Anxiety

Sometimes the sky is a suffocating asthma
So weighted on my lungs
My grinding jaw gives me headaches
And my sensitive skin tightly shrivels
And I’m rough to touch
And I’m rough to talk to
Because if I soften my fists
I’ll implode under the crushing of it all

By Kiri Gray © 

Widow

Sunshine, greyed
By the black veil that waved a silent goodbye from his back

She howled with the wind that swept her off her feet
And begged the sky that poured, with weeping pleads
An unanswered cry
That was met by the rain of a thousand knives

Vanishing into the distance, a shadow with blood-red in its palm
A gaping wound in her chest
Her knees abandoned her body, she fell
The pain numbed by the cruelty, of a fatal farewell

Love fought to echo
But the vast gravity of the heavens
Pinned it down in her shell

Days became nights and darkness prevailed
Un-repairable heartbreak in its wake
A wandering soul mourning the pasts of a lost world
Their world, her world

The glass from her broken heart
Shattered her spirit
Until all the pieces of her life were torn down

Embraced by the yearning earth where he lay
A slight of solace was found
And her body sacrificed itself and fed love into the ground

By Kiri Gray ©

Nothing Less

When the shadows loom, the light in your golden eyes keeps me safe
So let me be your dream catcher, I will capture your nightmares and strangle the little tortures that try to infect your mind

You are my savior; I shall never let you go blind
If they try and haze your vision, take mine. Have mine.
My world is a spring of abundant love, where the petals of beauty bloom free
I do not need sight to see the beauty in thee

Who knew the addictive agony of love, is the sacrifice of selfishness?
Even after the disagreeing fork tongued fights
Still, warrior mode, I am at your side
I’d take place as your passenger if that were the terms & conditions of the ride

When the doubtful judgements deflate my beliefs, you breathe whispering kisses of reality, back into my dreams
So let me keep you alive, and paint your happiness yellow
I will spend all my nights decorating your starless skies
Until you look up and gaze the heaven you imagine all the time

And if you long for warmth in the blistering breeze of winter
I will set my heart on fire and hold your hands to my chest

And when you think the shady world has no love left.
I will give it, infinitely. Nothing less.

By Kiri Gray ©

Naivety is a victim

Joy, trust & comfort sat on their high horse

Betrayal came along and snapped their little necks

They can’t bathe in happiness, boasting and proud,

Where jealousy lurks…

 

Loathing prods at the stomach of an unsatisfied counterpart

Who treacherously wears the white flag 

And naivety makes casualties of innocent victims 

Breeding dispirited loves 

 

By Kiri Gray © 

You Are My Wings

The feathers on my back are not my own

A reassuring frame of fortification, armouring my naivety

Escaping the denial that those others aren’t always driven by the heart

You caress the wounds of my fights until healed

With caring nobility, nonetheless anger for my strife

A bullet would sink into the flesh of your chest

Before you let me lose my life

 

You are my wings

Each breath you exhale elevates my spirit

So my soul flies on the freedom of love

And I’m free; my being is whole and endlessly free

For you took the lost shards I thought were gone

And devotedly bonded the gaps

 

By Kiri Gray ©

My Prayer

Is it right that I pray to you

For forgiveness, for help, for love?

When I don’t carry your name on my lips like a preacher 

And question your presence above

Maybe it’s the hope that I clutch 

But I feel like when I reach for you, you hold my hand

Even if you can’t help, you understand

 

Is it right that I pray to you 

When I don’t recite your words?

And I question the books that claim to hold your verse

The skill of mans disguise, to surpress for status 

Means lack of faith has grown throughout the ages

As discovered truths uncover lies

That benefit the elite and sustain lower class divides

 

Is it right that I pray to you 

When I feel this anger?

Is this what was intended of your creation?

Have you turned your back on us, or is it our own self-doing?

Is the blame on our hands for turning your Eden to ruin?

 

Is it right that I pray to you but never visit your home?

 

Is it right that I only ever pray to you when I’m alone?

 

I don’t know.

 

I always try to pray in thanks 

Show appreciation for the good in my life

Practice a pure heart of morals

Learned from mistakes and strife

 

And every time I look love in the eye, 

 

I pray with a grateful heart for you to make it last for life