Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is Gloomy
My hours are slumberless
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
The angels have no thoughts of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy sunday….

Gloomy sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there’ll be candles and prayers that are said, I know
Let them not weep, let them know that I’m glad to go
Death is no dream, for in death I’m caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I’ll be blessing you
Gloomy sunday….

Dreaming….
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, dear
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy sunday….

written by: Rezs– Seress
favorite recordings:
Billie Holiday
Bjork
Sarah McLachlan

sacrosanct rending
the teacup crushed
in my larynx
the crumbled ice cream cone
we feel this
the petals of an unripe rose
peeled away
the naked dew burns
in the sun
salt slathered on burns
awake
lungs awake with each new breath
each new breath a sail of bees
but breathing
till the bleed stops
the flesh folds
back on to bones
blades of my prayers
wiped clean of my blood
blessings bestowed
like blood on rainslick tar
coal crumbled like ice cream cones
darken my eyes
kohl

my crown is heavy
but my neck is strong

my lips are red
my wine is deep
and my honey
as dark and thick
midnight marmalade
the pots ride
on brown coils
piled on my head

porcelain breaks
i never brake
i suck the sour of the mandrake

the gauze of my dreams
mists around their silhouettes
shadows swallowing their howls in silence

i wake up with purple crescents in my palms
i palm my brow
forefinger curving around my throat
the soundest sweetest sleep

Abyssinian indigene
Obsidian diffidence
Bill the prince for the concert
of stars warbling an opera
Aurora borealis spilled from the chalice of the cosmos
Not close enough
When your smoke erupts, I want to taste it simultaneously
We made this day concurrent with the cataracts in Eden
We be holy but when loving we may masquerade as heathen
breathing silent suras from the temple to the street
I’m reading all your melody from your temple to your teeth
It’s too simple just to speak – we build nations with a glance,
crumble sultans and their castles when we cast our eyes askance
dance with colored ribbons in the desert dust like whirlwind
Lurk in halls of marble, playing hide and seek in palace
Rambling of poems as we’re ravaging the atlas
Backflips through atlantis easy as we never left it
Your palm is velvet on my pelvis,
your song scribbled on my delta