You step onto the dew-drenched grass
Your mind is clear, your heart is full
Raindrops sidle on your face
The day begins to kiss you
The dawn, your song, a melody
So sweet, so simple,
Gallops, gallant, through the streets
Of climbing clouds of crystal
I stand alone along the square
Anguish languishes affairs
Anger lingers, strange despair
The taste of blood, a pang, a dare,
Hang to dry your dead desire
Hang to die your loving fire
A dead end road
Where none can preach
It can't be found
If paths you seek
You never meant to be there
You don't know how to leave
A silhouette walks toward you
It breathes, it reeks, it seeps
Desperation fills the void
Where once was joy and light
Revert to childhood again
Thrash and shout and cry
Alone you stand
As stalking forth
Comes the dark figure
The moon is high
The air is chilled
Death shall yet demure
What detour brought me here
To see this sight grotesque?
What pain begets the breach of self
That leads to leaves upset, of Set?
I know this road,
and I blame her...
But as the luring claws of night
Close around my throat
I know that it was my fault
I ever set foot on this road
Heartbreak Boulevard
Posted by Prester John Wednesday, May 20, 2009 at 8:07 PM
Thought Stained by Memory
Posted by Prester John at 7:01 PM
Wedding bells ringing on the day of my birth
Heard another soldier is buried in the earth
Death is swift when it's cool and clean
Never did figure what it all means
Thunder licks the boots of the lakeside tree
Spoken too soon is my reverie
Pictures painted perfect in the Monday breeze
Hurdling through chairs like I'm Damocles
I can't stop thinking
No,
I can't stop thinking
No,
I can't stop thinking
Wander into bars where the demons crawl
Couldn't hear your voice and my heart's too small
A melody dies on a woman's lips
Rhythm pours out from her sideways hips
Firstborn children of the godless sons
It hurts more deeply than a thousand guns
Married and buried by the time I'm grown
Too late now because my mind's my own
I can't stop thinking
No,
I can't stop thinking
No,
I can't stop thinking
The savior pulled himself from his broken cast
First comes the thirst and the flask comes last
Skeletons dance on the broken doorstep
I turn in the desert and take one more step
A lifetime ago all I needed was you
But a lifetime has passed and we are through
Watch as the pendulum swings away
Watch me walk out of this life today
I can't stop thinking
No,
I can't stop thinking
No,
I can't stop thinking
About you
Divinity Rejects the Mortal Flesh
Posted by Prester John Tuesday, May 19, 2009 at 11:22 PM
Today we came untangled
Frayed at all our seams
The earth bereaved in flames
The sky, the sky, it bleeds
The thunderclap, Juno's call,
The dancing demons in my heart,
Satin sheets and Satan speaks
The night, the night, it seeps
Ashen creed and godly greed
The mouth of Chronus chews
Apostles hang on crosses, bare
The priest, the priest, he weeps
It was all a dream
Posted by Prester John Sunday, May 17, 2009 at 10:11 PM
Keyboards washing over
Shores of sandy maybes
A breeze begins to saunter
Trapped inside of Hades
Wonder what you're doing
Can't say if I trust you
Not that you don't like me
But is that enough to
Justify this lockbox
I put my heart inside of
You know what you need now
Let me know tonight if
Only I could touch you
Let our spirits mingle
Silent, seeking something
Simple, never single
Is this how I'm meant to feel?
The Awakening
Posted by Prester John Friday, May 8, 2009 at 12:04 AM
Her spirit moves between the bricks
Past the steely hair of businessmen
Her eyes, like glowing coals, but blue
Her scarlet locks of hair tumble
Onto her sideways grin
A glass of wine, Merlot, I think
With poise she sips, slow, slow
An old projector plays a film
Together, laughing, yelping joy
Alone in all the darkness
Hoofbeats, like thunder, hurry past
I'm lost within a haze of love
My heart, with shades of reverence
Rob my pen of all its words
I struggle with expression
My tongue is tangled
My teeth are tattered
My mind is melted
And never have I been happier
Dream #11
Posted by Prester John Wednesday, May 6, 2009 at 7:10 PM
She's a singer
I'm a poet
The stars are begging
For us to collide
She's a vision
A dream awakened
My heart is yearning
For her gentle touch
The repose of history
Studious, simple,
Salvation without percussion
Notes that linger,
Linger,
Linger
A Letter to the Editor
Posted by Prester John Tuesday, May 5, 2009 at 5:30 PM
I found out nobody
rhymes these days
Just put a few line breaks
Be edgy
Add a few
swear words
like a bitch
pissing
on
something
and italics
oh, the italics
please, you prissy one,
you cannot
be
this
dense
you
suck