Where I Live

Ravens cast shadows -
air is crisp and thin,
autumn chips away at
where I have to live.
Grass is manicured -
drying into rough,
another lonely weekend -
another lonely month.

No one visits here -
truth told, they never have,
dirt fills the corners -
the spirit's gone flat.
Past is polluted -
I know it be fact,
you'd think there'd be one left
who still gave a damned.

Forgotten, forsaken -
the moon starts to rust,
discover my value -
how pointless I was.
Thought I had impact -
if not many friends,
these last years are lessons
and here are the ends.

Vines on wrought irons -
I cannot break free,
bounced between markers -
the wind's silent scream.
I'd love to escape this but
I am locked here for time,
the light fades to empty...
the edges of life.

Copyright © 2011 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Included in the e-book, "Walls of Shadow"
Written February 2011

Patron Saint

"... feel the rapture of submission
and of letting go..."

Lullaby Of Change

I run my hands up through my hair -
something foul, is in the air...
they always say it's darkest 'fore the dawn.
A sense of dread on the descend -
permeates, my sight and skin...
they never say what comes when
night is gone.
Should we stretch
out,
our hands to reach the lie...
or do we wise
up,
and keep our heads held high?
The weight of fear
that spreads a boundless stain......
too many nightmares, in this lullaby of change,
how can one sleep -
when truth gets all the blame?

I touch the wind across my face -
and it bites, with its disgrace...
I cannot find the hope I once held true.
The many storms that tilt and shift -
a feel of calm, that's cast adrift...
the chain which holds the anchor's
rusted through.
So do we kneel
down,
and swallow this as fate...
or do we back
up,
to fight another day?
Sometimes the cure
is worse than all the pain......
too many noises, in this lullaby of change,
how can one dream -
when truth has gone insane?

I ride the tremors through my feet -
bloody mass, of aging meat...
the wounds from splinters made of steel and wood.
Yet they march on without pause -
not revealing, their true cause...
because they can, does not mean
that they should.
I'm left shell
shocked,
and cannot draw a breath...
do we rise
up,
or surrender to our death.
A black horizon
that cannot be escaped......
too many terrors, in this lullaby of change,
how can one rest -
when truth is being raped?

Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written July 2009

Sweet Bellona [E]

In the dank…
on your knees…
irradiate a few degrees.
air is bending with the fear
which hope always bears, repeats.
Time is near…
bones and pins
begin to shed your pointless skins
But do not cry - and don’t you fret…
not a beginning… just the end.

Sweet Bellona
split the sky
and fill us with your grace.
Sweet Bellona
don’t fail us now…
rivers dry.........
Sweet Bellona
your embrace…
ending fear and misery
Sweet Bellona
don’t be late... don’t you be...

Huddled apes...
we forget...
as we dine on our own shit,
History bares all the scars
repeated time and time again.
Time to start...
a fresh slate
wallow in our righteous hate.
Throw yourself upon your picket fence
and accept your useless fate.

Sweet Bellona
scorch the soil
and wipe the blood-born clean
Sweet Bellona
show your love
bring to boil.........
Sweet Bellona
smoke the screen
our arrogance brought down from high
Sweet Bellona
destroy the day... destroy the night.

Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Included in the e-book, "Walls of Shadow"
Written April 2009

Resurrect

Now that I’ve traveled... so many miles now,
the destination is in sight.
The journey’s coming… to the end now,
and I feel relieved and light.
The burdens that I’ve carried
become wetness on the grass,
the rack and toil that’s driven me
dissolves into the past,
The noise-pollution in my mind goes
silent as my chest,
angry swarms that dissipate and
finally let me rest.
The Mother takes her loving hand
and peels the soil away…
brings my tired bones to life and
frees me from this grave.
The eyes that stared and haunted me
when mirrors passed me by…
reclaim their sharp lucidity through
clearing years of lies.
The rays of moon illuminate
my rough and shallow skin...
and resurrect this darkened soul
to let me breathe again.

Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written January 2009

Walls Of Shadow

"Ones and zeros are my friends......
with pixels vibrant I re-send..."

Flagellate [E]

"... lay your whip across my back
and make my flesh your own."

The Day That No One Died

"... begins to cut so deep you wish
that you would crack..."