Of Liars and Philosophers by Telle

Hearts

You hold my heart

A bleeding mass of purpose

Outstretched are the fingers

That you I don’t want to lose

This love took a form of

Friendship you thought could endure

But with deaf ears

You lashed out words that injured

Why can’t the heat of the sun

Fall on that pain amassed

And warm again the veins

That refused to give to trust?

Weathered is the promise

Of emotions standing still

Waiting am I for you to call me

And with lights may world you’ll fill

Fallen Angel

God clipped the wings that conquered the sky

You fell into the earth

The great descent wiped the joy in you

Love was put to death

I will cut my own wings

And give it to you, my dear

Burn the sky to ashes

Just to give earth some color

I know you don’t need my arms

You don’t need my existence

You don’t need me

But when the time comes that you could now spread your wings

Rise up, fallen angel

Remember the one who compromised

And fly away!

The turning away

Consider this mutual

I turn away

With this blinding light you cursed me

In my eyes hid dismay

The bind that we considered

Now a wretched link

Hate—a forming rust—corrupts us both

The soul inside stinks

To hell with the amity

That is never returned

My image in your mind

Slowly—but surely—burns

I cared, I dared to reach out

But you failed to figure

Now, I am left outside

While you lock the door

Oh Mary, My Mary

I

When the devil whispers taunting,

As the earthquake moves her pace,

She will face the heaven asunder;

Mocks the sun in many ways.

When God whispers His grudging words,

Like a lightning graced the dusk,

She’ll cover her eyes from the light

And cater her earthly lust.

II

Oh, blood that spills to cleanse the face

Of her bittersweet longing

Looked down on those who cannot speak.

Withstand her condescending!

The castle now resounds the scream

Of the souls she had tortured

No longer breathing, silenced sceaming

Fills the unholy chamber.

III

O Mary, bathe in virgins’ blood,

Your name so sweet and holy.

Just wear the phantom mask of lies

And dance with melancholy

Break the hearts of God and Satan.

Be the master of thyself.

You are alone now, dear Mary.

Alas! This loneliness delve.