Pitted Roots

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His eyes the pitted roots

Pinned like a steeple

Beneath the fearful soil

Watching as the cracks began to grow

Their snake path trails

Lost too soon

Beneath the baking sun

Its twisted kiss reaching out

Like the first birdsong of summer

Its death-winter words

Masked behind the sweetness

Its melodious hum

Rising from the fallen ash

Dreams like smoldering flakes of paper

Flicker brief eye shadows

Burst like wishes in the light

Invisible they slink back between the cracks

Dust-filled shoes trace marks upon the sandstone

Weather-worn features carved smooth

Like the drowned as they slide

With graceful elegance beneath the waves

Hands puffed soft

Like a newborn babe already dead

Eyes innocence wide

With knowledge of every unwritten word

Wishing for things that could not be

A second sight that withers falls

Like death-head petals

Velvet-soft caressing cheeks

Their stain blood-brown upon our skins

The mark of the condemned

Silent executioners move within us

Haunting the places we call home

Biding their time until we no longer feel

The pain

Our eyes in resignation raised

To see between the cracks

Too late to pull

Our pitted root souls.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018

 

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The Best That You Knew

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I saw the rise of the Sun

And the fall of the Moon,

I saw your heads split open

Trying to silence their tune,

I heard the rush of your voice

And the power of your song,

I heard the words whispered low

Behind the hands of the strong,

 

I saw the candles at night

The fire that burned inside,

I saw the blankets of fear

Breakers against the tide,

I felt the blood on my hands

The taste of the tears that you spilled,

I felt the guilt of my Sex

Losing the heart we had killed.

 

I saw the skin fall away

A carcass of blood and bone,

I saw the symbols you bore

A child that nobody could own,

I was the hope that we burned

The drowning days out of my hands,

I was the best that you knew

A failing hope lost in the sand.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018

 

Slowly

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He bends slowly,

Kneels, with the grace of earlier years

Lost behind him,

Shuffles to the floor,

No longer shy

Of the days that he has seen,

Crosses himself with fingers

Worn to the bone,

Withered skin wrinkled

The scars of things

No-one else could know,

And thoughts turn

Like a ferris wheel grown old,

Rusted at the elbow,

Tired now of reaching up

And grasping only the disappointment

Of the crash,

Tearing at the sky

And feeding only the salted sea

With tears that dropped like feathers,

Waiting for the page to turn,

The wish to turn to truth,

The voice to speak his name,

He bends and sinks,

Half composed, half falling,

To the floor,

Hopes that his movements have been seen,

Been captured in the eyes

Of someone he cannot see,

And not slipped, unnoticed,

Between fingers grown arthritic

Through abandonment and regret,

He crosses himself again,

Head bowed,

Brought low by the burdens

Of those he had known,

Wishing now that his words would be heard,

That time would don its darkened cloak

And slip between the frame,

The doorway he had left ajar,

And wield its sharpened blade,

He bends slowly,

Kneels and crosses himself,

And sighs.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018

 

Heart Out

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When words like fire,

Burn into my soul,

I lose myself,

Can’t seem to keep control,

Intentions hang,

From a gallows pole,

And love is blurred,

Eyes blackened by kohl.

 

When reasons fail,

Feelings pushed aside,

Leaves a bitter taste,

Where something died,

And all the things,

That we ever shared,

Broken shattered,

Like no-one cared.

 

Though it tears my heart out,

You know it tears my heart out,

Every day.

Yes it tears my heart out,

Nails it to an old tree,

For you to wear.

 

When shadows fall,

On the bleeding ground,

And voices scream,

Without a sound,

And days all merge,

An unholy night,

The black dog howls,

Drowns out the light.

 

When silence rings,

Like a broken bell,

And four walls hold you,

Like a cell,

And all the things,

That you ever said,

Come back to life,

Inside your head.

 

Though it tears my heart out,

You know it tears my heart out,

Every day.

Yes it tears my heart out,

Nails it to an old tree,

For you to wear.

 

When the ghosts you thought,

You’d lain to rest,

Grow stronger now,

Within your chest,

And the visions that,

You thought were dead,

Echo louder now,

Inside your head.

 

When words like fire,

Leave a bitter track,

There’s no way out,

And no way back,

And all the time,

We’d tried to change,

There’s no chance now,

To rearrange.

 

Though it tears my heart out,

You know it tears my heart out,

Every day.

Yes it tears my heart out,

Nails it to an old tree,

For you to wear.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018

 

Clear Water

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The pressure’s on

Can’t feel it crack,

A thousand reasons

Won’t look back,

The weight of days

Can’t hold them all,

Can’t let them go

To see them fall.

 

Take me down

Oh, take me down now,

Take me down to where,

The water’s clear,

A place where we can breathe,

A place where we can be,

A place where everything,

Is how it ought to be.

 

I walk these streets

Beneath the moon,

Can’t find the answers

Lost too soon,

No one watching

From up above,

No retribution

In kid glove.

 

I can’t show it

If you can’t see,

A promised world that’s

Not to be,

And I can’t hold

All this for you,

If all you have’s

A heart so blue.

 

Take me down

Oh, take me down now,

Take me down to where,

The water’s clear,

A place where we can breathe,

A place where we can be,

A place where everything,

Is how it ought to be.

 

The pressure’s on

Can’t see it drop,

A thousand reasons

Not to stop,

The weight of days

I’ll keep them here,

And with a smile

Erase the fear.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018

 

Embrace

MORALITY PARK

He follows you, silent
Gliding, dark-cloaked, invisible
As whispering eddies in the night.
Through streets shrouded
In simple shadows, and light
As pallid as the Sun in winter
Kissed skies.
Across cobble and path,
Through doorways abandoned
As cold as hoar-frost mornings
Creeping tentacles brushing
A shoulder of flame.
In ancient corners, windowless
Led deep within a labyrinth moon,
A face forms shapes melts
Features upon your flesh,
A windless sea carries call to home
Acceptance sighs to welcome.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018

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Like I Do

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Show me,

I want you to show me,

Hold me,

I want you to hold me,

I want you to teach me,

How you feel.

 

Touch me,

I want you to touch me,

Tell me,

I want you to tell me,

I want you to show me

What you’ve seen.

 

I wish I could see,

I wish I could see,

I wish I could see

Things like you do,

I wish I believed,

I wish I believed,

I wish I believed

In things like you.

 

Take me,

I want you to take me,

Fill me,

I want you to fill me,

I want you to let me

See such things.

 

Feel me,

I want you to feel me,

Grow me,

I want you to grow me,

I want you to make me

Live in you.

 

I wish I could see,

I wish I could see,

I wish I could see

Things like you do,

I wish I believed,

I wish I believed,

I wish I believed

In things like you.

 

Hear you,

I wish I could hear you,

Feel you,

I wish I could feel you,

I wish I could know the

Things you know.

 

Know you,

I wanted to know you,

Hold you,

I wanted to hold you,

I wanted to show you

All I know.

 

I wish you had seen,

I wish you had seen,

I wish you had seen

Things like I do,

I wish you believed,

I wish you believed,

I wish you believed

In things like me.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018

Here in the Heat

MORALITY PARK

Here in the heat

All bodies are lost

No room for the vain

No fear anymore,

Down on the floor

In the diamonds and dust

Distorted truths fail

And lies bear their soul,

Space counts the distance

Marked by your hours

No time for the chosen

Who drown in the sand,

Rise like a phoenix

To burn in the Sun

I’ve bathed in your tears

Can’t feel any more,

Chance now to move

Take control again

To shed all the secrets

Like aging dead skin,

Dance in the heat

No care for the days

Which burn into one

No fear anymore,

Dance in the heat

All bodies are lost

No room for the truth

Can’t feel anymore.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018

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Monument

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We’ll build a monument to who we are,

Pack all we own and board a fast car,

We’ll leave our mark in tracks upon the road,

And throw away the things that we were told.

We’ll build our legacy in glass and stone,

And swear to silent gods we call it home,

But never turn and never look behind,

At promises we made to be that kind.

And were the castles that we built on sand?

The dreams we took meant for another’s hands?

As effigies grow taller by the day,

And all we see behind our eyes grows grey.

The mirrors steal the souls we never had,

And our capacity for good turns bad,

But still we build and sow and sow and build,

And empty hearts we hold are never filled.

Distorted truths the way we kill the time,

To make the scenes we paint all fit the rhyme,

And as we kneel before our saviour’s face,

We give ourselves one final loving grace.

And still we build our monuments so high,

A sign to all that we will never die,

We’ll leave our mark in tracks upon the sand,

But turn our eyes from actions of dead hand.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018

 

A Ghost to Haunt

MORALITY PARK

I am the name you never said,

The one who slips from bed to bed,

The favoured book you never read,

A constant doubt within your head.

I am the cross upon your door,

The creeping root beneath the floor,

The tortured dress you never wore,

An icy vein that will not thaw.

I am the word you never spoke,

The mirror’s face behind its smoke,

The frozen time behind night’s cloak,

A laugh too late to catch the joke.

I am the time you never planned,

The days that slipped out of your hand,

The rusted icon on the stand,

An effigy on broken land.

I am the cry at dead of night,

The splintered dream lost in mid-flight,

The falling bird that knows its plight,

A final line you could not write.

I am the bridge you could not cross,

The path below grown old with moss,

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