Poetry, Images & Scribings by Briar Moon

We’re driving down this cold sugar road

As the sky begins to groan -

You’re off to leave this foul world behind

As I face it on my own.

I set you free to face your demons

With my heart for you to hold -

Hoping you survive the coming storm

And the January cold.

In the snowy splendor of Woods Hole

Along the shores of Vineyard Sound -

Nobska Light calls me like a siren

So that soon the lost are found.

I’m standing at a blind curve

In the middle of the road -

Shine your light down, Nobska,

And help bear this heavy load.

I don’t think I have the strength

To make it all on my own -

O’ shine your light down, Nobska

And guide the way back home.

This S.O.S I’m sending lover

You have yet to still receive -

I hope you hear my message someday

For this vision, I still believe

That you will carry my weathered heart

When you leave your private hell.

I ask Nobska Light to grant this wish

Wishing her a fond farewell.

The bitter wind slaps me in the face

And chills my blood to the bone -

Getting into the car it hits me

That I’m going home alone.

I’m standing at a blind curve

In the middle of the road -

Shine your light down, Nobska,

And help bear this heavy load.

I don’t think I have the strength

To make it all on my own -

O’ shine your light down, Nobska

And guide the way back home.

The silence in the house is piercing

As I rock myself to sleep -

The bed holds a lifetime of secrets

And promises left to keep.

A month of solitude in winter

Is more than my lips can bear -

Missing all your warm midnight kisses

That still linger in the air.

The cat and dog both sigh with sorrow

Like icicles on the eaves -

Telling me that tomorrow has come

And it’s time for you to leave.

I’m standing at a blind curve

In the middle of the road -

Shine your light down, Nobska,

And help bear this heavy load.

I don’t think I have the strength

To make it all on my own -

O’ shine your light down, Nobska

And guide the way back home.

I’m driving down this cold sugar road

As the pavement starts to melt -

I wonder if you’ll be able to find

Everything we’ve ever felt.

I pick you up from your private hell

Giving me your heart to hold -

Surviving battle-storms of demons

And the January cold.

Nobska Light shines brightly in the Sun

As the wind begins to moan -

We’re off to face the world together

Leaving her to stand alone.

You say that you love me

Then turn to runaway,

How am I supposed to feel

When all you do is play?

Changing your affections

At a quick drop of a dime,

We had a good thing going on

But you wouldn’t make the time.

It’s time to cut the chord

From all your mindfuck games,

Your love for me is so damn fickle

And I’m tired from all the pain.

When it hits you, babe,

I won’t be there -

I’ll be streaks of golden light

Leaving stardust in your hair.

You said I was a beacon

And how bright my light did shine,

Despite giving you my body

You refused this heart of mine.

You said I was reading into things

It was all up in my head,

But baby, you and I both know

Other lovers share your bed.

Now my friends all know

What a cad you really are,

That you took my love for granted

And left behind these silent scars.

When it hits you, babe,

I won’t be there -

I’ll be beams of golden light

Streaking through your hair.

The best thing you ever had

Just ghosted you for good.

I walk the Earth a free spirit

Because you never understood,

That what we had was special

But you never gave me a chance -

I’m just a phantom at the door

And now you want to dance.

Sorry, my dance card is full

With guys who treat me right -

Too bad there isn’t anyone

Who’s loving you tonight.

When it finally hits you,

Babe, I won’t be there

I’ll be lightyears away, leaving

Sparkle traces in your hair.

All at once it hits you -

That I’m really gone for good.

You can’t blame me for trying,

I did everything I could.

You thought you were too good for me

But now I’m too good for you.

There is no one who can take my place

And there’s nothing you can do.

It’s too late to want my love,

My life is finally back on track.

I’m galaxies away from you -

And I’m never looking back.

Then it really hits you, babe

That suddenly I’m no longer there.

I just streaked by, past your heart -

Leaving stardust in your hair.

There’s a reservoir I have to find

To kill this monster that lurks inside.

With one eye open it doesn’t sleep -

O’ pray thee Lord, for my soul it keeps.

On no map is this dark chasm found.

Somewhere in my body safe and sound

It harbors sweet malice mixed with shame -

Silent stigmas that won’t go away.

Take me to the reservoir, Sugarbear,

We could jump right in and no one would care.

Hand in hand, dancing in the morning mist -

Plunging deep into this carnal abyss.

Of us, surely no one would seem to miss

The tickling remnants of our blissful kiss

Deep inside this reservoir, I have to find,

To kill this monster with a deathwish mind.

My body electric with webs of fire

Burns since I followed my true heart’s desire-

With one eye open it pretends to sleep

In a shrouded void, my soul it keeps.

Take me to the reservoir, Sugarbear,

We could dive right in and no one would care,

To kill this monster, so cunning, so quick -

Making my body so quietly sick.

As we travel further down into this dark abyss

That all started with the taint of an innocent kiss,

The pressure builds faster and harder in my swollen ears.

Deeper and deeper until the world’s light disappears.

And all that’s left is me and the darkness of the monster -

I lost you along the way, somewhere over yonder.

When it comes to loving men, the monster always wins -

And then I mourn the loss of you all over again.

Take me to the reservoir, Sugarbear,

We could dive right in and disappear -

To drown searching for the reservoir I cannot find

Leaving the monsters of this world behind.

In the city of a thousand steeples

I look for you in the congregations of people,

Knowing that you’re nowhere to be found –

There’s always a reason to never stick around.

I’m just a specter floating through the crowds,

An afterthought dissolving into the midday clouds.

In your movie, just a cameo –

Cut without even giving us a chance to grow.

When will the whole world stop going by

To give you enough time to realize,

That I want more than you know how to give –

Running away from love is no way to live.

The June heat in Hell’s Kitchen smells like trash

And spent sex. I’m burning up into a pile of ash

That you swiftly sweep down the gutter,

Even though for my yearning I know you flutter.

Becoming someone who I thought I knew

Ravages me when you promised to be tried-and-true.

Yet you’d rather play a cameo –

Fading away to someone who I used to know.

When will the whole world stop going by

To give you time enough to realize,

That I want more than you know how to give

Running away from us is no way to live.

The city of a hundred alleys sings

As I admire blue stained-glass windows and angel wings,

And ignite a dozen prayer candles

For this heart on fire is more than I can handle.

Notre-Dame Basilica seems to know

What it’s like to be so in love and feel so alone.

At the church, I leave a cameo –

Hoping someday you’ll see our love can build a home.

When will the whole world stop going by

To give you enough time to realize,

That I want more than you know how to give

Running away from love is no way to live.

You left me stranded in a sea of clones

Floating on this island all by myself;

I never thought you’d leave me all alone –

You weren’t supposed to be like everybody else.

You left my soul on a dusty shelf

Inside a cobalt jar full of sorrow;

No kind goodbyes or fond farewells –

Kept me hanging on the line waiting for tomorrow.

There’s a burning in my aching bones

And your shoulder’s feeling oh so cold;

I can’t explain this wild state I’m in –

It must be those Santa Ana winds.

You took the red eye back to the wasteland

All at once I’m nothing but a ghost;

Tell me the truth, baby, if you can –

Why won’t it be me that you will miss the most?

Flying high above the Atlantic coast

I’m nothing but a stranger in your eyes;

I guess I made the perfect scapegoat

For you to leave the stardust of this world behind.

There’s a brushfire in your desert bones

And my body’s feeling oh so cold;

I can’t explain this wild state you’re in –

It must be those Santa Ana winds.

Boy, I tried to give you all my light

Until there was nothing but a spark;

It was easy for you to take flight –

Running away to leave me lingering in the dark.

I’m rotting in the state of Denmark

As you travel the Pacific coast;

To swim with the mermen and the sharks –

Someone I used to know, just another hollow ghost.

There’s an inferno in our scorched bones

And our bodies no longer feel cold;

I can’t explain this wild state we’re in –

It must be those Santa Ana Winds.

All that’s left is my soul on your shelf –

I wasn’t supposed to be like everybody else.

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died

At the age of 99;

Nothing really special, hun,

Just a Ruger 45.

Your un-woke asshole reeks

From the shit your mad mouth spews,

Between those orange cheeks

In front of all these pews.

I’m tired of their twisted lips

Spiitting toxic viper vile,

Over their silicone tits

And plastic cherry smiles.

Kenny ain’t doin’ nothing

To make this country great,

Sipping gin from red Solo cups

Ice cold with so much hate.

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died;

A pretty-in-pink one -

Why are you so surprised?

To them, we’re all weirdo freaks

Mock righteousness they choose,

When pecking their crooked beaks

At loose bags of nuts and screws.

A merry round of pistols whip

These Proud Boys into shape,

With a gaggle of firm grips

And dazzling rainbow capes.

Karen ain’t doin’ nothing

To make this country great,

Serving slices of poison pie

On fancy Chinet plates.

All this too shall come to pass

When I cap a bullet in your ass.

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died;

Not for sport or fun

Just trying to survive.

In a sea of sheep

Sailing on a ship of fools,

Pray the Lord, their souls to keep

Courtesy of Fox News.

Flo can kiss my grits

There won’t be any trial,

No judges to acquit

When I blast those redneck smiles.

They ain’t doin’ nothing

To make this country great,

Wearing their red dunce caps

Y’all hennies took the bait.

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died;

Chic-Fil-A better run

Before I cross the other side.

There won’t be any jury

No church bells down the aisle,

Our palms are clenched with fury

Cuz you treaded on our style.

We don’t wish you well

It’s time to face the nation,

You won’t live to tell

When you face our congregation.

You ain’t doin’ nothing

To make this country great,

This is the hate you breed when

Indifference learns to procreate.

All this too shall come to pass

When I cap a bullet in your ass.

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died

At the age of 99;

Nothing really special, hun,

Just trying to survive.

My breath roams restless in this House of Sighs

Nestled dark along the cemetery’s edge,

Shrouded by tangled webs of twisted pines –

Bones buried deeply beneath the boxwood hedge.

In the attic window, a glimpse may fetch

Mater Suspiriorum, Mother of Sighs,

Wheezing in her rocking chair, cunning wretch,

Slowly suffocating in your demon eyes.

Hear her burning, an inferno she cries,

Mater Lachrymarum, Mother of Tears,

Howling past the doorsill through the Moonrise

O’er a yard of rusty vans and drunken queers.

In the angst of winter, she smells your fears,

Mater Tenebrarum, Mother of Darkness,

Cackling as the Peacock Angel appears

In a hidden vault of midnight starkness.

Shrouded she slumbers, our Mother of Sighs

Behind a wall of blue irises, she hears,

The slaying of the onyx bird with fifteen eyes

And the rolling of seven marble spheres.

Startled awake, the witches know its time –

They release your zombie tangled in the vetch

To roam this viny labyrinth of lies,

Crunching beers cans like skulls in every step.

Walking on crushed bones of lost compromise

I wander this void forever torn apart,

Forsaken, trying to rescue our tainted love

In this maze of darkness you call a heart.

I cannot breathe in this lonesome House of Sighs

Nestled dark along the cemetery’s edge,

Shrouded by tangled webs of twisted pines –

Bones buried deeply beneath the boxwood hedge.

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Sweet Nitya, the bleeding blue is frustrating you-

Like the cruel clutch of bitter winter, it soaks through,

Layer by layer, seeping into these cold bones,

Until imperfections on canvas are exposed.

A light blemish dwells, steeping into a dark blue-

In your acrylic diffidence, this much is true;

The swell of bleeding blue I find quite beautiful,

Like starfish clinging to the whirls of tidal pools.

Their arabesque is eternal as your virtue-

Painted with flames of cotton feathers in ecru,

Eclipsing the pale Sun disguised as the Wolf Moon

While sea urchins pirouette to Incandescent Blue.

The world’s survival dance is a rainbow of hues,

Hanging in your hallway amidst this bleeding blue;

Crooked as a dragon’s jaw clenching a jilted muse

Who holds a kaleidoscope of iridescent truths.

Inside this prism, perspectives shift with each view;

Yet, forever faithful remains the bleeding blue,

Never changing its devotion to these cold bones

Painted on linen revealing this forgotten truth:

I’ll always find your imperfection quite beautiful.

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