Back to the crushing black deep,
Curtain shadow and starless black
Oil well swelled swirling black
Frost bitten dead toe black, cruelest of cruel cursing soul black
Crushing bastard black, rage thrashing sea.
Pass me the blade I will end this quick,
No more sinking from this sinking ship,
Leave the noose; pay the hangman’s tip,
Tie the boulders to this lead brick,
I am jumping from this revolving ship,
Throw me no more lines.
Further into deaths cloak black I sink,
Further deep into the dead man’s drink,
Passed the unforgiving Jack Frost brink,
Heavy iron binds the chains that link,
That pulls me to floor.
Let my lungs fill and sleep my mind away,
Away from quotes and all there meaningless bile,
Come into my mind for a day, then quote me a smile.
You keep scratching your hollow scrawl,
And I will remain dead eared upon the floor.
Pass me your hand; I will put it under the kettle,
Let’s test your resolve your inner metal,
And see if you can carry on,
Too much too soon?
Here is a broom, to sweep up your meaningless words.
Let me sink down further still,
To the black sacked cat sleeping drown
Seashell sounding whooshing drown
Dead patch eyed sipping sailor drown,
And on milky-way grains leave me to lie.
Where were you all years ago?
Before the acceptance, the circus show.
You have found your voice, along with your spine,
Well done for joining in at the correct and proper time,
And speaking from such a caring heart.
As I lay I look up through the black,
Tar beach sludge black
Oil glued winged bird black
Cancer lung black
Smoker’s death black, smoking black sea.
And in the dark of my pitiful demise,
I look to the heavens at broken skies,
I see a pair of marble pendulums looking down at me.
Golden rich deep brown eyes
Stab my heart with a lightning bolt jolt.
Eyes that hold with cobra stare,
Break down the dark, supply the air,
And lift my heart from its coal-black pit,
Gives me the strength, supplies my grit,
And from the grain I rise.
Her hair of raging black flames,
Wild burning bright illuminates blackest night,
All hell takes flight, vineyard soil of blackest sight,
Blackest, black hair.
I rise further still.
A smile that would make the ungodly pray,
Singing hallelujah, armies of trumpets play,
Pearl gates open to welcome coming day,
I want to reclaim my soul I say,
And so furthermore, I rise.
Passed the patch eyed sipping sailor,
Passed all the wing glued birds,
Passed Jack and his frosty brink,
Passed the ships of past times sink,
And all the forgotten souls. I rise.
And back to her arms I will always return
Back to her embrace, her heavenly burn,
I will always find the strength through my sinking demise,
To swim up towards broken bluer skies and meet her loving arms,
And so always, I shall rise.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.