BETWEEN HEART BEATS
The silence of a rock bearing down squeezing the space,
Existing to tear muscle from bone creating the
Final flower to arch its stem to breathe of heaven.
Until the crush of petals stain aching flesh until emotions
Breach the ocean like a whale in hunted throes of pain.
No gentle tears falling but those armed with flamethrowers,
That scorch and blaze their way to scar the landscape so even
Mighty oaks whimper as they crackle, burn and fall to ash.
With colours bleeding away to pale tones of empty grey,
Making the pendulum wait for the sound of the next heartbeat.
In the silence pictures of faces, of times, and of hope
Falling to smash into pieces against the brick wall,
When the world is caught on a crimson wave.
Flying into the sun where there is no place to run,
To hide, but to be the torch that will burn and burn.
No more air just a purple dream to stoke the fear,
In a grotesque grin frozen on clowns in red hats choking
Babies with dummies until you are fit to burst and scream!
Not the cold sweaty fish with glazing eyes waiting for
The knife to descend and chop and chop,
So you know your heart is beating again.
The temperature drops and you fall into the arms of
Walking flowers, with petals that caress slivers of ice.
Bringing winter to the places that ache for the warmth
Of summer instead of this new world of purple and blue,
Waiting for lightning to strike and shatter this crystal tomb.
In the silence no more pain, no more heavy earth bound flesh,
Only the lifting of all the laws until you are free to rise and fly.
Slowly ascending until like a rocket you become more than
Thought, more than light, beyond feeling but a concept,
An idea greater than a dream and more real than reality.
Then you see…
Wrapped in Joy…
Cascading in Love…
The -
To never know because your heart chose that moment to beat.
Returned to lay in sorrow and weep…
Yearning to return to the place between heart beats.
© Copyright 2001 Martin All International Rights Reserved
Falling Angel
Falling so deep that an ocean can never catch me,
So long that a prayer becomes an eternity,
But I feel your breath upon my skin,
I can be seen as a man who is no longer a shadow,
Who knows that your eyes are the fires of heaven.
When vision of reality is twined with your kiss,
The softness that lingers upon our lips,
I no longer need heaven but to be an embrace,
Wrapped in your arms forever is the dream,
That your heart will always call to me.
Leaving eternity is just a wish,
Unless your heart invites me to be more,
Then all the stars that shine,
For a universe that is waiting for me,
To break all the rules that is your kiss.
Can I feel the touch that is more than I can imagine,
Will I be lonely beyond the grasp of reality,
Can I cry so my tears do not fall on the desert,
That is a world that no longer believes in the heart,
Of magic that is held within in a woman’s smile.
All I have is journey that lasts until you say,
That I can be more than the shadow that you wish,
For all the space that is between us,
I have a heart that only lives to feel you close,
So I can sleep no longer alone in the barren waste,
Of life’s eternal dream.
I am but a falling angel that is dying to grasp,
The moment that passion stirs the fires that,
Turn the heavens star fire into a glance,
From your eyes that make me fall to my knees,
So I can see you as you really are,
To drink from the ambrosia that makes,
One picture of one time of one soul,
Making you into the flesh and blood that I can hold.
(C)Copyright 2001 Martin All International Rights reserved
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