Notes of History

 

Sky aflame with whispered names

stuttered verse reverberates around broken picture frames

whilst on the radio Isaak sings of wicked games

unchained melodies, memories bound again

that blue monday when the storms came

memory stained

country lanes we forgot to travel

knots of history

never fully unravel

 

As lost in the dark

as we could ever be

the path nowhere to be seen

running up that hill

the grass and mud sucking

as we tried to turn in retreat

but on my face, I fell at your feet

wet ground embraces

as the devil paces, under that haunting moon

humming his frightful tune

 

Like the cover of a meatloaf record

bats obscure the view

blackening the moon

Out of hell demonic wails, as if born anew

flapping wings to the sound of hate

then, like a ghostly vision, began to evaporate

disappearing into the dark black night

like ashes to ashes the stars blinked out of sight

notes of history, no longer twinkling

forever lost to that lonely old midnight moon sinking

 

We were young, love was a battlefield

entrenched in no man's land...

two tribes, too late for goodbyes

talking 'bout a revolution

but everyone wants to rule the world

before hope dies, like a bird of paradise

we fought the law, but sought rapport

A way forward, like a prayer

atomic blared from the speakers

The feeling of a million hearts breaking as one

our sonic hill to die upon

arsenic pill to dine on

 

Instead of rainbows could only see in red

and boys don't cry they said

but tears welled in bleach vision eyes

a total eclipse of the heart

plunged into darkness

as love tore us apart

but you were walking on the moon

I was howling...

hungry like the wolf

 

I was living on a prayer,

was all too much, too soon

instead of dreams I found nightmares

under pressure, under killing moon

careless whispers floated in the air tonight

left my memories tainted

love felt feint and deflated

time after time, where is my mind I'd ask

with or without you, I was back in black

on the road to nowhere, too messed up to care

 

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.