Redeyes

In a puff of smoke.

Vanished is the torch.

Into the darkness

Into the dawn.

Retreated twilight.

Red eyes, black holes.
Shudders and sapphires 

Into the abyss.

What is left.

What is felt.

Torn asunder..

Cold Comfort

Should we laugh or should we cry when the freedom fighters die? 

Should their visage be remembered in this rotten dead eyed world? Or should our safety be the burden in our dreamer's lucid eye? 

Can we pay with lives our arrogance? Is this all just a lie? 

When we send our soldiers packing 

once their resources go dry. 

This stale joke has gotten old. 

And our victims are becoming bold.

Their heart's have grown a decade cold. Since the day we put our peace on hold. 

I cry, "we should know better!" when the dice fell where they lay.

Yet it's thinking "We know best"

That has made it all this way. 

Runaway

Runaways

Wide eyed and renegade. 

Upon muddied valleys 

Seaside struggles at dusk

The green pastures of the sublime.

Return to blood red sunsets.

The muted horizons of the cosmos. 

Writings in the sand. 

Eroded shrines to joyful history.

Trails by starlight. 

Roads in mist. 

Run fast

Moonlight masters

Move silent. 

Liquid courage

Rivers run deep.

Above the head that dreams of stars

The drowned affliction of our hopes

Regretted soundly in our sleep. 

Retreaded roads to a dead end. 

Retreated divers with the bends.

Retired notes you'll never send.

Still 

The water is too alive

Beneath 

Below.

Deep inside.

Bottled.

Nocture revised

Glass stained with the morning dew. 

That nectar of night.

The midnight that blossums into morning as the cold heart of darkness pumps emphatically with warmth at dawn. 

 

Thoughts cascade like snow 

and the dreaming sadness of night permiates in a soulful awakening. 

Broken yet unscathed, 

Open yet unused. 

Afraid and at war. 

To so fear love. 

A goudy blade of adolescence.

The wounds: still festering like 

apprehension, like insecurity.

You can't hurt a storm..  

Nor blanket it from chaos. 

But as the world does turn; so too does the sun shine brightly. 

 Winds die. Fear subsides

And courage is to love what it leaves behind.

 

Cocoon

Show that you are growing 

And far from a hallow shell. 

Tell that you are knowing

and express that you mean well. 

This life is not a game. You see.

It's ought not work that way.

It's simply about compassion and meaning what you say. 

Red house

Couldn't swim without the floaters

Read or write without the boarders

Walk or move without the orders.

Canes and ambulances passed

Walking, talking: couldn't last. 

Been too free to meditate.

Been too poor to medicate

Actions that would come too late. 

Left too soon.

Could not wait.

Final Ouroboros

Forget!

So-called "Ouroboros"

This whisper in the wind.

Forget! It's name and faculties.

Forget! That it has been. 

It's might: A gust of nothingness.

It's mind: A hollow shell.

It's lair: A tomb of emptiness 

In which only absence dwells.

Neglect this false "Ouroboros"

So vague and absentee.

Whose presence is imagined

and whose vastness we can't see.

Yes, forget!

This worm,

This mystery.  

Forget it's wretched tale.

For as the dusk becomes the dawn.

 So too can truth prevail.