The crawl.

Doubting the crawl in eager succession.

Slow paced and viral.

A stay of execution, 

  A broken heart on the sidewalk. 

    A chance to start new. 

      A lie

My second great tirade ends at dusk. 

The crawl will forever remain. 

One wonders if it is even worth it. 

Truth after nine

The thin veiled rock of privilege. 

An onological truth that exists like a necessary construct.

We know it through shadow pacts. 

The truth: available at arms reach.

But we are weak. 

Too full of doubts to accept it.

Too full of hope to believe..

To believe in the abyss. 

The crawl...

The withered crawl. 

The vomit in our lungs. 

Great distinguished

Crazy and ecstatic. 

My exhile, prolonged. 

Mother nature signed the deed to life. 

Once there was wild flowers. 

Mortal visitation. 

Swans, geeze, and godly vigor.

As time slowed

The mortal shell hollows. 

Dust became sand in the lonely desert. 

I sought shelter beneath the parasol. 

La luna en lunes

"La piedra roja."

La luna; una pesadia en obscuridad. 

Roca humildé 

Roca empatica. 

En la noche redonda cai los ojos a la tiera 

Cain del cielo como estrellas renegadas. 

Me pesa la alma. 

Una gravedad onda. 

En la noche.

La noche hermosa.

Llama la piedra roja.  

Obfuscate the wall

The haze against the walll is finely layered 

Respects to the observer whom can read the scribbled pagentry. 

I wish to be clear.

To exclaim the humble thoughts of sadness through cathartic expression. 

But the pain must be hidden. 

Yes, the obfuscation of my expressions form a wall.

The reigning museum 

The red charade, 

A wall that is opaque 

I fear the coast is becoming clearer

Deserted

Open the door. 

The waning brushstrokes bleed into the rocky cluster of asphalt. 

Sand blows in the anxious wind.

Violent gravel blinds the traveller. 

Blood red arrows mark the path to righteousness. 

Windows let the sunlight in at dawn. 

The door closes afterhours 

O'er the moon.

Once there was a wall, a man made of stone. 

Stoic consciousness. 

A golem of a man burdened with numbness. 

The stoned architect. 

He lived a peaceful existence. 

He was a renouned practitioner of wasted effort. 

When a man is a wall he mustn't be broken. 

Cannonballs seeking acceptance do not find affection behind such destructive acts. 

The mad golem crumbles and the empty world behind the walls withers away. 

 

Her persistence plagued him. 

Her destructive ambition

Disappeared him.

Never to return.

Bored

What has happened?

Silent reactions.

Broken wings.

I can no longer see the words before me.

The sign post that says be wary.

Words break hearts and minds.

Open apertures and smash walls. 

It is humbling 

One must always strive for growth.

For healing. 

 

Slowdown

A week gone by.

My sluggish soul creeps at a snail's pace.

7 flashes of morning superseded by night. 

My sluggish soul. 

Without a backbone. 

History behind me a sticky mess. 

No time to cover my tracks.

No time to tread carefully. 

No time to give it my all. 

This slow tirade. 

 

Glowing starlight

In the darkness of my abode. 

The phosphorescent gleen of rubber neon stars brought light to the weary abyss. Alone with my thoughts I slept in darkness. Only to wake at midnight and see the new gods above me.

These Inherited contellations mesmerized me. 

Web

Cutting all contact 

That fly seeking justice.

Innocent, caught up. 

In the wrong part of town.

Spider grandmasters.

String theorists.

A Cosmic balance

A Quantum uncertainty.

Bad luck on the path to enlightenment. 

Caught on the web the little fly struggled. 

Consumed in a safety net 

 

 

Ripcord

Swift beheading at the royal gathering.

A lump sum of travesty behind the cross.

Behind the dumpster. 

Whithin a porcelain throne.  

Red cords

Pulled plugs. 

Soft escapes through shattered windows. 

Great dashes toward meloncholy rescues.

Abortions and a bad case of the mondays. 

Loss of words

Victory

Victory with not a shed tear.

Whole.

That cathartic release. 

That white static continuum.

I see no walls.

See no bridges.  

Just a road 

A road and the winding path ahead. 

Blue Wolf pt. 1

Through the forrest. 

The blue wolf roams.

Seeking passage at every home.

He stalks and studders

Whimpers and cries. 

And you behind him with torrential eyes.

Follow

The night is dark.

With shadows cast with frozen light. 

But you must not lose sight. 

No love above the eerie night. 

No hope below.

You must follow this sorrow 

Where ever it may go. 

Howl, but do not cry.