Oceans

Away from the ocean. 

The antithesis. 

The cold, submerged. 

Desert winds and the darkness of fall

This endless charade mocks my resolve. 

Eager to break away. 

The hot air rises. 

My dried eyes resolute.

No more begging. 

This time. This time I walk away. 

This time I will not turn back

This time I become a pillar of salt.  

Last call

He gestures to leave.

This sinking city will not last another hour. Drunken escapades and those heart felt vandals.

 The 'Everlost'.

She smelt of spirit, 

Shown like white crystals.

Stopped at the border.

The last call

The last ride home.

Bright broken cities lay on the sidewalk. 

Glass villages and roach infested kitchens.  

Where morning light scatters.

No longer the silence.  

No more accolades. 

Barriers held tightly.

Wounds earned a chance to heal

and the gasping fight for normalcy 

caught a breathe of life.

 

Road

"Let's scrape their bodies off the sidewalk. Tangled, mangled lovers on the road. Lose our sight because their brightness is a marvel to behold. "

Such swift, parasitic unions. 

Lusting graciously tonight. 

Summer has returned regardless and 

in that same blaze of glory.

But the sea.

still crashes 

crashes... 

 

 

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.

Shore bound

Pushed away the stone tablet. 

Moved the branches, 

snapped the leaves.

Set free the dove with an olive branch.

I see a steady ocean now.

The boat does not rock 

With a lighter load

The frictionless glide toward a new home.

A new deserted island. 

A new harbor. 

New walls to build. 

Marooned

Chugging bottled feeling. 

80 proof.

Lost the evening to remorseful hoping.

That back end deal with new faith.

Deem it damnable. 

An offensive glare.

I remember the summer.

Red eyed and renegade.

I recall the eager flames

I recall the drowning

The drinks

To humble beginnings.

 To losing sleep.

No more sheep.

I do not count.

  

Mountain creep

Joyous summit.

Reach into the distant sky.

Grab the soaring white clay.

Imagine the infinite, the unobtainable.

Form masks and fold dollars. 

The climb; slow and tedious. 

The decent: rebellious.

The atmosphere: suffocating

 

 

Split

His mind 

A diatonic wasteland  

At the back of the room;

The twin needles play the cautious muster of his dissonant cries.

Why must I : 

Die?

Live?

Why can't I :

Laugh?

Cry?

Ambivalence

What a beautiful word.   

Seashells

Wait until the clock strikes the witching hour. 

Bottled feelings, thrown into the wild abyss.

 Full moon apathy. 

Last will and testament. 

Sit atop the rocky pier. 

See the shell convex as the living ocean bleeds into your ears. 

Another crash.

Another crash. 

She wants control.

Fear every error.

Brilliantly vex admiration. 

Dodge the friendly hand of poetry.

Wane from asylum 

With checkered kisses. 

A fidelity? Or frigidity?

Warm with anxiety.

Melt with bright affection.

without a kingdom.

without a price.

An affliction 

Humilty a captain.

Vainity a king.

Wisher of welcomes please find a home.

For It's so very dreadful out here. 

Flush

The cards are in my favor for once.

A fickle idea that springs from devastation. Persistent like a virus.

Esteemed.

I seek a wild card.

I know where they reside.

A deck of influence.

Streamlined coincidence.

Jokers are wild.

Call a spade a spade with a poker face.

Aces on high.

Revelations while drowning 

 

God quest.

Vicious exaggerations flow violently from the maker's blasphemous tounge. 

Seek asylum, we do from devilish deeds. 

Break bread with lost maidens at sea. 

Shake hands and heads while rivers mold serpents. 

Their venom deep and treacherous. 

Our souls equally so.

Follow the streaks of lightening. 

Home is where titans fall. 

Color forms.

Blue.

Oceans and Skies.

Humble beginnings.

Mirrors reflect.   

Truth in memory.

Red.

Passionate laughter. 

Delicate slaughter.   

Hunger, jealously.

Front row seats at midnight.

Said the wrong thing.

Orange.

Night peeled from the sunset.

Fresh squeezed.

Staring at god with eyes shut.

Return with more kindle.

Green.

Before turning corrupt. 

Unready.

Go.

New life in spring.

Same old story. 

Boxed in,

Guided across the marble bridge; my lost love walks timidly to her castle. 

Forgotten dreams seek refuge there. 

Midnight illustrations.

Broken boxes. 

Undone shackles.

My mind unchained.

Unchanged.   

Awake once again.

Like many times before. 

Nothing to see here. 

TNT

Thousands of words. 

They flicker for seconds before they vanish. They glow like vague reflections in a shallow tidepool. Soon to evaporate. 

Destined to expire. 

Those words of wanting. 

A short fused romance.

Breathe

Breathe. 

Breathe and close your eyes.

Breathe, close your eyes, and think.

That gentle heart beat is your own. 

Focus.

 

That silence is your future. 

That silence is your past. 

Breathe.

'Til your thoughts become a burst of silence.  

Nightlight

Sleep soundly. 

Let your dreams dance after midnight.

Let the dreamer carry the torch.

For starlight begins to flicker and wane

And flashing street lights spell your name.

Never to be spoken. 

Ever at the tip of the dreamer's tongue.

A twisted, grinning entanglement. 

A simple song of yearning. 

 

Be cautious of the wind.

It will consume you.

Horsemen

I am war.

For an eternal battle wages within me.

Id versus ego.

Man vs. Beast.

Swift strikes of human frailty 

Mind against matter.

I am pestilence. 

A virus, a cancer.

Words drill into the simple mind.

Sights infect the senses. 

That eager manipulation.

That willingness to be downed by a sickening phrase. 

"You cannot."

I am famine.

The hunger to know.

To take. 

I hunger to have.

Have beyond need.

Beyond self. 

Passion begets hunger.

I am death.

For I have quit. 

Give way to nil.

Broken the bridge. 

And sailed with charon. 

  

Not a drop to drink.

Sea of sickening. 

Lay waste to health. 

River of mourning. 

Break the banks of dispear. 

Ocean of violence. 

Drown out the screams, 

Waves break the silence. 

Tortured, tragic, souls plead for help as the sinking ships hum the ghost song. 

Water

Bleeds from our immortal skin. 

The dust will never settle.

  

Park on sunday.

Oblivion. 

I chose oblivion. 

Earth shattering, conscious. 

clockwork in an erratic retrograde. 

The tragic dissipation of cosmic fabric.

Movement slurred,

The distance; impossible.

Light never reaches. Dark skies. 

Heat death in the somber afternoon. 

The tragedy of parallels

Bright are her eyes

Which glimmer under streetlights. 

Like stars around a new moon. 

Like a cosmos that rolls infinitely within her.

An entire world behind those eyes..

Immensely different.

New.

One step. 

One leap.

A universe so vast. 

Just one.

So close. 

So agonizingly far away. 

The tragedy of parallels  

Screech

Like concrete or cold hard steel, 

Reality; harder than a diamond necklace. 

-begin as a concept. 

Beyond the scope of reason.

Within the realm of thought. -

--To be ancient. 

weakened by the pain of memory.*--

To hold the world in your arms.*

*we saw stars.

Blood everywhere. 

Eerie Storm.

Moonlight whispered through the clouds.

An eerie storm hints at an extravagant arrival. Rain falls at first like soft expectant laughter but as the night extends her reach the great flood begins. 

A march to war. 

The deafening drums persist through the witching hour. Hell hath broke through from the skies. The storm is here. 

Run for cover. 

Bitter Coldness

That mad, indistinct laughter that passes through the cold, wild night. 

It lands suddenly.

An alien sound struggling to find a home.  

A purpose. 

The night swung and missed. 

Courage raptures progress. 

It sets the sky to fall. 

But fails to see the stars. 

to make a wish, 

or an impression. 

Yet, courage strikes like lighting 

like a bird of prey. 

Like an arrow.

Illusion domain.

Imagination

A cursed gift. 

smiles so widely  

blinds so uniquely

A darkness that fades to black. 

 

With a glace, I'm on my knees. 

With a word I'm binded. 

Imagination, 

knows not how it hurts. 

Let's grow up together.

Let us grow. 

Whilst the night is still young. 

Still and static... 

Energies, immaturities. 

Like laughs in the summer wind.

We carry ourselves. 

Covered in our distractions. 

Surrounded by joy. 

In the day it was clouds that kept us entertained. 

Detained. 

Restrained with an avid hook.

Pictures bigger than words.

Memories bring comfort.  

To remember is to live again. 

Now to forget

Tigerlily

She is a wild cat. 

She who has earned her stripes. 

Who beneath the starry night soundly stalks the open road. 

The road slips away as she sleeps beneath the comforting sky.  

Blackened, and blanketed by stars she dreams of distance. 

In her dreams she wanders.

How far will she go? 

How far? 

I wonder.

She, who only sleeps to dream.

 

Oh vera.

Shit. 

Another eerie slow moving year

Tonally complacent. 

Verbally aprehensible. 

Another "kick the can" summer 

Another "I'll do what I can" spring.

 Queasy, anxious, Ill gotten misgivings. 

The rich reaper mows a hung jury. 

Simply wild.