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When I Leave
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When I Leave (by Ross Bellenoit)
when I leave, put your hand in my palm
your arm in my sleeve
your voice in my song
your sunlit dress shining golden against the dawn
when I leave for the summer, leave your voice in my song
when I leave, leave your tools in the shed
your tears in your cup
your shape in my bed
your glowing, rusted book of poems yet to be read
when I leave for the winter, leave your shape in my bed
when I leave, leave my lips on your cheek
my struggle with your comfort
my songs with your grief
my little white lies to disguise my belief
when I leave for tomorrow, leave my songs with your grief
when I leave, leave me something to keep
something small enough to bury it deep
cause Lord I have such little time to spare
when I leave, leave me something to keep
when I leave, leave me something to keep
(July, 2010)
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Your Face
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Your Face (by Ross Bellenoit)
your face is a sketch that i once drew in lines
that scattered apart when i tried to refine
the details that made up the portion of you
that seemed to consistently evade my view
your eyes are a blur that fill up a big screen
a shadowy trace of a ghost i have seen
it screams in my ear with it's pupils of red
demanding the colors it seemed to have bled
your mouth is a sacred and unholy priest
that calls for redemption while tugging my fleece
you always remember the spots where i bend
and fall to my knees when you try to offend
your chin is a home for a sucker and bib
it collects it's trophies and calls it's own dibs
on men who keep switching the hair on their heads
enough to allow you to sleep in their beds
my arm is dismembered from holding you high
so much that i thought that for once i could fly
but now i am grounded amongst the betweens
of what's left in store and of what i have seen
your body is buried beneath a veneer
of water and smoke that will soon disappear
i'm letting you float into glamorous view
for now it's really the most i can do
(September, 2010)
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Empty Shelves
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Empty Shelves (by Ross Bellenoit)
a bird of chrome breathes a heavy breath
before it flies through heaven's breadth
retiring to the smell of dawn
your sleep is light but will last long
inside the house of empty shelves
we'll find the lost within ourselves
and give them air to breath in deep
before you wake up from your sleep
what fading star will crash into
the ever pulsing heart of you?
you know by now just what we are
the wreckage of some fading star
(March, 2011)
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New English Blood
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New English Blood (by Ross Bellenoit & Hannah Zaic)
i followed you high through the deepest of caves
and came back a stranger to what i once craved
no longer attached to the ways of a prince
all subjects and patrons have abandoned me since
and gathering now are some clouds of design
to cover our fields with water divine
abandon your ship you can wade through the flood
if you locate the pulse in my new english blood
i followed you far into skies yet unseen
and landed a friend to the foes of the queen
they buy me my patience with promises made
to keep their religion free from the grenade
and gathering now are the shadows of time
to keep us disrupting the production line
forget the terrain you must dig through the mud
if you're craving a taste of my new english blood
i'll follow you still into oceans and tides
to places "where legends and history collide"
cause the life that you breathe in my restless despair
has given me hope in your sweet scented air
and gathering now are the currents of love
they pull you apart like the wings off a dove
i'll bring you ashore from the coldest of floods
and your breath will be warmed by my new english blood
(April, 2011)
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You Walk Away
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You Walk Away (by Ross Bellenoit)
well there's a girl
in my town
she calls me by my last name
she asks me
where i've been
she wants to know my hidden shame
so i say i've been looking around
while staring at the frozen ground
avoiding that foreboding sound
where you walk away from me
well i have travelled
far enough
to know how hard our hearts have grown
so show me
if you can
the side that you have never shown
cause i say i've been looking around
while staring at the frozen ground
avoiding that foreboding sound
where you walk away from me
(June, 2010)
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Lust
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Lust (by Ross Bellenoit)
the clean cut of night is upon our return
a jewel to be kept in a case of concern
we watch it dissolve into stories of lust
you do what you can, i do what i must
our hands are entangled in forces unknown
to keep us from keeping our cover so blown
while residents sleep in their houses of calm
we raise up a silence of prayers and psalms
you've spoken to jesus and he loves me too
but he doesn't know you just quite like i do
so spare your distaste for the flattering rose
nobody will notice what everyone knows
i'm watching you dress, lord my patience is thin
my body is itching to get in your skin
our talk of betrayal, it bores me to tears
for what is the use of confronting our fears
they live in our choices, they live in denial
they've stood in our shadows of shame for awhile
you're talking to me about changing your ways
so you can remember the most of your days
but life isn't always "increasing the dose"
it's keeping the secret that everyone knows
(February, 2009)
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