Melancholic cries lay to rest here

A thousand voices reigning down

Bestowed upon every year

The world home for our frowns

Cascading breezes have lifted our voices,

Our hearts have finally called in rejoices.

Ivory and Midnight skin,

Have demanded the air,

Only crying to be seen as a voodoo pin.

Scorched facades to wear,

Has been placed there by the greedy,

Forgetting that we are all that is needed.

Whirling wind begins to form,

Breaking the bark of our tormenting lives,

Illuminating our fury storms,

With an envious ego of prickling hives.

Where our melancholic cries have been put to rest,

After taking the time to see what needed to be addressed.

The plaza is endowed with garments of emerald,

Lives a lulling heartbeat,

Encased with a spindling of ribs refusing to depart,

A universal history resembled.

A meadow engrained with our melodies,

Millions of voices have spoken,

Our own liability has awoken,

Into blossoming buds of remedy.

Human tears have soaked the moss,

Souls entangled in the breeze

Forever lovers trapeze

We have come across,

A home for the lovers

Sometimes a cascading heartbreak

Comes the new daybreak

Will always call sanctions on others.

For a mere plaza engulfed in greenery,

Still lives the harmony of our hearts.

Love always starts

With our universal history.

Knocking at our door,

The grim reaper wept.

There were too many souls,

Crumbling.

Forgetting how to grow old.

Our roof has begun to shamble,

Shattering and splintering,

We fall beneath the rubble,

Reaching an inevitable level.

Continuous haze filtered our view,

Customizable blue light drenched our weary eyes

How can we forget,

The hollowness that struck our community.

Day after day the reaper still knocks,

We are sheltering ourselves inside,

Every nook and cranny filled

With our shuttering bodies, he calls to you.

Hand in hand we rock,

Inspecting the rolling of the tides,

Discovering the tickling of the wind we watch,

The warping of her branches.

As the branches begin to split,

We see the world ahead.

Limitless view of turquoise hue,

Jagged limbs roofing our heads.

Ripening our crinkled skin,

A child dances by,

Her mother in tow, her grip is

about to let go.

A ribbon is seen

Floating downstream

Her color is fading,

Our thoughts are trading.

We have awoken too soon,

To catch such beauty as this turquoise hue,

Delicately framed by generational laughter

Interlacing our fingers dancing in dew.

Here I sit,

Tangled in our hue,

I write my deepest sorrows

Only for you.

Our love will be mistaken,

Often overlooked.

We were never deemed to be lovers

So I leave for you,

Within the margins of our books,

We pass back and forth,

I encrypt my love for you,

Scrawling within every page,

I love you,

I love you,

I love you.

I shelter my yearning for you,

Hidden in the cracks.

For it won't be for another century,

We can demand our love back.

So I write my ode to you,

My lover and best friend.

From the dimples on your cheeks,

To the braids cascading down your back.

Flushed flesh I press my fingertips on,

dresses that hug your hips.

Honey that I taste,

With every kiss.

They will erase us from history,

Burning down our love.

To them our love meant nothing,

Until the new dawn embraces the women I am so fond of.

Born in the grooves of the earth,

Was the man,

Created from dirt.

Splintering from his ribs

Finally, bore women

Glittering in the luminous gold,

embracing the tint of the morning glow.

There is a story untold

Beneath the tongue of god,

For he does not want you to know,

how the truth etched sin in dawn.

Women born from the same dirt,

She spurted her divinity.

Into the shapes of the wind,

Demanding every shadow,

Overturning every stone.

Her mind already engraved,

With scriptures hue.

She has borne the light of the gods,

Same as Adam

Same as you.

Battered down he came,

Reeking of brutality and agony.

Satans weeped,

A plea for truth.

“Come Lilith”

Satan now whimpered human tears,

for we all embrace suffering

all burdening similar tombs.

Within the silken sunshine,

Her wings sprouted.

Every bone creviced from the sky,

Every pore is shown of light

Every whisper is her angel's tune.

She flew through earth edge

Landing in the stars.

Before she made her way south,

To liberty.

Feathering skin of a somber soul

Gripping her thighs tearing a hole

Where all the beauty once laid in her skin

Her halo refusing to dim

Singular soul now nothing but embers

She weeps

She seethes

For the women who once been

Forgetting glimmer is left

Sparkle of who she once could caress

For her soul is not gone

Her body not too old

Her fingers still snapping

Her feet still tapping

Blistering lights of the newest century

Balconies canopying my head

Sirens shake the veins

Empressed into my marrow

May I dream of neon lights and human roar

Deranged within madness and sour to the senses

A bitter whip as a tongue

Scorching venom as her love

The wind rushes past her eyes as the trees dangle below

Inch by inch she creeps to the edge

whipping wind taunting her to hop

Skip

And land into her abyss

As she reaches her hand out daring to caress her wind

She’s snapped back into her chair

Bones cemented into her the wood of her seat

What does she see?

Her husband at work

Gripping the pen

She almost expects it to snap

Rigid spine hunched over an oak desk

Scotch in his hand

Her red lipstick is smudged

A gapping mouth opens

No matter the amount of air she has all she can let go is a squeak

This is utterly madness

Voracious in its matter, tender to its core

Venom.

Mundane caressing of a sinful child

Bearing a weeping angel from her breast

bearing dim sunrises and sunsets

Solid sea settling into mournful whimpers

For with his mighty palms

May he create

For heavens own sake

Angels hymn caressing mortal souls

Don’t underestimate human scorn

Rain floods our hearts

diverting veins

scorching our throats

Dimension enriches us with purity

Forever shifting between preexisting

and how absence hollows

Obsessing flesh felt-tips

We forget to pry open our lids

A havoc heart now in two

overseen by a weeping willow

Forever remembering to bend to her goodbyes