Merciel

Merciel

The Sea and the Sky

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  • December 13, 2004

    Bleed

    I poke in dabs but never drip a drop

    of worthy words. They’re either flat or pitched

    so high they sound like teenage rage. They flop

    in seas of wavy thoughts and points amiss

    in imagery as though begot atop

    a flight with opium’s guidance affixed

    inside my brain and never hit the spot

    I hope to bleed. I sorely need a kiss

    from muses with subtle features not lost

    in gaudy game to escape words that give

    away the meaning leaving me the shame

    of airy thoughts unfocused and untamed.

  • December 8, 2004

    Transformation

    Before me stands a kid about five feet
    with innards burning red and violent green
    hidden beneath a face of baby pink.
    Released from his shell, given second birth,
    he devoured loved ones like they’re dessert
    and with hasty fists destroyed the world.
    He leaps from the cracks into Heaven. Pain
    he begot bleeds into me and inflames
    my heart. During my nap he stole and ate
    the world. Through jaded eyes I see his fate
    belongs to me. I claw for strength
    to kill the devil I grudgingly face.

    The world trembles fearfully underneath
    me as the tide leaps up to reach the peak.
    My eyes shine with the tint of nature’s green
    and golden locks weave through my seams.
    The sun’s eclipsed as Light engulfs me
    and within me the sky and the sea meet.

    Now ready to face the devil I breathe
    solid spirit fueled by losses he brings.
    Ahead some paces on ground with firm feet
    beating his chest, he’s waiting for me.

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