Bleed With Me

One of my favorite pieces of American poetry is Fear by Hart Crane. The following piece which I have written is inspired at least in part by Crane’s piece. I wrote this today but what it captures for me is at least ten years in the making. It is called Bleed with me.

I think I’m hurting everywhere
and I know that I’m a monster
I wonder if you really care
or if it’s just cool to say your honored

Nonetheless you have me here
It was a gracious invitation
But I can’t help but fear
your sincere is imitation

Oh light a fire, this could go all night
and it’s cold enough in you presence
I’m sick of the apprehension
with which I’ve been stricken since adolescence

I’m done with self protection
The latex of placation
I invite your infection
and I will share without equivocation

We can not see clearly,
who we really are
This I concede and I will bleed with thee
Will you embrace my scars?

wwb

Maybe

Maybe, it was just a dream
Love and peace and sacred things
and pride it was always king
Could you wear that crown with me?
Maybe, there is only what we see
the earth and sky and in between
we are crying out to something
that we could give a name
Hold on

Maybe, It’s not a dream
A God of Love over everything
and the pride that I’ve held on to
is what’s been holding me
Maybe, there is more than what we see
and an end to all this suffering
We are crying out to something
that could give us name
Hold on

It’s just the stuff of legends
and fairy tales they say
When all the past it can’t come clean
it can wash your hurt away
But Maybe there’s a reason
Maybe there’s a rhyme
Hearts are fragile and minds are frail
Could you say this prayer tonight?
Hold on

wwb