Always and More (grace, blood, bless, grace, disease)

[Firecat89]

The concept I am trying to portray in this poem is dedicated to E.R.R. and all of the mistakes that only make me love her more. Also, to viewers like you It seems as if an actually good poet inhabited my body long enough to write this, then flee along with my sanity. What sanity, you may ask?

Goddess great and tall
Pursed lips in dream
Pupils growing small
White-washed skin of cream
Against sweet velvet black
Make-up heavy, metal jingling
On people she has turned her back
Outspoken go on mingling

So many things about her
Are different, so it's told
The way no lamp will light her
New, wonderful, yet old

Hallway speckled blue
Footsteps echo in my mind
He snickers and sticks out a shoe
He, not she, is blind
Of course he would not understand
The wicked hunt the truly just
No parent there to reprimand
Nor manners learned that he need dust

She stumbles, no one there to lend
A hand so needed, always and more
And loses hope as she descends
To meet the sparkling floor

Quick as lightening
Slow as paste
I clutch her wrist
And have a taste

I always knew, always and more
No one can ever slam a door
Defiant foot that jams in place
And takes the blow, with quiet grace

I've stopped their fun, they're after me
Draw blood, break bones, pull hair
If you saw what I now see
You would not sit and stare

Girl, you wouldn't gasp in horror at
The martyr beaten to the ground
If you knew who I really was
Names ring with such exquisite sound

Anne Frank, Tragic Queen
Tongue, heart, lungs and veins
Breasts, intestines, liver, spleen
I'll show you in the quiet rains
Lightening, thunder, thrill and shock
Floods and droughts are my domain
Things that no one dare to mock

You are such a thing now, love
Sick kitten image now long gone
No longer deer or roadkill dove
Their corpses still live on

So you say I know you too?
You claim it was a harmless joke?
That "good" boy, beaten black and blue?
No cause my anger to invoke?

But surely now, my sweet, you see
Though you harm none, the passive one
You are still a part of me
My other half, my shining sun
And for our spirit's still delight
At dusk and dawn, entwined we lay
Blood will stain the skies come night
Loving we stand, divided we pay

Though you abide the Rule of Three
And boast it hasn't failed you yet
By the Lady, blessed be
My darling, yes you do forget
I've facets that you do not know
Eager? Search me. You won't find
What makes me tick, what makes me glow
Find only that I'm undefined

Constantine, Alexander the Great
Ahkenaten, Einstein, endless lists
So many men, so many dates
Lives shrouded in such groggy mist
Brilliant, brute, and in between
Sense of smell a little off
Eyesight maybe not too keen
Perhaps a pesky, lingering cough
I am virus and disease
That clings with tight, possessive claws
So kill me any way you please
Amuse me with your futile "laws"
Won't work on me, why even try?
How can you fight, and for what cause?
You want to argue, throat is dry
I am your bones, your blood, your breath
Stability that causes strife
I can't help but bring you death
Even so, do your fear life?
Or is it loss of such you think?
Hate me, think I am absurd?
Half listening to what I say?
Or hungry, hanging on each word?

Always and more
I'll never let go, I'll never release
You'll realize you don't want to part
Collapse with weakness in the knees
Not weakness in the heart

I love you for all you are
And all you will have yet to be
Cold and comfort, light and dark
Just me and you, you and me