orchestra of the heart: drowning

with that beginning note
starts the memory of the heart
seventeen notes later
the strangest pangs will start
the song brings back a memory
of something that you've lost
a time that you won't have again
and so you take a pause.
and as you listen to this song
those pangs will pierce your soul
they'll soon become addicting
and your heart will pay the toll
but amazing how those blood-red notes
assault your heart like darts
they course right through your pulsing veins
and infect your beating heart
with feelings known from times gone past
they're liquid now
they're flowing fast
the notes pour in
your heart is drowned
in pools
of blood-red liquid sound.

-D.B.
11/15-16/2010 & 1/2011

reposted with a few minor edits and a title--after posting turning, I realized that it had a similar theme to this one and so i decided to make them part of a series: "orchestra of the heart."

wounds

break the skin open
cut out all the stitches
bleed it out
along the scars
i forgot were even there.
do it like a blindside
take me by surprise
don't make a sound
just tear it out
don't put it back with care.
rip me a new one
and another for good measure.
it's all the same,
build pain on pain
a blood-red, fleshy treasure.
make bold incisions
let it all pour out,
the old the new
the shallow and deep
and all by your decision.

D.B.
11/11/2012, 4/4/2013

little white pill

there's more to me
than that little white pill
there's more to me
than i get from a drug
i am a human
i have a heart
and a brain
and a soul
that is tearing apart.
they tell me i'm destined
to do these great things
they tell me i can do
whatever i dream
but it comes with an asterisk
a bit of fine print:
you can't do it without
that little white pill.
but this is who i am
what i am
how i'm made
are you telling me now
i'm improperly made?
am i defective
will i fail as a human
did God overlook
some careless mistake
that i have to suffer
that's madness i say
that i can't be without
that little white pill.
i'm convinced of my value
with no drugs in my blood
it's not much i'll tell you
so you'd better ask God.
so i guess now i'll ask You
will my purpose still live
if my blood can flow free
from the drugs that they give?
will i choke under pressure
of doing Your will
if i don't choke down
that little white pill?

-D.B.

3/27/2013

11/15-16/2010 & 1/2011

With that beginning note
starts the memory of the heart,
seventeen notes later
the strangest pangs will start.
The song brings back a memory
of something that you've lost,
a time that you won't have again
and so you take a pause.
And as you listen to this song,
those pangs will pierce your soul,
they'll soon become addicting
and your heart will pay the toll.
But amazing how those blood-red notes
assault your heart like darts,
they course right through your pulsing veins
and infect your beating heart
with feelings known from times gone past,
they're liquid now, they're flowing fast,
the notes pour in, your heart is drowned
in pools of blood-red liquid sound.

-D.B.