For anyone who is interested (and has the patience) and for the sake of cohesion I have collated the previous nine pieces:
Mary
The sacrifice is on the table,
The gift I would lay down,
To dive into your ocean
Be swallowed by your swell.
But deep within your soul,
I feel rejection rise,
Taste the words from your mouth
Of unholy unworthiness.
Am I too pure, too perfect,
If only you knew,
How earth-held pleasures
Rise up within me.
I catch the tear as it slips,
Feel your touch at my feet,
But what words can I find
To unlock the truths?
What words can I find,
To show you the man,
Without the walls of your world
Coming crashing down?
Mother Ambition
Look at me now
Eyes blinded by pride
Stand tall amongst
Your allies
And shield yourself
From truth.
Your creation stands
Before the desperate fall
And voices cry
To feel the words
You could never
Form.
Does the image
Make the man so
Understated I stand
Arms asunder
Face so torn
From pleading.
And did I disappoint
From child to man
I fell
Drowned in expectation
Desire to do
Your will.
Yet still they cry
Fuelled by your love
Your folly
The time I lost
I cannot set
Them free.
And look at me now
Eyes blinded by tears
Wept solely
For me
The failures of men
Your pride.
Wooden Hands
Knotted fingers work their skill
Sculpting nature’s giants,
As passion flows through hands
Designed to make things new.
Hematic flow from skin to grain
Rekindles life anew,
This touch like cryptesthesia
Animation from the dead.
And now you try to steal this love
To touch another’s flesh,
To breathe life within a kiss
And raise an amaranthine army.
These hands show dried and lifeless
Now splintered from mis-use,
Cut from weeping saplings
And drowned in blood of men.
Comatose
In catatonic catacombs you lay
As motionless as the temple,
Rising, monolithic, overshadowing,
Watching, guarding each mortal move.
Silent as the sermon’s words
Falling hollow from mouths,
Distorted by power, passionless,
Detached, unhinged, obsessed.
Led beyond the wailing
Imploring desperate eyes,
Hands as twisted as my psyche,
Grasping, indign, at flakes of faith.
Shallow chest, no sound no breath
Shroud pulled down from pallid lips,
My words, no meaning,
Crumble as they fall.
Moments crawl across the stone
I stretch a hand to leave,
A twitch, a blink; a rattled gasp,
In that misfortuned pause.
My feet fail as you stir
I have no place to go,
We walk as one, the jinx is broke,
Fate, it seems, is blind.
Sermon
If you would let your
Smothered ears listen,
And hear the words that spew
Like fire from my heart,
Wrenched like flesh from
Somewhere buried deep
Deep beneath the consciousness
That rises from the ground.
Let them settle
Grow within your mind,
At last to realise
That this curse that falls on you
Falls from another’s hand,
Take this severance
Permission to be, to leave
And not to cling to servitude.
In Love With You
This is the reason
That I came here
And suffered
At their hands.
The reason that
I stayed here
And followed
Scriptures road.
This is the passion
That flows in me
The blood and
Sweat and fear.
At times to see no
Other but you
My hope my
Life my fare.
And was I blinded
Eyes scarred to see
Eclipsed from truth
Meant for me?
Fell so far from grace
Another hand
Lost to me
In your eye.
This is the reason
I stayed for you
Impure
Love you knew.
The touch, your tear
The one I knew
A kiss of
Death from you.
A Final Feast
Take this bread
And break my bones
The suffering of a man.
Don’t drown yourself
As the wine is passed
But read me if you can.
I don’t want my
Words to touch you
Leaving inspiration.
Find your own path
There is no other
No promised nation.
In your heart
There is the spark
A door to make things new.
So take this bread
All I can give
And to your heart be true.
And you, my love
Will leave for me
And give to me my peace.
The Last Visit
And all of this is still to come,
You say with sharp and twisted tongue,
And set out scenes before the sky,
To bring salt water to dead eyes.
This hate, these lies, a swarming plague,
Reach out eternal in my sway,
Vitriolic fields of fire,
Single souls who walk the wire.
Reveal to me hopeless despair,
From those who chose too much to care,
And those who lay down in my name,
Wilful suffering for my shame.
And now you split the clouds with war,
Angelic host who keep the score,
And who will rise to heaven above,
And who will take the sacred cloth?
Then from another’s point of view,
You lift this faith with arms askew,
To shackle souls whose will will sink,
As from the sacred cup they drink.
Perception blurred, they walk again,
To find anomalies in men,
And raise the banner of belief,
A cut too deep to gain relief.
I search my voice and try to cry,
The road you show, it is not mine,
But what remains is your soft smile,
I cannot change this life must die.
And as you fade your arms are lost,
I cannot calculate this cost,
But you misunderstood my time,
Your name will bleed in time with mine.
Through My Eyes
Can you see how I’m pinned
Wear my heart on my sleeve
Bloodied and wearied
Down on my knees.
Can you sense this life wane
Feel the guilt in your core
Flow free like the wine
I’ll give no more.
Can you feel these tears burn
See the truth through my eye
Cold now as marble
Not asking why.
Can you see past this time
To dead futures to come
Reach out in regret
Know what you’ve done.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019
