01-27-2012, 01:40 PM
If I talk to you of dark nights,
swollen clouds and frozen moons,
you would not believe the truth of pain
is light and heat. An immortal summer's day
shines on every part of me, nourishing the bleakest tree,
teasing new leaves from old wombs.
Love cannot survive the sun,
but yearns for the quietus of a slim, contented soul.
And when denied this simple want its wayward child Hate
exposes every wound, seeking faith in destruction.
This is the truth of my pain, at least.
A polite nastiness not uncommon to the British
peppers the broth of my soul.
I want to resurrect our wretched Empire,
sell slaves to America, tear husband from wife,
gnarled hand from gnarled hand. Abolish the gestures of care.
If manhood is defined by hate and ignorance
I'll be John fucking Wayne,
pressing the dagger into Juliet's hand.
My immortal summer's day will know no frozen moons.
swollen clouds and frozen moons,
you would not believe the truth of pain
is light and heat. An immortal summer's day
shines on every part of me, nourishing the bleakest tree,
teasing new leaves from old wombs.
Love cannot survive the sun,
but yearns for the quietus of a slim, contented soul.
And when denied this simple want its wayward child Hate
exposes every wound, seeking faith in destruction.
This is the truth of my pain, at least.
A polite nastiness not uncommon to the British
peppers the broth of my soul.
I want to resurrect our wretched Empire,
sell slaves to America, tear husband from wife,
gnarled hand from gnarled hand. Abolish the gestures of care.
If manhood is defined by hate and ignorance
I'll be John fucking Wayne,
pressing the dagger into Juliet's hand.
My immortal summer's day will know no frozen moons.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe