The Storm Within

It never ends how it begins... softly

As if a mother were kissing wounded angels

God lives in billowed clouds on sunny days

Meaning most of the time

This world is Godless

How appropriate he should leave angels watching

Vigilance easier than victory

Soldiers defend twisted gates long since abandoned

God created man, man created war

God... Flees his own by product

Massive hands made for loving

Cupping blood and feathers from fields of sorrow

Open under the weight of distraught children

Who only want to see their father

If you have ever survived a hurricane

You know what it means to be washed in the blood

Storms are like looking into the eye of God

As disappointment pours from her tongue like acid

The acrid taste of copper fills the air

Gods smile cracks the sky

Before she grumbles curses

Setting to punish you

Sadist more Satan than Savior

There are no fallen angels

She takes wings at whim

We drop to earth like tears

Crashing into pavement

Souls as transparent as rain on windshields

Washed into gutters

The lowest of the low

Clinging to the tattered edges of humanity

Like wind blown umbrellas

Soaked seeking warmth like redemption

We stand in storms because we like the turmoil

A reminder there is strength in our fragility

She calls to you

Like morning mothers

Like oppressed whispers daring not speak

You fight yourself on bladed edges

Trying not to fall

Emotions become daggers

They defend and destroy

We are masochist made in his image

Abandoned bases of vile villains

Set to self destruct

Who is a hero when nature assails you

Onslaughts of self doubt and depravation

Rain like Katrina kisses

Emotions storm in us

Like tornados embracing hurricanes

Passionate hearts are angelic battlefields

Tears are the blood of sacrificial soldiers

Reflecting up from dead pools to witness

Glass becoming cloudy like streaky mirrors

God is somewhere trying to shine through

There are storms brewing

Between our eyebrows and foreheads

Beads of sweat form ranks like soldiers

On slippery slopes battling for their humanity

Before the rain comes

CPR

I didn't mean to strike her

My fists were sledge hammers

Her chest became cracked concrete

Over-passes passing over her heart

I didn't know she was so fragile

There were scars beneath scarves

She had become scabbed skin

Structure concealing raw wounds still gaping

Her hands held bleeding hearts

My love was just a Band-aid

I first saw her alley in her eyes

Mine meeting deadlock determination

Disgust disguising desire dressed in dingy dignity

Bare body beneath borders

Made by torn blouses held closed

She asked that I look away like the others

Somehow less whore and more hero

I could see through her cloudy facade

As transparent as facial film

From men who had freshly fucked her

All she needed was home

A place in someone’s heart

I watched men enter her over and over

Repeatedly leaving pieces of themselves behind

Building abandoned warehouses of regret

Hope became hot hangers and cervical scaring

Souls were deconstructed buildings and empty lots

Love like gravity that pulled her from me

Her escape was the short flight

Between bridge and black water

A crash landing wreckage

Of release and heartbreak

I became panic and doubt

Reaching out with slippery fingers

Tear soaked searching shorelines for lost souls

She lay limp where they landed

I tried to breathe life back into her

Prayers became snow flurries

That melted away when they landed on us

She had been french once

Vouloir c'est pluvoir

Where there is a will there is a way

I kept pumping trying to push my prayers into her

De troit, mon cherie avec l'amour

Je tu donne ma tout

These narrows, my sweet with love

I give you my everything

Just breathe...

Respier

Breathe

Breathe..

Breathe....

Please