romance

Beautiful
Dr. Von Cosel
Fell in love with a patient dying slow
She was beautiful
Finally died only twenty-two years old
Black hair blue eyes so shy sweet Elena
Death shroud death mask no life mausoleum
Two years each night return to lie beside her
Try to fix her heal her make her feel better
Stole her from her grave
Corpse bride for seven years she stayed
Alive in his head
Lying there beside him in his bed
Beautiful never ever fade
Lifeless doll forever she would stay
With each rip of her skin dripping wax he would mend making her perfect again and again
Using perfume he would mask the decay
Cover with silk so forever she’d stay
Beautiful never ever fade
Lifeless doll forever she would stay
Seems he loved her in life but obsessed her in death
From the beat of her heart to her very last breath
Wires held the bones in her chest
Glass eyes of an angel
Her cold rotting flesh
This life he lived he thought would last forever
Dropped dime one time got caught someone saw her
Handcuffed hauled off distraught they wouldn’t listen
Jail cell no bail as he awaits sentence
Stood before the man
Tears in his eyes her smell upon his hands
The jury found him sane
They let him go but they kept his loves remains
Just love for her is all he ever gave her
His mind he tried to find ways to save her
Family took her body and they destroyed her
Unmarked shallow grave where he’d never find her
Died inside that day
A broken heart from a love that never fades
They took her far away and
To this day that’s where Elena stayed  
Beautiful never ever fade
Lifeless doll forever she would stay
That’s where it all ends was it love it depends how far you would go to indulge all your sins
Well finally he died from the sadness inside with pain in his heart and eyes
Beautiful never ever fade
Lifeless doll forever she would stay
So you think this is sick some real tales from the crypt some ignorant shit you’d expect me to spit
But this is real and the pain he did feel and the love that he felt it was beautiful

I knew you’d never cross oceans for me
Though i’d cross the frozen threshold of hell, cross
The heavens, plunge from eden’s paradise, all for you
I burnt our bridges because that terrified me...
My soul was dancing around your pale fingertips
Though you were not aware, the power your name had over me.
To save you i’d bleed out into your hollow heart, because mine belonged to you.
If your sky colored eyes ever shed a tear, like clouds setting free
melancholy raindrops, slowly tracing your fine alabaster skin, i’d be there
Before your tears left the warm hearth of your cheek, to wipe them away
I wanted to be a wall you could lean against, a river
You could sink into, a flame that would dispel the darkness
But I was a black sun, exuding dark, mournful rays  
I was a shadow that failed to be your light
And i thought your hands fit into mine so perfectly, for you’d always
be the one to pull me back up, from my woeful depths of despair
But now we don’t even speak and all that’s left are old scars
That still ache sometimes when i see you, old friend.
Before i try to save someone else, the wounds i bear must heal
Before i try to hold someone else together, i must piece back my own shattered spirit.
What hurts the most is having so much to say…
Suffocating from all the sorrowed songs i swallowed locking them in a safe
made from bleeding pieces of my forlorn heart refusing to release the river
of unsaid thoughts i had once turned into poems  
You were family, maybe more, not bound by blood but I have loved you
For an eternity, and so too will i continue, until my last waking breath
That's why it hurt so much when you push me away, though i know i was the one
Who pushed you away first. We became the moon and the ocean waves
So far apart, pulling towards each other, never able to overcome the sky between them
I wanted you to stop me from leaving, that's what i’ve always wanted
For someone to stay when i try to soar with frightened wings upon
faint-hearted winds, far away to my own little world
For someone to pierce that somber chamber i’ve trapped myself in for centuries
I had always wished that when i turned my eyes from you and walked away
That you’d grab me by my hand, lace your fingers into mine and tell me
You’d cross more than oceans for me, tell me you won't ever let me go

(A Modern Sonnet)              
   
a friend of mine said I should write a poem about a picture I took on a trip to see my family last summer. I titled the picture - Rain in the High Desert, 40 Miles East of Gallop, New Mexico... so I titled the poem - 40 Miles Out of Gallop.  And it goes something like this...              
                
One hundred miles since I hung-up the phone,       
Her echoed voice still whispers in my ear.        
And me, between my once and future homes,    
With only rain and truckers left out here.              
She’s been with me through every twisted turn,       
It's only storm and desert with me now.    
My love for her adds speed to my return,            
As every love song croons her name somehow.        
With darkling sky, like night has had its way,        
In flashes, lighting captures desert’s face.       
But west horizon’s edge still holds the day              
In fading shrines to Sixty-Six’s grace.       
She waits, the forty miles I have to go,      
Our phone call from Gallop, New Mexico.