Maya Cross-Lovelace

To Meet Again

To study money must be simple.
Clear cut, sans blurred meanings.
And messages to the point with
no room for misunderstanding.
But our comprehension is so dated
yet so modern that miscommunication
indebts us through simple errors.
And yet we wonder why we have
not found love.
Oh brain of unlimited function, this page
though from the same book, we both
write differently. Lacking overlapping
decieving ourselves that mirrors exist.
But our exacting is so varied. It must
be impossible to touch
and meet at exactly the same point.
For shame we hum in this unnatural
setting.

My Medical Marvel

Bypassed for promotion everytime I

Squeeze a teardrop from my eye

Just to see a little more clearly.

And it passes by like a flash of

My life. Lightning strikes the

Same place so many times in my heart.

Like a drum beat in my heart, where

You left your pain in my heart.

Unleash the fury from my heart!

Let it travel through veins and

Incite tales off trauma.

Heart attacks begging for repairs

Where tissue is scarred like

Toilet paper after a five hour diarrhoea.

That won't stop even after you beg your

Bowels to stop, but still they go and

All you get is dust, but still they go and

You fart and wonder what it was.

As much as you pray, your

Left side doesn't believe in God and your

Right side is paralysed,

Even though your tear glands still work.

Both sides as invisible as before with this

Magic tear potion where one drop does the trick

And you barely stick out in your dysfuntional absence.

So if all the buckets came out,

Would you disappear forever?

 

 

Or continue to lie bedridden in

A mythical sleep. Fooling everybody

That you can awake at any time

And giving hope.

The blind are lucky to have the invisible guide them,

Even through a dreamland.

Jackhammer Music Lyrics

Too much me time

Not enough me and you time

To tell you

I'm really feeling.

Down and out suddenly

Or sex crazed

Lately.

While I try to drown out the

Jackhammer in my head,

With indelicate smooches

That I save for indelicate

Situations or altercations in

Time and space where

You are not mine.

And my love is growing for you

like your trousers grow for me.

I'm happy to see you.

I'm careful to see into

Your eyes that hold me

Affectionately and

Kill me softly. But

Your songs were given by me

So its like I'm committing suicide.

And my life so chlorinated in your eyes

And your words only echo an iota of who I am

And what I feel.

In your cage, you

Sing for me so sweetly.

Good Vibrations

Things I don’t know

of smiles and love. Of alchohol and death.

Kisses of future, sighs of past.

People running and dancing on their tip toes

Insanity, sanity being drowned in it.

Cleverness in a tune, beating a drum like a heart

through a line.

Through fingertips and palms

electricity flowing, trembling.

A small strum and thumbs are lost

in beauty and pain. Conversing with blood

running on bicycles on trains.

Driving, steering my mind into

a myriad of images.

Going through each like running into

lovers.

Stripping and embracing the

memories of life. 

Rainy Day Blues

Peaceful curtains shut light out

and melodies float through my heart.

Little smiles, like youth caress my skin,

beautiful to behold.

 

In a trance, on air, on clouds,

tears rolling down a soft cheek trailing memories.

Curves imaging the mountains and

molehills of life.

 

Diving into a pool to get the full taste

of life drenched with clothes sticking every inch.

A puzzle of experience, like notes

falling on a rainy day. 

Identify II (Historical Fantasy)

Mockery of my history kills my ancestry
Dead.
Lies of my suffering break my back
Twice over.
Bruises on my belly destroy my children
Inside me.

Figments of my imagination stray to a future where
A smile isn’t a burden to carry
And brutality isn’t the sweetest caress welcomed with 
Open legs
Like ignorance.
Where power is in the mind and not the tongue.

Identify III (Rejection)

Forced at all sides
Left to identify with 
Nothing.
Cold concrete enclosing any connection
To similarities.
Too much here
Not enough there.

Kisses, tasting desire
Lustful for perfection.
Striving for purpose with the cause
That is never owned
Always
Out of reach.

Little deaths forming at junctions.
Burnt bridges to support
Life
Disintegrating at denial
Sad souls suffer rejection.
Not to be part of 
The fight.

Camera

Seeing eyes like peepholes,

my camera, capturing your irises,

reflecting the circle of

loveliness.

 

Depth like a black hole,

yet waves ripple on the surface,

meditating on the tides

of life. 

Identify

Feel the pain on my inside line

When you say you don’t know who I am.

Feel the fingerprints left on my face

After you tell me who I am.

Feel the hurt in my gut when

I am no longer left to define

Myself.

 

Feel the bile in my stomach rise

When my history is overwritten.

See the hair in your hand

When you pull out my roots.

And the ache in my feet

Lie

Up and down my spine.

Loners in Birdland

Shadows play with my soul and my body passes through hoops of fire.

They taunt me, they mock me and ridicule me. They pick at my flesh.

The sunless land plays with my eyes and my skin.

They weep and burn. They redden and freeze. 

Boots mean nothing

Black means nothing

I mean nothing

Birds flap their wings, morphing into giant predators.

Their talons creating shadows that chase my own down onto concrete and into gravel.

They chase my blood out onto the black pitch.

I can't see my shadow, its barely there playing with my heart.