Saturday, January 4, 2014

The Veil

Before you tore the veil
And the scales fell from my eyes
Was I a child of the lesser light
Burned out echoes in ashen skies
The thundered rush of blood
Was I deafened by the lies

Before you cast the crown
Set diamonds sparkling at my brow
Did I crave the baser things
Found in the here and the now
Wrapped up in my thicker skin
Screaming where and why and how?

If you give perfect pleasure
Why would I require pain
What purpose does the deluge serve
For seed drowned out by rain
Why would I surrender Heaven
Just to go through Hell again

I can’t unwork the simple truth
Of a destiny unearned
If I step into the fire
I know I will be burned
Sometimes the seminal lesson
Is the lesson left unlearned 

TL Boehm

Free Equals Me Without You

I was cool for about five minutes
You had a big plan thought I was in it
But your love  is rigged and I can’t win it
So I’m movin’ on down the line
It’s just a broken heart, I’ll be fine
Had my eyes on you lookin back at me
One plus one equals destiny
What a nasty surprise when you set me free
Got a future now with a clearer view
This light waits for me without you

We both got that free will baby
Victor or victim of choices maybe
It’s a bigger grace that saves me
Could be you’re not the one
And my happiness has just begun

So you stunned me when you cut that cord
So easily broken I was floored
No longer the one that you adored
You made that choice to set me free
And I’m walking out a new destiny

Free equals me without you
Go on and do what you gotta do
TL Boehm 

My Soul to Blame

I have only my soul to blame
On addled nights when my weary heart rattles and bangs
In its bone cage the thrumming beats
Terrified finches flailing in the wake of a gloved hand
And I am sold to the child clutching wrinkled wet bills
And sticky Christmas change
Who’ll forget to feed me by New Year’s Day
Small songs left unsung and talons cramp from a perch unfit
To sustain me

I have only my soul to blame
When lofty thoughts plummet
High places and walls fall the buttresses too frail for
Architects flights of fancy
I was built for low shelter
A dugout in the western wind
Small solace in the face of tornadic spin
Scatter the crops and erase the traces of gentle humanity
Frail daisies wont sustain me

I have only my soul to blame
When words that course through veins
Carry more than the love of blood and bone
And I am alone with nothing but whispers and wrinkled wet sheets
Rhapsodies and rhymes they crackle like the shucked husks
On the threshing floor my dreams no more worth
Than the paper scribbling balled up around my feet
This written lie
Never penned to sustain me.
TL Boehm

Out of Mind When Out of Sight

You don’t get to be happy
You don’t get to quit
You don’t get to walk away  
Breaking my heart bit by bit

I don’t plan to light a candle for you
In the dark night I won’t cry out your name
I don’t want to be the bigger man
And concede to your sick little game
My love was real and I gave it
You took all I had and you ran off to play
Now you come back and say I’m your best friend
Like I understand why you let your eyes stray
What kind of fool do you think I am anyway

I was ready to give you forever
I sacrificed and I waited for you
You couldn’t even give me your honesty
You don’t even care what you’ve put me through
All the days and nights wanting are wasted
And I’m marking time just getting by
But you come at me with that fragile smile
Blind to the tears I cry
I’m broken but you can’t fathom why

Will your little conscience  
Keep you warm at night
I won the war
But lost this fight
You sent up the white flag
You know it ain’t right
But you made your choice
Better hang on tight
Out of mind when out of sight
TL Boehm



Br"ðr muno beriaz                         Brothers will fight
ok at bǫnom verða[z]                     and kill each other
muno systrungar                              sisters’ children
sifiom spilla.                                     Will defile kinship
Hart er í heimi,                                 it is harsh In the world
hórdómr mikill                                  whoredom rife
"skeggǫld, skálmǫld                     an axe age a sword age
"skildir ro klofnir"                        shields are riven
vindǫld, vargǫld"                           a wind age a wolf age
áðr verǫld steypiz.                           Before the world goes headlong
Mun engi maðr                                 no man will have
ǫðrom þyrma.                                  Mercy on another                                   

Poetic Edda: Voluspa (wise woman’s prophecy)

So the world spins sinking shifting sand and saline spray
I was never the hand of a child to lead you to dry ground
après moi le deluge*
You’re forever chasing chaos through the sky
Wicked things they pinion high
Refracted in the beveled edges of your sinister machinery
Hell bent on seminal justification
Wolves that swallow the sun
And the moon bleeds ochre stars
Rape the dream to save the nightmare
I am Loki’s fruit sent to sever the hand that fed me
I wait at the end of your pain to consume you
Winnowed chaff in the master’s threshing floor
Abhor me if you will
I never asked for life only peace forever wanes
Take me breathless to the water’s edge
Give me the crave of dreamless sleep
Cast me away on the waves with the wreckage
Set sail where earth and sky begin again
One thrust to create and another to destroy
I am your consequence for claiming the double edged blade
The bitter blue eyed legacy you made
When you bed with beggars and thieves to wake up screaming
devant moi la petite mort
I am forever surrendered to my empty fate
I will wait….
TL Boehm
*Thank you Regina Spektor 

Here Is My Everything

Here is my broken heart
Here is my shattered life
Here are all my faults and failures
As a woman a mother and wife
All the promises I've broken
All the hateful things I've said
All the life I left unspoken 
Wasting my breath upon the dead

Here is my sweat and sacrifice
Here is my blood and pain
My hollow effort to pay some price
Worry wasted for no gain
All the lies I cling to
All the truth I threw away
All the darker thoughts I bring you
Waste my steps and run astray

Here’s the sum of my existence
Here’s the hardest part to learn
This wretched pride and persistence
Stokes a bonfire set to burn
All I am at the end of me
All damage done that I could do
All that’s left is the love that sets me free
Everything comes from you
TL Boehm 10/06/2013 

This Woman's Love

This woman’s love
Never caught up in the honeyed rush
As his gaze rests on the rhythm of her
Breath caught faltering
Lace at her breast can’t hide the fervor romance
The ephemera of blushed lips at fluted throats
Where bejeweled birds hover
The summer luster of flitting wings
A dalliance in honeysuckle heavy with nectar
Fruited blooms and dew drop studded vines
The promise of heady mornings resonant with expectation
Of the day.
A fawn panting at the feet of Diana
Chase this dreamy ecstacy
Fling logic from a cliff with eyes wide open
Braced for impact and giddy for that little death

This woman’s love is war.
The ragged standard on the battlements
Bload soaked and stained with the sweat of my brow
Red earth and grit under cracked nails scrabbling
For one more split seed to sustain me.
This woman’s love is hard fought harvest
Wrestled from fallow ground
Ribs distend from weighted heart and lungs that burst
Feral words held hostage
And hips surrendered to the burden
Of flesh and bone made one
Knit in darkness before I knew you
A legacy that sprouts wings and fangs
And eats its way out through my soul

This woman’s love is birth and death
And all the sobbing chaos kept from you behind clenched fists
I would rather drown in the maelstrom than bring darkness
To blue eyed hope
This woman’s love is the slow decay
Of selfish dreams
The sloughed off mantle
Little girl dreams and daisy chains in trade for knowing
We created something beyond our selves….
Life will not be denied its effervescent bloom
As halos form in our hair and life becomes the salient blur spinning
Remembrance and forgetting
This woman’s love was worth the battle
Days settle soft at my feet
I obey gravity and the hope of little things
Babies in my arms…
Your happiness is my own and I win
This woman’s love
Is you.                
TL Boehm 

This Gate Guards No Castle

So I’ll tell you I’m a beautiful disaster
Stained glass prismatic in torrential rain
But the truth is I’m dull mortar and plaster
Crumbling walls in a house of pain
And the foundation sinks so much faster
Than I can shore up again

These gates guard no man’s castle
These walls are a prison cell
 No shelter for love’s vassal
Just another room in hell

Set your flag upon the battlements
As the skies churn black to gray
No glory waits for all your time spent
As the hours bleed away
Lay siege to destiny hell bent
To render chaos on this day

Set fire to the tapestries
Where the spinner spun her tale
Destruction has her mastery
Burned out husks of walls so frail
I’d say I’d won but for the life of me
I only know how to fail. 
TL Boehm 

The Moment I Let You Go

Do not leave me child
Do not fledge and grow
It’s just my broken soul in your way
Crumbling soft and slow
The first moment I held you
Is the moment I let you go.

A daydream then my sonshine
My sonshine then her man
New love swept you away
On a sweet summer day
Suddenly I’m alone again
You’ve found paradise
In a pair of brown eyes
Place a banded promise in her hand

Such a primitive shelter
You carved in this heart of stone
Life etched sweat and dust
Blade stippled with rust
Furrowed deeper than I’ve ever known
Now my fractured heart
Is falling apart
As you step out on your own

This gift I never wanted
Now I cling to you so tight
With a ferocity
Upwellling in me
I’d rather die than lose the fight
But I have to concede
When you were born you were freed
I’ve just prepared you for flight

TL Boehm 

If Tasked To Write My Heart

Would you write me
Vellum and gall
Talons bared for the priming
Scrape the luster from my scaled hide
The echo of treasure
Sunk in the sinews
Drag these knucklebones and cluttered words
Across my breast
Erratic heart that scurries in my chest
Cock roaches under the lamp light
Am I the maggot in soft tissue
Raze the tender flesh
This putrification of poets I render
Scatter the cadaver
Calcified remains in the blister of a desert day
Would you shrink from me by degrees
Tendriled bloom that you are
Fresh petals tremble in a sirocco embrace
Erase the fragile color from the skin
Trade beauty for ashes
Would you mix me with spit
To tattoo your curses in the lines of my face
Would my presence on your tongue
Draw back your lips
Hackles and howls sat back on clay haunches
Arch that spine like a strychnined coyote
This bitch is fatal fallow ground
And you are bound to write me real

Or would you debride the charred detritus
Cradle my grizzled head in the nape of your neck
Till the screams stopped
Wash me with hyssop and I’ll be clean
Would you write me the child in dotted swiss
Patent shoes and butterscotch hair caught up
In a breath of blue bow
Cornflower eyes
Round and bright with the hope of life
Before the undertow of fractured DNA
Swept me downstream
Backwater eddies and lies
Despise this child
Kill it before it breeds
Would you write me off
Abort the mission and castrate the maker
Would you dismiss my existence  as so much
Collateral damage

Or would you simply put me on ignore
Vagrant fool on a street of dreams
Click those snifters with the beautiful people
Above the noise and chaos in my head
Unworthy of one word from you
If tasked to put my heart on paper
you would leave me lifeless
Forever unwritten
Save that precious pen
From creating a waste of words.  
TL Boehm 

Poetry Is?

Poetry Is….
"Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted "(Percy Bysshe Shelley)

Poetry is corseted breath
The rushing blood tumultuous
Brings a blush of color
Where tender flesh cleaves
Poetry is the resonant wet remembrance
Of another lover’s embrace
Poetry is eyes that look at you
And think of her
Poetry is the tactile pulse
Forever perched
Toes curled at the edge of ecstasy
The dull aching promise of oblivion
Takes root at the base of your spine
Poetry is the thrust of terminal expectation
Leaving you just shy of sated

Poetry is the crawling terror
Pierced where the marrow seeps
The upwelling sanguine tallow
That coats the throat
Poetry is the spasmodic purge
At the edge of death
Poetry scries the offal
Of dreams bled out
Poetry is barren earth
Jaws flung wide to consume  
The wilting rose bruised by clammy hands
Of the innocent
Unprepared to drop a fragile offering
In the shallow grave
Of Poetry

Poetry offers succor
To a starving man
Then takes the spoon away
Poetry is the crave of sweet candy
Laced with acid
She leaves you empty eyed
And foaming at the mouth
Tendons locked to the breaking
Poetry is no release
She will feed on your misery
Like a hyena on a fawn
Poetry is the slow gnaw
Of heavy teeth
The vivisection of your identity
Suicide by paper and pen

Poetry promises life and light
On gossamer wings she flies
Sacred arms akimbo
To catch the pure heart
Then takes the offering of words and bone and soul
And devours it whole
Salvation in pretty verbs and rhymes is a lie
Poetry is a succubus
Hell bent to consume you raw on the half shell
And piss on the altar you built to her
Poetry is feral
Whelping minions in the dugout of your brain
Poetry is the howling creature
You can never tame

TL Boehm

Memory Go Easy on Me

Memory go easy on me
You know I was just a child
And the visions and schemes of little girl dreams
Burn unfettered and wild

I know I’m grown I see the crone
Looking out at me from my own eyes
And gone are the days spent in that haze
Of star filled nights and sunlit skies
Destiny was not kind to me
My generic life is a brutal surprise

The world spins fast and and life won’t last
Love arcs brilliant like shooting stars
When the sparkle is gone I try to hold on
With a death grip on my own prison bars
In the flesh that burns it’s a hard lesson learned
Time won’t temper the fatal scars

Blow this kiss good bye I smile, I lie
Drop paper dreams in a shallow grave
Swallow the pain again and again
Pretend that I’m not a slave
Till that *45 spins and the music begins
It’s just the ghost of me I’m trying to save 

TL Boehm
*45 a magic ebony conveyance that when subjected to the stroke of a diamond tipped needle released pops, ticks and wonderful music. 

A Shot of Adrenalin

What of love
She said you were the pulse of life
From woman to wife
Breathe beneath her skin
You’re just a shot of adrenalin

What of love
Open a vein and bleed the lie
She’s the addict you supply
Lips that drip sap and acid
And you’re death in a pretty package

What of love
Hypodermic words slurred
On a Sunday afternoon blurred
Stop her staccato heart
Drop death in her chest she’s torn apart

What of love
Arrest the damnable dreaming
Chains in the shape of a ring she’s screaming
Saffron dress and daisy chains
She won’t wear it again

What of love
Petty promises her overdose
On the floor of your hotel room comatose
Consolation prize forever after unhappily
No antidote to set her free

What of love
Little girls like lambs to slaughter
Lies make slaves of daughters
Chase the hollow sound of wedding bells
Fed fairy tales In prison cells  
Tl Boehm