A book is a shark depicting the flight of ravens on the breath of ancients coined by the earth into indecipherable pigments. It carves a dream into the heart of the soul, a coffin and a grave carved of coral shoals. A ********* weaves its material into a sadist for a ********* again to weave gods from a tide, it implies.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
Wings cannot spread where there are too many things--
do we fall into the sky as we dream?
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
Intimacy;
The ache, what holds it, clenched wings, cold air, soft eyes?
And yet, in forgetting everything, forgetting nothing; colors shed in obtrusive blindness.
What archaic endlessness, holds its world aloft?
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
Ashes float away and coalesce in-to waterfalls.
What gains nothing but changes quantity?
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Experience
Destruction
}
defmacro chaos()
The mystery of calm surfaces might best remain so.
Wherefore, its hidden daggers might never cut.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
A hillside--Wind;
Metallic beads from nowhere make tracks, that gears, follow and leave
Is the world really so simple?
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
My sanity is a car crash
Wrapped in ticking cellophane
Armed with the threat of cirrus clouds
It threatens rubix avalanches.
Hark, Hear the bells.
Who Awakens?
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 10:56 PM UTC
Not a song, but a place felt with sound;
Not a memory, but a time of thoughts;
Not a beginning, Not an end.
Greet Death.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
Melting Sarcoma
Cell Division
Warfare Conjugates a mission
And dares the fates to corrugate
Hurricanes of plated windows reflect as they shatter, their torment, drunken stupor invoked by habit.
They congregate as ashes, winnowing.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC