hill
Is just the same as this I know.
No more luscious, and certainly
It is no more enticing as this.
The grass is the same shade of ash
and the trees are no more.
But I'll tell you what you will find,
Not a land of the dead as I say,
No, it is a whole new field to scrape.
Comb the dirt for something new,
and tell me the names
Of all the flowers that we walk on."
"Well this one is hatred.
This one is loneliness.
This one despair,
And we call this one envy."
Oh green, jealous envy.
We are not the gardeners
We cannot claim this horrid field today.
It is the dead who line the edges,
They plow the fields at night.
The countless figures who stare
With their cold, ancient eyes.
These we call the majority.
Oh yes, this is all society.
31/3/09
Levi Siegmann
Yellow
To think of the sun above,
Evil, burning with hatred.
The single eye,
In the cold, blue, restless sky
That turns our fields to dust.
The shade to be found,
In the fiery pits of hell.
I could almost applaud
The moving, animated sight
Burning, oh soulless burning.
But what does it burn?
What could I possibly mention?
An entire community,
Helpless against
A sea like army of flames.
Or maybe much smaller...
The skin on our bones,
Slowly caressing it.
Licking it to
Our cells own mutation.
But nothing compares
To the worst yet of all...
The sight of a heart
Full of impure love.
Burning for that
Which was too pure to touch.
31/3/09
Levi Siegmann
The pale light gleams
Across the darkened wood.
Slowly scraping the strings
The hardned bow
It tells it's own story
As the hands it captivates
Floats like wings in gentle breeze.
The cello, the conducter,
The musician, they are the same.
Everyone is but an audience
As the instrument tells it's tale,
Of blood spilt upon the dreaded stone.
A legend of a timeless, creased rose.
The Journey of a lonely creature.
Together the symbols gathered
Only to mean nothing.
But the melody played on.
Still the bow scraped the strings
And the audience?
They could never understand
The meaning of rebirth.
18/3/09
Levi Siegmann
Blue (tranquility)
I lean over the silent waters
The reflection ever so clear
Even through the blurred ripples.
Neat pressed shirt
Straight edged tie.
I've never looked so elegant
Aside from the look of my face.
The haunted look of the pale dead.
"I'd be rotten to be with," I say out aloud.
"I'd take you rotten," that's something you say.
Would you?
Could you really?
Why would you do
Such an uncentred thing?
And the return... crushing, shocking.
"Because I love you.
And when you love someone
You don't care how they are.
You just want to be with them.
You just take them at their best,
And you damn well take them at their worst
And love them no matter what happens."
And tears so silver
May just flood soon.
Those words... those heavy words
You could never know how hard and sweet they hit.
But the tears will never get past
The chunk in my throat.
Oh, heavy, shameful, exotic feelings.
What do I mean? I could only mean one thing.
I could only weep with arms locked around me
A cage to keep me in... yes,
Just like the cage that I call my heart.
A prison with a barrier to keep me inside.
Otherwise... I'd be swept away
Nothing solid to keep me here...
I'd get washed away...
or something poetic, just like that.
I slowly wish you were holding me
Just to be honest.
But I've made enough wishes to last a lifetime.
And in all my well presented front
I'll follow the procession.
Looking to the icy sky of shredded blue
I follow my casket.
"Farewell dearly undesired," so I say,
"Rest now in your tranquility."
31/3/09
Levi Siegmann
Pearlescent Grey
I saw you I guess,
So full of shades,
Of pearlescent grey.
Those wings that you spread
They were finally clipped.
No longer radiant,
With the burning light
Of the skies in which to soar.
The eyes that gleamed so white
Now covered in a layer of mud.
Where did the spark,
In your moon like countenance fly to?
I could swear you were dead...
Or am I just lifeless to you?
In the rotting shades
Of all that you dress in,
You've never been
Quite so beautiful as this.
But still you look hollow
Like the chasm of myself.
But that can't be the answer,
No, I've deceived myself again.
It's just a lie, no matter how elegant.
You, my faithless angel of reverence,
Yes it is you that is finally dead to me.
31/3/09
Levi Siegmann
Green
I call to you in a quiet whisper,
"Do not fret my precious friend.
The grass over the hill
Is just the same as this I know.
No more luscious, and certainly
It is no more enticing as this.
The grass is the same shade of ash
and the trees are no more.
But I'll tell you what you will find,
Not a land of the dead as I say,
No, it is a whole new field to scrape.
Comb the dirt for something new,
and tell me the names
Of all the flowers that we walk on."
"Well this one is hatred.
This one is loneliness.
This one despair,
And we call this one envy."
Oh green, jealous envy.
We are not the gardeners
We cannot claim this horrid field today.
It is the dead who line the edges,
They plow the fields at night.
The countless figures who stare
With their cold, ancient eyes.
These we call the majority.
Oh yes, this is all society.
31/3/09
Levi Siegmann
Yellow
To think of the sun above,
Evil, burning with hatred.
The single eye,
In the cold, blue, restless sky
That turns our fields to dust.
The shade to be found,
In the fiery pits of hell.
I could almost applaud
The moving, animated sight
Burning, oh soulless burning.
But what does it burn?
What could I possibly mention?
An entire community,
Helpless against
A sea like army of flames.
Or maybe much smaller...
The skin on our bones,
Slowly caressing it.
Licking it to
Our cells own mutation.
But nothing compares
To the worst yet of all...
The sight of a heart
Full of impure love.
Burning for that
Which was too pure to touch.
31/3/09
Levi Siegmann
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