time
burns into the back of my eyelids

wasting moments
wasted with friends
of Brutus ilk

Dreams of places unfelt
tastes of languages unknown
whilst doorframes hold me within (+sheltered)
crumbling walls

The fading light
from a city lost
crying with no sight
of its spirit
confused in grocery store ally's
wandering in drug'd violence
ignored and reviled.

if you find the piece
let me know what i have lost

That these feared dreams cease

That i leave this place behind

That those timed burns cease

That I may learn to love.

nick bacon January 23 2012

Im Forever a Stranger

I'm forever a stranger to this world I don't understand its language. It doesn't understand my silence. As if we'd met in a mirror, a shadow of contempt is all we exchange. I'm forever a stranger to myself. Afraid of the Dark, I block with my body the only light. My only lover is my shadow my only enemy my heart. 

Rules of Alliteration.

Pretty little lives
built within cages of social standard
emotions hidden heretofore
norms of behavior leaving marred masks
and flecks on porcelain skin
for judicious judgments
by our phony friends
and narcissistic neighbors

to be real requires
no, does demand

that ourselves open

past these trite trappings

to a livid life
without Gods Government or Guarantee.



©Nicholas Bacon
August 2010

A star is born ( or " M81 Starburst Galaxy)

Hold my hand and watch these stars

ignore bruised cheeks and torn skirts
ignore shut doors and cars un-returning

In this moment
Watch a star be born, with me
While a heart will beat, with you

ignore bruised cheeks and torn skirts
ignore shut doors and cars un-returning

For in this moment
Our lives entwined
Hold my hand and watch these stars.

January 25 2012

Learn to stay

I've spent my days
in imaginary lands
with friends
pretend
who all know
that one day
I would leave,
for good.

When i do
I will leave behind
so you can't forget
about how much
I loved you,
all these memories.
I wont change my
life, and I wont
ever go back
to that
and I will always
believe, never doubt

that this was a change
for the best

but I still believe
that this heart
will learn to stay.

Auto biography.

On my life as book
I shall make great note
of the foreshadowing,

when i bought
a broken heart.
and could not find the other
half to match you and of
blue and pink.

Carrying on.

Carrying on meaningless conversations
in my head
Carrying on, like the grief
from loved ones lost
Carrying on, as the jilted
lover forcing things to be right
Carrying on through the scars
that have just finished healing

these microcosms we isolate
within too walk the days
calm.. tell me when you think we became so unhappy...

lies and veils to obscure
perception and make your
storming out that door. . .
not so hard.

So choose i must
two half demons tearing
upon me
two different voices
ripping me asunder

pretty lies that bring drug induced
joy - a simpletons smile

or

Harsh winter winds
with sad self questioning
is there worth?
sitting aloof alone near
hospital beds.
paying the terrible debt I
owe you.
Is there worth?
living in reality
suggesting a smile
while freezing without.

January 22 2012
©Nicholas Bacon