CemeterySound Poetry

[o'queery]

Welcome to a look at my insides.

[o'queery]

Awaken

Good Morning my sweet self,

Again the soft struggle
of the moon
this morning has been
to beautiful for mere and breathless
words


The more time I spend
in the jewel of your dawn
the more I find myself


Too often I replace..

Forfeit the sun,
for this darkness here makes
freedom in me


The pale contrast
of my skin beneath
these shattered intentions

and

suspended constellations
keep exhaling, giving me
peace

I am a million stars!

Sand covered fortunes..

Bright as the the infinite
key that keeps opening the sky
for my heart to speak


I look no further than my
own fingertips

good morning boy

[o'queery]

Route of Your Evil



I know
who you
think you
are

but

in essence
you are an
illness

A heartless disease
spread by
your
wanton selfishness to
destroy the
gift of human
love and
trust

I feel your feet
settled against the walls you created

trying

to kick it loose
blaming the bricks that
you alone
stacked so high that even
in regret
you cannot see over to
find yourself

Your pain
is
a Beacon though
the light is just another

lie

You expect people to eat
and be satisfied
with the taste

It's murder
the way you tug
at the strings of

this

beautiful heart I have for unlike me
it is forgiving

I bet the silent
shame
is screaming you to sleep
for the miles of
ache
you have delivered to the
highways of another's trusting heart

The Route

Of

Your Evil

[o'queery]

Like a Flower



I can be replanted



Like a flower



that did not get



proper care





I can be



dug out by



hands so careful



and



dirty



and



strong





I can be moved



to tears



by verbs and



empty desert



caves within



my



painted on heart





I can hold the shovel



slowly break



this earth of



my skin,



my mucsle



and



bone



I can be replanted

[o'queery]

My cheeks
burn
crimson
watching You

with nervous graveyard eyes


Am I left where this is?


My heart
is trapped

beneath
the sound
of
Your cemetary
silence

This is where I am left


The length of my
shadow
erotic deviance
remains untouched
by


bitter loveless
hands

Stripping from me my honor
freedom of filth
love
and
sky


Left Where I am
this


Drop the shovel if You
must

But I. .


I refuse to be covered

in the dirt

of Your
insecurities this time



This is where I am

Left

to

Write

[o'queery]

And there You stood

A Beacon

A Mirror

An Effigy

of
wicked broken
stars you
have one handedly
plucked
from an amber Moone
sky

The reeling and
screaming
nurtures
the
sutures
within
that muscle
they try to
call a
heart

The hours melted
like the heat
of a young lovers
promise
that dripped faith
into veins under flesh
that murder
and
madden
the purist
of minds

Arms raised
in defense
of your
embrace
smoke curling century old
tendrils of flames
in your wake

I can still the vision
the Hell
You became

as You let go

[NitroChrys_Butch]

Originally Posted by o'queery

Route of Your Evil



I know
who you
think you
are

but

in essence
you are an
illness

A heartless disease
spread by
your
wanton selfishness to
destroy the
gift of human
love and
trust

I feel your feet
settled against the walls you created

trying

to kick it loose
blaming the bricks that
you alone
stacked so high that even
in regret
you cannot see over to
find yourself

Your pain
is
a Beacon though
the light is just another

lie

You expect people to eat
and be satisfied
with the taste

It's murder
the way you tug
at the strings of

this

beautiful heart I have for unlike me
it is forgiving

I bet the silent
shame
is screaming you to sleep
for the miles of
ache
you have delivered to the
highways of another's trusting heart

The Route

Of

Your Evil

Trust should never be taken lightly. A loving and giving heart is a treasure and should be treated as such. Painfully ... beautifully written.

[o'queery]

Act I

I blink

open
another drop of my lids

only to glimpse the velvet curtain's billowing

center parting like the salty oceans

of crimson streaming down my thighs
Tender caresses

attack and remind my sweat stained fever that
i am no longer running this production


Your control, my lovely desperation
threatens to devour
Your
un-
rehearsed
script



Act II



Tension in my calves shoot flame


A subtle upbeat within my fear tangled

heart betrays my paralysis

The foundation of my non-chalant stage crumbling

beneath the dripping lights


"Have you forgotten your lines ,faggot..hrrm?"
Your teeth against my lobe

gnashing the question
my answer
as stuffed as the vicious hole of my mouth



Act III



I felt your breath

heated moist danger
The nape of my neck your megaphone
My skin an audience to delicious incantations

ancient tongues

quickly whispered warnings of your desire


"Your mind is beautiful when broken,boy..
Ripped and

shattered like my will to leave you on this set

like the worthless fuck you are

aren't

and always never have been."



The Finale



The applause deafening
A silence so loud

pounding the reason from my twisted

diseased veins


Rotten flowers thrown at our feet

the props from my swollen wrists dismantled


You circle your arms securely about my waist

the ovation a distant roar


I sense your smile its depth against my cheek

"Take a bow, cunt. They think your brilliant."

[o'queery]

Dense and Dark

I come

to you



Devouring You

in my silence,



My storm of

mourning



Cloaking

and



Choking the dawn and

it's breath



From Your trembling

dew dropped

lips



Horrid and

Lovely



Purple iris hues



I come to You



Wrapping You up

like a broken doll



Beneath grey swollen Moon

promises



Never meant to be kept



Hiding You forever

in the



Center of my soul

[NitroChrys_Butch]

Originally Posted by o'queery

Act I

I blink

open
another drop of my lids

only to glimpse the velvet curtain's billowing

center parting like the salty oceans

of crimson streaming down my thighs
Tender caresses

attack and remind my sweat stained fever that
i am no longer running this production


Your control, my lovely desperation
threatens to devour
Your
un-
rehearsed
script



Act II



Tension in my calves shoot flame


A subtle upbeat within my fear tangled

heart betrays my paralysis

The foundation of my non-chalant stage crumbling

beneath the dripping lights


"Have you forgotten your lines ,faggot..hrrm?"
Your teeth against my lobe

gnashing the question
my answer
as stuffed as the vicious hole of my mouth



Act III



I felt your breath

heated moist danger
The nape of my neck your megaphone
My skin an audience to delicious incantations

ancient tongues

quickly whispered warnings of your desire


"Your mind is beautiful when broken,boy..
Ripped and

shattered like my will to leave you on this set

like the worthless fuck you are

aren't

and always never have been."



The Finale



The applause deafening
A silence so loud

pounding the reason from my twisted

diseased veins


Rotten flowers thrown at our feet

the props from my swollen wrists dismantled


You circle your arms securely about my waist

the ovation a distant roar


I sense your smile its depth against my cheek

"Take a bow, cunt. They think your brilliant."

The world is a stage. Sometimes we do not wish to be the actors on the stage.. the script is not written with us or for us and yet we find ourselves immersed in the play. Your words show Me how difficult this play was. Your words show all the power you posses. And always have.

[NitroChrys_Butch]

Originally Posted by o'queery

Act I

I blink

open
another drop of my lids

only to glimpse the velvet curtain's billowing

center parting like the salty oceans

of crimson streaming down my thighs
Tender caresses

attack and remind my sweat stained fever that
i am no longer running this production


Your control, my lovely desperation
threatens to devour
Your
un-
rehearsed
script



Act II



Tension in my calves shoot flame


A subtle upbeat within my fear tangled

heart betrays my paralysis

The foundation of my non-chalant stage crumbling

beneath the dripping lights


"Have you forgotten your lines ,faggot..hrrm?"
Your teeth against my lobe

gnashing the question
my answer
as stuffed as the vicious hole of my mouth



Act III



I felt your breath

heated moist danger
The nape of my neck your megaphone
My skin an audience to delicious incantations

ancient tongues

quickly whispered warnings of your desire


"Your mind is beautiful when broken,boy..
Ripped and

shattered like my will to leave you on this set

like the worthless fuck you are

aren't

and always never have been."



The Finale



The applause deafening
A silence so loud

pounding the reason from my twisted

diseased veins


Rotten flowers thrown at our feet

the props from my swollen wrists dismantled


You circle your arms securely about my waist

the ovation a distant roar


I sense your smile its depth against my cheek

"Take a bow, cunt. They think your brilliant."

The key is to know when to push and how hard to push. I do not want My possessions broken. I want them to shine. I want them to grow from under My guidance. This is the greatest gift; to know I could hurt you badly and I don't.

[o'queery]

A Red Dawn is settling

against

the backdrop

of your eyes





I see now the echo

was trapped inside

all this time





I shake with mirrors

and

miles and fight to hold on

these whispers that leave me raw


Open



If i am sick than so be it
As i have said before

It is my illness, my suffering



Mine Mine Mine



I won't hide in the cold

shadows of

anxiety and dawn



Smoke curls around my

hand splashed with

poems of my disease


Oh Lover

There is nothing but songs

and plush hearts

beneath these eyes



A brilliance

that when I press my face to it

becomes a flower



These woes

and

words in your absence
catching and releasing

my disease into the frigid
Sun is



Love




Damn the distance