sights of life
recede in smoke
as haggard horses
fight and choke
to catch their breath
amongst the fumes
of days that play
psychotic tunes
pull a teaspoon
from your hair
and start to
scoop the kind
of tiny dancing
clips of hope
that fight to
save your mind
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 8:04 AM UTC
Listen between the notes
Read between the lines
Taste beyond the tongue
See beyond the guise
Floating on a surface, solid waters echo as my feet fall into the soul of the universe.
Crimson bloodshot eyes are rising in the sky, tired aching bones shake and question why.
Lay your head down amongst the grass that grows in the valley of the broken.
Stay rooted in the soil on the ground that holds the ashes of your kin.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC