Poems from the Slave

[LEO LION]

Well, here we go...

Slumber.
The eyes search through dark
and silence is all but clamor
when black laces around the room.
Here I twist beneath the sheets.

And silence is all but clamor
when this is all there is,
here I twist beneath the sheets,
and wait for slumber to set in.

When this is all there is
when black laces around the room
and wait for slumber to set in,
the eyes search through the dark.



I Did Cry.
When it started I did cry
tears of joy that you were here
and I was we.
So all the love I had for thee
poured from my heart,
into your hands,
and then fell through like a sieve and sand.
And what you said you wanted
I would give to thee,
and when I asked for in returns
you set me out to sea.
You refused to help,
giving me the what-to-do
and leaving it on my shoulders
the heavy burden of we.
And I did try to shoulder
and try to persevere
to keep we alive,
to give us nothing to fear.
But as I traveled the mountain trying to carry you behind
the weight was overbearing;
the chill was so unkind.
I knew I had to do it,
to break my heart at last
to break the chain you held me by;
and when it ended I did cry.



Sleepless.
So many sleepless nights,
just waiting for a call.
Something to let me know
if you love me at all.
An answer's all I want
something I'll never get;
so, many sleepless nights
this is my time well spent.

[angelous]

I must say LL, you are really good. I can't say I honestly say I don't see anything I could say I dislike about them right off the bat.

[LEO LION]

That was a confusing second sentence, but after a few read throughs I understand what you said. I think. I'm glad that you enjoyed them. (:

Metamorphosis.

Twitching and waiting,

anxious and unnerved.
Uncomfortable as a pinprick and chafing like unfitted cloths
was she who sat,
a lonely act when skies were grey above.

And here was she,

nothing to weave, nor breath of air to ride;
gloom and torment closing in
as in her room she sat.
She could hear an echo, a call
but no longer could she remember her name,
could no longer tell who was calling.

Violently it pounded

as if against her skin,
the stabbing of a thousand knives across her back –
the roaring of something foreboding outside.
She was here,
alone, terrified, waiting.
Waiting for what would be her Spring.
When she could leave her home,
when she could again live.

Sound –

a drifting lullaby.
And now she rose,
blossoming from her chamber
spreading her arms and letting the sun’s rays warm
the ice cold new body
born from nature’s love.

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[LEO LION]

Clocks.
Tick tock tick tock.
the breaking of the silence
tock tick, tick tock.
the second hand so quick
tick tock tick tock.
following in order
tock tick, tick tock.
the second hand won’t stop
tick tock tick tock
time can never stop
tock tick, tick tock.


Together.
When you give it your all
I was told that I would fall,
and falling is all that I do.
They can call me a fool
and call me a tool –
I’m just searching for something true.

The need can’t be filled
like the tab for a bill,
and the ‘tender keeps filling my glass;
and the more that I drain,
the more I’m inane,
and the more personalities clash.

But what’s in a song?
Who’s right and who’s wrong?
What is it that brings up my pride?
I am misunderstood,
my intentions are hood,
though it’s all I can do to just try.

And then I am left,
alone and un-kept,
my heart lying broken, it won.
For you who might save,
for all that I gave,
when dreams have just left me with none.

Even when I am strong
I don’t even belong;
who could ever make it so?
Was it you who called me?
Strange as it seemed,
though inside you’ve become my foe.

How does it go:
that thing that you show?
Is it something that I can learn?
No of course not,
when you’re all I’ve got,
the price is only to burn.

But still we do fit
like a fruit and the pit
and it’s all that we have to bare.
No skin off my back,
I’ll take all the rap,
there’s nothing to lose that I care.

So give it your all,
I’ll reach up when you fall;
‘cause falling is all we can do.
They’ll call you a fool,
and call me the tool –
but together we’re something that’s true.


Insomnia.
Sleep never comes
when you want it most,
it turns and it churns,
no one knows where it goes.

There are those
who seek aid,
from a pill or a fill,
they never feel complete.

The mind can’t compete
when the body lacks,
the rest and test,
so exhaustion seeps from the lungs.


Young Queen.
I wrote a song
for a young queen
who’s lips were thick and lush,
but she threw me out
into the street
deny my heart it’s strings.

I fell to the dead leaves
and the dirty ground
with mud on my face,
where no one looked,
and no one listened
so I found a new town.

But oh my fell heart
ruined from the start
and my music no longer could play.
But there was young lady,
though not his sweet queen,
and together they lived
happy as could be.