Tiny, does the sun go
Followed by the snow down
Ever as a shower in steam
Shallow, goes the systems
Out like a fire, rising
Sparks and they spread throughout the brain
Mythic, misting asteroids are crashing on the brakes
Swerving and you’re missing but you’re christ-like all the same
Glyphs are losing meaning on displays of melted grass
Gasses matronize a pattern, tanning on the mass
Squirming, does the chimp go
Crashing through the planet
Taking selfies with the blood and its core
Comment on my face
See, stressing for this weekend
Acting like you’ve been to space at all before
I would be an astronaut but who would beam me back
As it’s clearly known that Texas ain’t now on the map
Piling into a void, a horror seldom met
Practicing a breathing technique as it’s time for bed
Forward can we all go
Float and look away from
The past as none can spin themselves awise
Sky’s black in eye
And masking in between
A passing glance of our in-passing souls demise
Mourning what’s a bed of little matter accidents
Morning corks the breath in which we sigh its savageness
Storming takes the moon across our bodies limp orbit
Torrenting that morbid, now red heavenly orphan
The tears look dried
We exercise
Our broken, fated pioneer
This sense, this blear
We’ll all ascend
In death us surely owed a new frontier
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
I’m going to do what I’ve seen
Many others apply
To their mind as they watch another’s body just die
Wait and beg after
Under judge of monuments
That are so very quiet in the hearts cradled resonance
Followed, bounding, cold and unfeeling
Sent into the towards
Of winter with in horror is rest upon one score
Come God in the next moment
The war you’ll discuss
To snow when it bombards that grave of my trust
You laying and just
Laying my life
Laying, that’s more than I’ve done with a scythe
You pouring me out
And pouring accounts
For more than what little of life I recount
Over and over
You’re sick and I’m sober
Into buckets, begets; we sink only closer
Until,
And I’ve seen,
Until the water’s mixed up
Your blood with,
Nor life, nor
Denying regrets
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 6:06 AM UTC
In from the mist of our material plain
Out far in the East lay a trail by the sea
Dotted with wells and the sounds of quails
Crusted jets of shined Earthen fits
Rubbed down from its shear as a mountain
Played out by the watery, rusted brass section
The Cliffs rise and fall on the water
And the Cliffs sit and wait on the water
Slowly lowing pours of passes,
Brooks and weathered ravines showing
Tracing inwards, out to pasture
Winds the coastline to these towers
Birds of Dover hover, soundless
Mixing air gusts line the pipers
Where Cliffs rise and fall on the water
And the Cliffs right down to the bottom
So may a beetle missing wing
Come eventually reach the sea
Gull by way or ever scaling
Geologic clock come sailing
Scoring drums the cheer of tides
Into when years are fossilized
As Cliffs rise and fall on the water
So Cliffs sit and be on the water
And all that stone bore out of time, styled
Dark and plinthed come moored day round
Ornate platters, restful gravel,
Granite or a painting gathers
Art and sky are matched as one, within
Centered over sunset blazing on
And the Cliffs rise and fall on the water
And the Cliffs soar beauty mined on the shores
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
I was up
Biting scars
In the moon-lit sunlight
The hands-up of stars
Wishing
And curling seams
Of the thought which
Is lost within minutes release
Pour what’s
My cares seep
My total alright
Into where wreathing digital deep
Soil that’s left
Damp, dark and yet
Blinding the night
Stitching up holey, blanket regret
I’m dying
Not now, but
I ball up my feet
Watching, this white heat, lying, will shut
Away
In a little
Stitched skull
Of alright
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
I remember when I was young
I saw the lights on my knees of the golden sun
Wither, so from night I aged around
Years of a soul to peel apart as I’m found
Singing, gaze to a wall in its porous decay
What four seal away the few mornings awake
Sitting and wasted on me tending my time
Dies the mind, ignored, drifting unwashed into prime
Apart order, eyeless, and gluttonous grown
And still years pushing faults upon thin root and bone
Based in about the endless same
Best lazed between each day’s soreing name
Forgotten like what else and frightened of
Change layed before my slowly keeling tree of love
Or supposed love
As I spoke before of: terror comes
I remain as I was
And it shades me as I still am and still am I young
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
On my money
Deep in my thoughts
Of death
Of death
Of passing through
Before, I laugh
I can even spend
The bill that Marla knew
In drawer, in stacks
Among what’s left
My future spelt
In hue of blood
Is scrawled, is just,
For what
For what
For Marla passing too
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
Janis, she just mocks, how they knock off every berry
And the snow on the branch, now, “Calandra, never worry.”
Seasons come, like they fall, and they spring forever weary
In the Valley of the Orchids, rare are birds unto a journey
Feeble, does he brew; with the stones, shall he marry
Corralled is the smoke, tossing hills as it carries
Fuming seas in the sky, past the bricks and the rye
Cabaret, hear him, nigh does his skin peel and fly
On an arch in a prairie in a province in a land
Where the children are told how to fear their hands
Atop smoky pine feathers that burst when they're touched
We stomp and we squeak to the air on, we march
A prison laced in reddened storms drones on mountains ever-scored
Looking north by north bygone, the test, remiss, we’ll move southward
But on the sky sits Cerise Range and all around in spheres, a cage
And then, a beak we see invade! A crash and splat; of juice we’re made
May the fly, the mayfly evade the day the children hang
The Brewer, haste has made, pours his broth, begins the day
Hide, little child, like the fly, become the blanket on the marsh
Become the stock, but don't give up, next month won't be so harsh
Jude of June, that's what she’s called, she grooms her quill and tests her ink
The One of Blue, another name, she writes for everyone to breath, she blinks,
“O small brown bird, you speak the path? Well I have ever shone on some.”
The Summer Sun, that's who she is, who waits for Janis, soon to come
Jewel in the eye, dome of peace
Returneth casts our masks beneath
Iris besets, “Berceuse, my mess.”
Sad, for slowly nights a guess.
Part-time, will’o’writs she can dust
A cat's tail christened, paw in a gust
Navigating, where galleys waste strewn
The suns of Aude across its boon
Deliver us Toulmask, lost and protested
Past Bejeweled Silken in millions, nested
In Scepter where embers aroma holds on
To the sands like rocks destroying its spawn
Into the nest, deep. With Man, reborn against winds and dusk
Will best the heaps, lifespans of each, in caverns each a husk
Cut deep with scythes. The Trembling, Bellowing, Festering,
Reckoning, unending Octobering deathening, surrendering:
You! Bird, the bell rings
Brown bard, the sun sings
Sky guard, no venerate
Berried lark, thou emirate
Welcome, into ends and to makers
Watch with, admire, be your desires
Forget time, velvet rubs you and penetrates
Valley’s of orchids that start, to disintegrate
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
So have me, by the tale of time;
Bygone the glance at another of mine.
This neck of the woods, I stand, that mocks
The glance at another, the talk at another,
The eyes that sag at another of these clocks.
Another week has gone and spent its boring browns away.
What the hell’s a scream this much without a glass of noise?
Have me a cup, yes please, the one with the silver crack,
It makes me at least a trifle conscious of where I stand to cope.
I'd guess I'd drink it up so fast and check for it again.
I'd tilt the cup and notice such it's also two past nine, again.
I'd get on up and stagger past my doubts and hopes and fears.
I think sometimes I'd sort of try to hide my face from who knows what.
Then walk on back in seconds flat and just try not to sprint.
I'd sigh, I guess, I'd live and fuss, and drinks will keep me up’ed enough.
Up an’ up, like dust soars up.
And down an’ up and down and up.
And stuck, I'll stare flat,
Stuck an’ just an’ just an’...what…
I'm lost, I've known that,
Flown through that stack a’ nothins’ but
Dull manifesto’s even wannabes only and
Then this and then that and
I'll keep checking clocks and-
No, heh, parentless wreck.
Yer’ mess’ed done for th’ full of our nights.
Far to beat the life’s an’ cheats
Or something else that's rhymes with beats.
Tomorrow, with life, with time and mess
And bedtime flyin’s through these statute-husks.
Ah impersiable lines you fuss an’ ****
You hate yourself doncha’, kid?
And this mindless puddle got half your weight.
Adding and passing your maxing an’ venting.
But, more skin, you lie then. You wanna sound bigger.
Though minding these thoughts, now, it ain't like your litter.
You can trust me, it stops and it starts.
Mor’in a’ breakin’ these words are you shakin’.
Eh, may wings give an’ fall an’
You'll quietly thank me for ******* you now.
But now ain't no time that you know some about.
Ye’ may dictate and death-wait t’ rattle ya’ up.
An’ up an’ up an’ nothins’ the time.
The world’s isn't shakin’ just for you in yer’ mind.
So, hear me, by will’s only tie.
Betwixt sets a’ eyes who keep’in starin’ me down.
And these words for a time, I speak, they are mine,
They are simply all mine,
On this night, not’n fight,
That we sit through, in spite.
They are fine, all this mind,
Now it's two past nine.
You’ll live on again,
Forever, strange time.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
Happy gray buildings remind us of us
We sit, or we lay, and we all really must
Come withered children I instruct you trust me,
“Find the shape of your life and trace it out, justly.”
Is the knock on the door only for me
Am I the only one here aware of the fee
When you're far up in feeling the rooftop’s air
You must know what to push down to keep you up there
Allowed, are the many, I strain to believe
Default to the spectrum of loving with ease
Know that I don't say I'm sad to be humble
It's a race that I lost or still run but don't run well
Across town, the statues of structure collapse
Among minds the passion of patterns relapse
Autumn breeze means something, not any more
Cold winds of pure chaos take straight lines to our door
Only alone in my home do I dare
Not when I'm out there riding that scare
But it's bricks of a chimney we collectively built
It can't be just me who’s too warm from that guilt
It's a stilt on a crutch on a leather bound chair
You're calling it healthy to be scared to be bare
What in life’s name are we calling this tower
The knocks on the doors’ all too loud to be cowards
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
O'er the breathing pines
You idiot,
Squash down the slide of mud
Come in.
Dance in the feeling of just feeling it
Indoors, come in. Indoors!
Chambers of woody respite
Don't push it,
Layers of wool up the sky
Come down.
Attach to a feeling that's just out of reach
Come down, make this easy for me.
Skate against rainwater pools
Your sweater!
Lay flat, under stilts and a ladder
Mom's sweater!
Learn that mistakes are what make us dead
Uh, not quite… just get mommy a bottle.
Sit dimly, after Sunday like a rolling hill
Dear, go get new mommy a bottle.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC