bleeding into the dirt

Wrapping the wire

                Pinching the skin, it bleeds

Smells so sweet, and reminds me of the future

                                Or the past when I bled for tomorrow

Twisting it tighter, I believe I just might find

                The day when I wake and it does not storm

Falling with its grey skies cloaking me in mystery disguise

                And I feel like I have shed like the birch, rolled up

                                N floating down the river, it froths

And turns me about, upside down and inside out

                                Then a hellacious roar crashes in the distance

           Calling to me whispering something bout dreams

           Lying to me that they don’t come true

Thankfully I still sit here with the wire wrapped round my skin

                                Enjoying the barbs and their threat to cleave me through

           Through to the bone

                           Where those memories they roam

Crying all those tears to flood the world, reminding me about the love that is true

                                Waiting for me at the end of the storm, when the air is fresh

           And the skies clear

But then I realize I am still bound up here, twisting this wire here

                                Round n round tighter and tighter

Yah tho the pain doth it hurt, ooh doth it hurt, bleeding into the dirt

                                And god whispers something bout dust to dust

           And my words right here they rust

And crawl right back inside of me, twisting my boyish face

                                Destroying my esteem, confusing me here on this place

                           Where I bleed on the wire

Thinking there is something twisted bout this, how I enjoy this bound up state

           Cause this is the place where I feel safest

Secure, a little blood can offer its cure,

                                But I don’t wanna bleed out, cause the sickness that is me

           Wants to see what today doth bring

                           And deep inside there is this song

That I am waiting to learn how to sing

                                Maybe I will craft this wire into a ring

           And sing

                           And sing

A song of long gone heartbroken

                                Long gone heartbroken

                           Yea it doth hurt

Bleeding into the dirt…

                               

Reviews

[Erotic Goddess]

Or the past when I bled for tomorrow

You've been gone a long time, and are back with a bang it would appear. This was rife with imagery that sticks to the mind, and lines that wrap around the tongue like velvet. I had to read it out loud to appreciate the rhythm, but damn, this is amazing.

A state of mind perfectly described, leaves me thinking...which a great piece of writing should.

Thanks,
EG

[C. Harter Amos]

Enjoyed reading your poetry again after so long. It looks, reads, and sounds different. True evolution of John Sweet. Loved the lines "...deep inside there is this song that I am waiting to learn how to sing."