4:32

By Corinthian

Uncorseted.

with only a golden locket
of baby
fluff and ribbon
tied around my throat
+

painful skull
and soft mouth

on white
pillows
crossing
my palm
with
the
water
of birth

unpetal me

when
your
breathing
awakes

dripping
through
the very
wound of christ
&
films of
light
puffs of blue

on lips & hands

unthink
these things
in my
sleepless
lash

I am
uncomforted
below showers
of Hail.

no words
no words.

+
In this
house of
wood and
shade
I
wander for
too long
+


hear this tinkling song
  http://youtu.be/iZz5bzZA_hw

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Published on Thursday, March 22, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "4:32 "

A former member wrote: A bell in the dark. A woman's voice behind a ray of light, in the shadows of the abandoned, ancient shrine. Whispers in a language i know not of. Dark sanctuary, grant me the secrets she left behind. ... i wish i would have known you long enough to know the secret of 4:32. Each song you give, even now, as the cello echoes with her voice...each song i search for that moment of which you speak. Is it a passage from some tome of sorrow to which you were maiden protector? The song, like this song you've written, is forlorn. i feel it is this work here which speaks the most of your sorrow. That birth which never could be. The death where life should have come. You splintered there. You never could return to blue for the blue of that face. Oh, Sister, i weep with you this day. That echo you left behind, the almost~silent moan you chirped before eternal slumber...it comes now from my mouth. The music goes on. Life goes on and you'll not know how beautiful it could be. Return as some new form. We'll meet again under a better Moone.
On Monday, March 18, 2013, knightmirror (426) wrote:

very interesting... you know what to expect yet it was very unexpected... is house of wood in shade... very nice... thank you for sharing I will be reading more...-knight
On Monday, March 26, 2012, Corinthian (306) wrote:

Your mouth is so holy it only knows my songs someday we were going to paint emerald frogs on Chinese paper and lightning bug jars would be on every step because we are afraid of the dark .... say we will do it anyway .... in my dream I wrote you a 98 page letter and then I hung rosaries of violet diamond and fake jesus's on the window ... when I woke up I told him .... this These are when the days hurt the most ...I wake up.and you are still asleep and I can not reach out to wake you up too so I have this empty feeling like I am the only one on earth and I feel scared my mind has tricked my heart into believing you are here ..but I can not find you .....I told him this because I love him and I wished him sweet dreams ...lace leaves ....and .... jewelry dew white sparklingy ivy ... trees with candles and blue halos and there are rainbows in the middle of the night here .... he soothes me like novacaine .... I don't think I feel like catching that last breath ... my baby wind .....and I remember the smell of your hands ....in wind and lights ..... spinning wax infant branches and shimmer ..... you got lost ... you didn't stay always here ..
On Thursday, January 8, 2015, anaksunamun (88) wrote:

Innocent sting. seeing a shadow, confident that I have not seen anything. scents ..cologne, mouth, sick and blood. Eerie earth, angel meat, lushly skins, they speak us neglective___ Wolf doves, like blue moon cuts || Mirror air, handcuff sleep || Nor can I stop carefully, solar stiffing, theatre loud of skull ______a celo, a sleigh an ankle bracelet ..visitations broken ____I'll sleep a little when I'm brave again ....white at night , blue storm astrological decease ___a torso lullaby from a time so long ago that it cannot be remembered._____________________________stay confused, pretend you are deaf, blind, that you cant speak english__________ stay hidden its 4:33
On Thursday, January 8, 2015, Cantara (713) wrote:

â™¡â™¡â™¡ I'm hugging you so tight in my heart right now â™¡â™¡â™¡
On Saturday, January 3, 2015, Cantara (713) wrote:

The gentle beauty of you even though you're in such pain rips my heart out.
On Tuesday, March 27, 2012, natalie (3052) wrote:

(HUGS) : (
On Tuesday, March 27, 2012, Corinthian (306) wrote:

Nymph of horror spinning trapped in lily vines and stroking star .. in my womb there live thorns. Holy spirit locked. In a cage twisted wires ....cocoon silk. Flowers and needles .......needles and air .........honey and dirt ......roses and mildew ......stabbing Christ in the dark. Broken beauty broken beauty .... a whore made of frost and weeds ......... no beds no beds .... you are the bell of God .... a frightened fool no books ..no.lights.......queen of sick and spice inside my mouth it taste like rust and sage ....do you see this? Did you feel me my Lord help me help me help me ........ there is blood in my dreams ....blood and glass ..... glass and blood. There are dreams in ....my blood ...... I can.smell.the.old.sky. I am lost I am lost ..........
On Saturday, January 3, 2015, Cantara (713) wrote:

I want to reach out and hold you in your pain. Give something... but there's nothing... you have my love
On Sunday, June 21, 2015, Cantara (713) wrote:

There was nothing. Nothing anyone could give, pure and gentle soul, quivering in pain
On Sunday, March 25, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (606) wrote:

Beautiful words laid out in such a complimenting style to the whole piece. Awesome writing, D. later -
A former member wrote: good poem. love the pace saddened by beauty ][ ][
On Friday, March 23, 2012, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

...your poem & the music take us to a place away form our reality, a place that needs knowing...