The clothes in my closet by all-in-mail, literature
Literature
The clothes in my closet
Come out and play in sand and snow.
Come in and carve a face that glows.
Go out and sing and tell and show.
Go in to make the dieing slow.
Hang up the hooks and wires and lines,
Crive to be more real this time.
Enhance the act with glitter and heel,
Or cleats that dig or rubber that squeals.
Lid the laughs and close the doors,
Still, iambic feet peek through the drawers.
Puls the bags down over my eyes
To drown the way the carpet lies.
Throw the sheets on over the chairs,
And leave by walking down the stares.
Fold up the cover; it's all you'll find.
The day is done, lets wash the rind.
Come out and play in snow and sand.
Come
I dreamed a day of harmony,
Of body and of mind.
Where the two are separate now,
There both were intertwined.
I dreamed the you were are you are;
With out masks and with out guile.
I dreamed I saw you standing bare,
Wearing nothing but your smile.
Once upon a time long ago,
We walked among the trees through the snow.
Down we went--the hills were so steep.
I think of this as I watch you sleep.
I warned, I warned myself many times;
The things you did, you beauty, your crimes.
But did I heed? I think that you know.
I gave myself away in the snow.
I ran to you with arms open wide,
But didn't see the knife in your side.
My embrace, it drove the knife deeper still.
I cry now as I'm smothered by guilt.
And though I knew it deepened your pain.
In greed I drews from you once again.
Where once I held your hand in my own,
I walk among the trees through the snow.
Lack of air strains my chest,
I cant breathe, I cant fight...
But then who would want to
With those hands on their tights.
With my nails scraping brick,
I come up for air,
And he stops and he breathes
Down my neck, through my hair.
Now my nails dig against
His skin and he moans.
The sound strokes my ear
And curls down to my toes.
I play into his hands
As I arc, but my cry
Catches on the spikes
Of my climax, and dies.
My nerve endings hum
And I open my eyes.
Hes biting his lip as
His hands stoke my thighs.
I cant hold myself up.
My knees twitch and buckle.
With a grin, my eyes close,
And I feel hi
Wherever I go I see red,
I feel fire,
Not warm, loving blazes,
But brimstone and gall.
The distaste I can feel
Then fills with ire;
I want to stop their cold gazes
one and for all.
But wherever I go I find love;
Kindred passion;
Many share my frustration--
Theyve been burned by the flames.
Yet they stop me, my kinsmen
From accomplishing anything.
They just sit on theyre asses;
Look for someone to blame.
They tell me I dont understand
Their oppression,
But Bloody Hell!
Dont they know I feel it too?!
Those dumb fucks have rules,
And make clubs
and exclude those
Who could make a difference,
And ch
Fine, divine and valentine,
Together make a common rhyme.
But what about the word "confine"?
Does that ring bells, my valentine?
I love you, yes, and you love me.
Together we should always be.
But the "divine" (you know the one)
The Spirit, Father and Holy Son.
Those preachers, they have told us "no!",
And said "Your love you must forgo."
But don't despair,
My siren fair,
For we can make a choice.
We can oppose their narrow minds,
I'll speak out; you raise your voice.
Love is sweet and love is fine.
One day they will see.
Confine will not rhyme with valentine,
And mine you'll always be.
There is
a quote.
It says
that "Life
begets life.
Energy
creates energy.
Only
by spending
oneself
can one
become rich."
That will work
only if
others are
also willing
to spend.
For, then,
at what cost
have you frittered
yourself
away?
Life ends life.
Heat
will eventually
disperse.
And you,
have just
spent
your last
cent.
Here, I can be.
Here, in the darkness, I can float.
Here, in the solitude of my mind, I can pretend.
Here, in the safety of my loneliness, I can tell the truth.
Here, where the feelings of others do not matter, I can thrive.
Here, with my thoughts for company, I can think.
Here, I can conceal, like so many cursed jewels, the facets of my being.
Here, in the darkness.
Here, I am.
Here, I can be.
Here, in the darkness, I can float.
Here, in the solitude of my mind, I can pretend.
Here, in the safety of my loneliness, I can tell the truth.
Here, where the feelings of others do not matter, I can thrive.
Here, with my thoughts for company, I can think.
Here, I can conceal, like so many cursed jewels, the facets of my being.
Here, in the darkness.
Here, I am.
There is
a quote.
It says
that "Life
begets life.
Energy
creates energy.
Only
by spending
oneself
can one
become rich."
That will work
only if
others are
also willing
to spend.
For, then,
at what cost
have you frittered
yourself
away?
Life ends life.
Heat
will eventually
disperse.
And you,
have just
spent
your last
cent.
Fine, divine and valentine,
Together make a common rhyme.
But what about the word "confine"?
Does that ring bells, my valentine?
I love you, yes, and you love me.
Together we should always be.
But the "divine" (you know the one)
The Spirit, Father and Holy Son.
Those preachers, they have told us "no!",
And said "Your love you must forgo."
But don't despair,
My siren fair,
For we can make a choice.
We can oppose their narrow minds,
I'll speak out; you raise your voice.
Love is sweet and love is fine.
One day they will see.
Confine will not rhyme with valentine,
And mine you'll always be.
Wherever I go I see red,
I feel fire,
Not warm, loving blazes,
But brimstone and gall.
The distaste I can feel
Then fills with ire;
I want to stop their cold gazes
one and for all.
But wherever I go I find love;
Kindred passion;
Many share my frustration--
Theyve been burned by the flames.
Yet they stop me, my kinsmen
From accomplishing anything.
They just sit on theyre asses;
Look for someone to blame.
They tell me I dont understand
Their oppression,
But Bloody Hell!
Dont they know I feel it too?!
Those dumb fucks have rules,
And make clubs
and exclude those
Who could make a difference,
And ch
Lack of air strains my chest,
I cant breathe, I cant fight...
But then who would want to
With those hands on their tights.
With my nails scraping brick,
I come up for air,
And he stops and he breathes
Down my neck, through my hair.
Now my nails dig against
His skin and he moans.
The sound strokes my ear
And curls down to my toes.
I play into his hands
As I arc, but my cry
Catches on the spikes
Of my climax, and dies.
My nerve endings hum
And I open my eyes.
Hes biting his lip as
His hands stoke my thighs.
I cant hold myself up.
My knees twitch and buckle.
With a grin, my eyes close,
And I feel hi
Once upon a time long ago,
We walked among the trees through the snow.
Down we went--the hills were so steep.
I think of this as I watch you sleep.
I warned, I warned myself many times;
The things you did, you beauty, your crimes.
But did I heed? I think that you know.
I gave myself away in the snow.
I ran to you with arms open wide,
But didn't see the knife in your side.
My embrace, it drove the knife deeper still.
I cry now as I'm smothered by guilt.
And though I knew it deepened your pain.
In greed I drews from you once again.
Where once I held your hand in my own,
I walk among the trees through the snow.
I dreamed a day of harmony,
Of body and of mind.
Where the two are separate now,
There both were intertwined.
I dreamed the you were are you are;
With out masks and with out guile.
I dreamed I saw you standing bare,
Wearing nothing but your smile.