06-12-2012, 11:57 PM
edit1 Aish, addy, billy............quilt!penguin unshaded
When I die, three wounds I bring.
I knew this when the days became the gaps in bedded nights.
Sweet dreaming into longer dawns beneath my comfort quilt,
to hide my eyes when stabbing light pierced bloodless in to sight;
I by the wound sustained was lost. The first cut is called guilt.
I knew this when the love I had, I lost to other’s schemes;
tight squeezed beneath entombing stone I breathed against the weight
of leaden tears, of pressured thoughts, of dense and airless dreams;
I by the wound sustained was crushed. The second cut is hate.
I knew this when I lost my mind and fell through thoughtless years;
No piton fixing me to rock, no cleft to take hold of,
I hurtled down the whistling void, colliding with my fears;
and by the wound sustained was freed. The last cut is called love.
Tectak
1971
Inspired by a Joan Baez song at the important end of the sixties. Included now as there seems to be a trend toward cool sounding foreign phrases in titles.
When I die, three wounds I bring.
I knew this when the days became the gaps in bedded nights.
Sweet dreaming into longer dawns beneath my comfort quilt,
to hide my eyes when stabbing light pierced bloodless in to sight;
I by the wound sustained was lost. The first cut is called guilt.
I knew this when the love I had, I lost to other’s schemes;
tight squeezed beneath entombing stone I breathed against the weight
of leaden tears, of pressured thoughts, of dense and airless dreams;
I by the wound sustained was crushed. The second cut is hate.
I knew this when I lost my mind and fell through thoughtless years;
No piton fixing me to rock, no cleft to take hold of,
I hurtled down the whistling void, colliding with my fears;
and by the wound sustained was freed. The last cut is called love.
Tectak
1971
Inspired by a Joan Baez song at the important end of the sixties. Included now as there seems to be a trend toward cool sounding foreign phrases in titles.