Celeste

O' Night peaceful night
Velvet covers of dark o'er me
Provide me haven ast I tinker

O' Night blanket of comfort
Shroud me in nothing

Stifle your stars, let me look at them naked
Exposed. Muffled. 

Love.

The Moon speaks tonight.

I am nothing before you

Guide me again, darling



DW

Toronto

Autumn comes
Your sunlight doesn't love me
Not the same way I love you
Your naked trees 
When I am but
Warmth once felt
Warmth once missed before

As a child
Wistful and empty
Uneven steps through mud
I approach my obelisk
I am humble and wide eyed
A sky full of constellations
Possibilities
Futures
Moments

The shade comes
Here comes the rain

They want me to be okay
They're going through their own issues
I'll lay patient
It doesn't matter if I'm going through anything
I'll lay patient
Nobody asks me if I'm okay
Nobody asks me if I'm okay
Nobody asks me if I'm okay
Nobody asks me if I'm okay
Nobody asks me if I'm okay
Nobody asks me if I'm okay
Nobody asks me if I'm okay
Nobody asks me if I'm okay
They don't ask me if I am okay.

Lifeline

My only fault is that I drew first breath
You scrape the sky
Teach me how to be you
To be devoid of emotion and to feel you
You are math, I am spirit
I only win in the end
I only win in the end
They can only lose me
In the end

-V

Relexia

Don't wear that mask while I disarm you
Shaking and confused 
You confuse an empire with four walls
Do not mull over my tracks

I will live more than I have died
One day
One day I will
One day I will have no fear

D.W '19

Exit

Errant souls seeing themselves shapely in a mirror
Drunk off of spirits and colours that lie

Ignore the past and present yet dance in the moment
A slow two step to the same Lakehead

Silently searching for a saviour
Amphibious spirits we are that fill a space

So efficiently and so quickly
Will you show me the door?

Salt

My friends raced towards age
Yet I did not
Great ambition and momentum moving towards their empirical North
While here I pirouette
Communicated with words
Mine with expression
Waltzed in perfect squares
I move like water

Their lake is full
My ocean still claims land


D.W

Seed

This wonderful spark of life
At her worst she's better than anything I could be
She gives me strength and order
She is everything I want to be
I want to be better than her

She must have mountains of strength and she has her extraordinary tools
She has everything I want and she does not know it
I want to be better than her

Catch a draft and I'm spinning now, I'm spinning so fast, I want to be closer
She latches on, I'm slowing, I am the Earth
Not to me, not to anybody
I'm so close to her
I need to be better

I am the image of stasis.
I am all.
This moment of clarity is timeless.
This moment birthed love.
This moment is Gaia.
This is everything forever.

D.W

I could die in your coil
I would finally feel

You hide me so well
You drown my demons in drink

I love you before I know what love is

I have become

Just..please.

I long for that feeling, to not feel at all.

-OS

Penny Crush Parade

The machine is dying.

The machine is on fire.

Hurtling in no direction.

Metal bled, create the past.

Someone jam the wheels. 

Take down the sails.

If I had the means.

Had I the gall.

To steer, that which can't be stopped.

Let us await.

Await the hour.

Maybe I'll have it in me. 

After all. 

D.W

"The life of this world is only the enjoyment of deception (3:185)"

The monotheistic doctrines of this world are the real deception. Courtesy of the Church and the Mosque.

A Prayer

When it's time to fall,
Let the ground catch me

When the lights are out,
Let the momentum survive

If the waters break,
Give me buoyancy

When I'm not as translucent as I hope I'd be
I am The Comedian

When I fade away
Lord give me strength.
For I am the unloved.


D.W

God pulled the plug.

Mother nature and the nature of man conflict.
Warm, humming wires and whirring cogs now frozen still.
Once occupied minds, now desperately try and grasp on to anything.
Anything even remotely reminiscent of a few hours ago.
The soft hum of spinning fans would be a delight.
A reassuring reminder that even though my conscious self is occupied, things are working.
I do not remember the last time I picked up a pen.
Already my fingers have begun to ache.
Have I really filled out half a page?


If there really is a Hell, and we're living it,
then this must be purgatory.
Whatever I am writing right now has no purpose.
I haven't decided why I even began.
Maybe I'm bored.
Maybe I wanted to make use of however much sunlight I have left.
Maybe I'm remembering my life at a much simpler time.

In the span of a long wink

What's to happen tomorrow?
What led me here?
I can't have imagined any of this.
Am I imagining this?
I'm constantly chased by the end of a sentence.
And the pen in his hand, drags against tired paper.

How am I to finish this chapter?
Do I honestly want to finish it?
Or have my four walls finally had enough?
But I see space sometimes. A clear horizon that stretches through any wall I have imagined.
I am moving towards it. My eyes shut as I pass through walls with much ease.

I see mirrors.
I break into a run.
I imagine obstacles.
I dismiss them.
I create walls.
Fucking walls.
I'm angry.
I tear through.
I see light beyond light.
My eyes feel like I'm on fire.
I'm spinning furiously.

You're momentarily concerned.

"Hello?"

"Hm? Oh, sorry. Lost in thought"

We continue.

I am shaken.

I am still.

D.W

Upside down

"Hear me out", she says
"We aren't actually here"

"Where are we then?", I ask
Wide eyed, and yearning

"There's an ocean between us. I can't tell you everything, but it's a journey for me to take. Not you."

We've come full circle, and this is where I willingly sink.

The sun's smile fades while I speed slowly towards a soil bed.

Good morning, my darling.

-DW

North

In this coil, I grow weak
My precious son has risen, above even soil
This callous past, wakes me before I wake
It is my turn now
To say good morning to the sun

D.W

I'm back.

I think.

Bibliography

"I do not believe in God or a god, I believe in the power of faith. Its healing powers and the happiness it brings believers. To them, I wish them goodwill and happiness, and I commend them on finding it today. But I hope to my peoples' creation that they find out that the last page of their novelle has been torn out and they find out there might be nothing beyond this mortal coil. I hope their happiness lasts their entire lifetime, because after that, I believe there is nothing. The beauty of it all is that they will never know, and neither will we." D.W