Diver Down

August 29, 2019

Some look astonished
While some may give way
They sink to the sea bed
And leave the lungfish drift away

The light of the world is shrinking in this aquatic holocaust
Faces like fish, in the depths of the ocean
Eyes immersed into white, saturated flesh

Isn’t it quiet?
Isn’t it clear?

A shield from cloudy water
As salt grips at a canvas suit
This eroding process paralleled their story
With no word spoken of any sinking

A heavy, copper helmet
Clamped tight upon the corselet
The sound of the world subsides
Compression frets about his head
As the water-tight seal holds shut

The horse shoe weight presses firmly down on his breast bone
Heaving with remorse
Pulling on the air valve
He signals diver down

Goodbye was just a word
Even though she heard it flow through the ridges of his teeth
She hoped his clamped jaw would press three syllables to mend
And so she pretended he would whisper the three syllables with softness again

Now that it’s quiet
Isn’t it clear?

She’d filled his suit with tears

The old sea she’d been thanking
Was everything,
That he wasn’t

 

(Words, Illustration and Music by Tylea Copyright 2017/2019)

 

Gotta Pull Down

August 27, 2019

Gotta Pull Down

My favourite place to be
Was at the wheel of a rock and roll van
Rolling the country with blue skies and semis
Driving to a different band

Then the car pool stopped
And your luck ran out
Were you a woman or a man?
You gotta pull down
The frequencies found
A way into the sound

My favourite way to be
Was under lights and up on the stage
Dancing on floorboards, creaking some backbones
Singing to the ghost up the back

Then the stage show stopped
‘Cause the dog took off
With the needle and the strings
You gotta pull down
Make the best of the light
Shine it back to those who bend

I’ve pulled down what I had
I’ve pulled down what I heard in my head
It comes from a place
Everybody’s been
You know it well
The sound can swell

Gotta pull down
Gotta pull down
Gotta pull down
Gotta pull down

My favourite way to be
Was under lights and up on a stage
Dancing on floorboards, creaking their backbones
Singing to the ghosts up the back

Then the contracts stopped
Cause the words burned out
With the feelings from the shame
You gotta pull down
Make the best of the light
Shine it back to those who bend

Words and music by Tylea copyright 2017

Shadow of the Fire

August 6, 2019

Separately
I held you near
And I stored you
Like a cigarette behind my ear

I wanted you
All to myself
Unassisted
Like a hand that offers no help

And the fire’s gone
With the croakin’ of the timber
The sounds of a stranger
Reproach disintegrating cinders

For some warmth
For some light
I’m alone
In the blackness of its light
In the dark glow
Still some citrus embers
Dying in the night

The isolation
Is like a black crow high in the trees
Its stony calls
To the anger in the breeze blowin’

Now the fire’s gone
With the croakin’ of timber
The sounds of a stranger
Approach disintegratin’ cinders

For some warmth
For some life
I’m alone
In the blackness of your light
In the dark glow
The citrus embers
Are dying in the night

Kissed your face in shadow of the fire

Warmed your cold hands near the fire on that night

I’m alone
I’m alone
Dying in the night

And the fire’s gone
With the croaking of the timber
The breath of a stranger
Blows to captivate reminders

Into light
Intro warmth
I’m alone in the blackness of night
But in your glow

There’s still some citrus embers
Dying forth in the night

Copyright Tylea 2017

Book Lungs

July 29, 2019

Book Lungs

I miss the smell of split hardwood
And the weight of carrying something good
Finding and offloading firewood
That used to be me.

The thought appends to me
Like a spider’s web to a bloody finger
The acting and accounting
For entanglement.

Breathe like a spider
The book lungs of a spider

The fire, water, wind
And the sound of earthly sorrows
Couldn’t put the web down into the dirt
Nor settle on its incredible worth.

The spider quavers from left to right
The fits of agitation and disorder
Breathe happenings for nothing.

Breathe like a spider
The book lungs of a spider

Page by page
Leaf by leaf
Song by song 


Until all firewood has been carried and burned out.

(Words by Tylea copyright 2018)