A moment is all it takes for you to
Walk away from it
Looking away, you wander
towards the busy street
Knowingly getting closer
Dismally walking with smile
Blissfully leaving behind that unkown
That burden of duty
That somhow kept it all from turning to ****
Holding it up and all togeather
As the bricks fell on your head
Knowing others walk by
Only from the sound of them spitting
behind your back
You could just walk away
And wander into rest
Half way there for oh so long
The deserts waiting to swallow you in sand
And besides, it could all fall apart anyways.
You want to leave
So you can dry out, and recover
Scorch your skin as you lounge
Lips pealing, eyes rolled back in bliss
On a decreped pool chair
Sunglasses so no one can see
Although eyes are only one of the dead give aways
Of a consciously dead human
Silently inviting others to join in
"I love that person, they're so care free"
Unburdened
only one who walks on shifting sands
And lets them ***** the fire of ones soul knows
what they see when they look inside.
Dust and bone
Insects and parasites wraped up like
cold, injured loved ones
Coddled and well fed on your dwindling substance,
Your time and attention
Your non renewable resources
They become you
Now a part, a collective
Then the desert throws you onto
An open scorched tarmac
No vehicles, no lines, just black, hot and sticky
Full of people pretending they're not thirsty
The myth of water
rattling their dry twine vocal chords
with laughter and belitlment
All crooked looks and beady eyes
They drag their boney blistered feet
Smiles painted on thier suffering faces
By some rogue hand connected only
To a voice they all hear
"keep walking"
"you can't die if your already dead"
Hotter and hotter as the miles drag
Slower and slower nobody collapses
Their skin now gloves for a hand to wear
Alive only inside
some want to turn back
Some want to stop and think
Some want to die
But the hand keeps them moving
You come, bones and skin
Rotten and stinking, finnaly
Alone,
To some shift
The hand leaves you
The sun is blocked by swirling clouds
You walk up to a mirage on the plain
not comprehending
The fog clouds all but this,
odd bouncing of light
You see a slumped figure tattered in rags
Grey and drooping
And you feel him
Staring back hollow
You stand vapidly gapeing
as a rain drop hits you
Looking at where the road stops to meet a..
The fog seeps back conciously
A very clear line on the ground
Where the tarmac stops
and this smooth plain stands
A surface the color of the receding fog
"Lift your gaze'
It says one more time
Strings cut and hand withdrawn you abide
You place your hand on the cool smooth surface
It starts to rain, washing your meak body
Your mind sharp and keen
for the first time since..
You look up
And you see a person
Holding up some structure
He Cannot look up or his strength will fail him
But he must hold this up
Should his attention turn elsewhere
Whatever it is will surely fall
He cant explain this need
This light, this warmth,
somhow sustained by the strain of his muscles and the exercise of his will
Against odds and favor
He is blind because he is focused
He is dumb because he believes
He is weak because he uses his strength only where needed
He cannot see what he is straining to uphold
But now the reflection peers back with such broad scope.
It is a Beacon blazing out
The warmth is here and the water runs ever on
It falls from the sky onto fertile ground
Those who have not rolled Thier eyes,
those with fire and warmth still inside,
Come, and make a world of it.
Come and be awake
It is a mirror
That is you
And that is what you have left
To walk in company
To be empty and smiling
To not care
Now you must suffer
In the knowledge of your new vantage
Your hand is in the mirror
The coldest cold you've ever felt
is pulling you in
All you can do is look into the reflection
or choose to step in
But one way or another, in you shall go
Into the motionless space
Where the rest you left to find waits.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
I want to wrap you up
In warm shades
Blankets of rich smoothness
So you always know
Regardless, I'm there
I want to share the heat
I have in my soul
With another flame
Not all that different
But not at all the same
Won't you come with me
Two inches off the ground
Holding hands
Folding fingers
The moment lingers
Streatched and kept
Sacred in out collective heart
Let us make moments
That make the whole world better
For simply having happened
Unequal as all other such moments
But so similar in importance
This is how we save the world
This is how we speak
Not with words
But with heat
Sheltering all around
From the coldness of the ground.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 4:31 AM UTC
Fleeting era;
Blossom of humanity;
I caught you by the tail,
And now you’re slipping out of my hand.
As we pack ourselves tighter in;
As we close the gaps with our wondrous tools;
We lose our colour,
And melt together.
Tolerance, gift of our violence.
You paint our faces all the same.
I cannot deny your higher road.
I cannot deny my head is turned,
While being driven on with the rest of us.
Like an arrow through a vacuum we fly.
feeling the oscillation of the shaft,
looking down its length at one moment,
and not being able to see over the curve the next.
Pointing at the flex from our momentary vantage.
as if we or they were responsible,
and not the bow
that fired us long long ago.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
I look around as i see it now
They're all so low and i cant see how
They can be stuck in a silent place
To and froe at steady place
Oh love come back to me now
A sudden shot
and I don't know how
I'm in love with the human race
I see hope in every face
Oh love don't leave me now
disappear and I forget how
To see the light in every soul
When on and on we steadily go
To get to a brand new place
It's all the same at this broken pace
Oh love come back to me now
What set it off
And Can i learn how
To control the state I'm in
When waters roll I'm tumblin
that fire it needs some fuel
It doesn't want to be a tool
But what of they that's all they are
Backs bent and wishing on stars
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
Sitting on a throne
Counting my options
Lost and powerful
Sitting in paradise
Looking at the happy faces
Wasting my time
Counting my options.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
Some illusive beauty
I'm Chaceing
Shes walking through
The tall grass
On a moon lit night
In the summer day
She waits at the tree line
Barley in sight
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
Last time
Was something beautifle
Lay on the earth
Trees shooting up
Cathedral windows in the branches
That soft sweet summer air
Shade of green
Smell of soil
Slipping through like an hour glass
Close my eyes
It will last forever
Take it in
It will die with me
the day I go home
All this will die with me
And it is mine
My eyes
My synapse
Fluxuateing waves of truth
Blue skies and winter storms
Summer rain frosty pink dawns
Never shared
They are my single point
pointalism of my frame rate reference
Streatched for my survival
And for my happiness
I am here
I am now
I am going
I will end
And others will start
Loves lost in flame
Loves forged in ice
All of this is mine
And no one else can ever have it
No matter how long they studied
No matter how long they tried.
I am now
And nothing can be replicated.
Nothing can be replaced
Now
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
Hiding in a beautiful cave
Listen to the twinkling lights
That he made there
Pupils wide and skin pale
Blind though he knows
his home
by the feel of the stone
In the shell of the land
Hiding from the shadows
Of light outside
Listening to the twinkle
of water drops
To hide from shadows
is to live in the dark
Smashing stones for sparks
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
I used to go to class
And now I'm sifting through Smashed glass
with my hands
I told my dear boys
I would stop buying more toys
And try to get in with the band
But now I'm trying to prove my worth
By Smashing Mother Earth
And proving ****** work will still stand
I want to tipple topple over
And burn it to a smolder
As I watch this shitropolis expand.
We put them in the cubicles
To try and make them feel more full
But all that ever fills up is the air And the land.
I hope when all the years go by
I'll look back and wonder why
I Chose not to care About my time
and the thoughts
That occupy my mind
During all of those days
I chose To be blind Left behind
To remind me that
Days are numbered
And when we slumber
They slip slyly by
Waiting for a meaning To which I sigh. What is the meaning To the bleeding
Of our short lived reality?
To except and expect there nothing more to be?
It's all we know And all we ever will
And a thought like that can make you Ill So you spill Evil Into the world
I want to tipple topple over
And burn it to a smolder
As I watch this shitropolis expand
I want to roll it all over
With a steady stream of boulders
A victory for the land.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
I'm afraid of the way your looking
I'm a man who won't back down
you should know that I'll be waiting
with your wedding gown
the valley of a mountain
with thicker forest thicket
dangerous youthfull fountain
gave us two one ticket
climbed so strong my legs
were burning trunks of fir
carrieed coloured flags
you far behind a stir
I'll let you down
before you find me
don't turn around
there's nothing to see here
I've never found
what it is you see inside me
don't turn around
there's nothing much to see
5 years and your eyes may see me
as I can not recall
your eyes they do complete me
I've never felt so tall
don't turn around
let's only look ahead
don't turn around
till just before we're dead
look at my eyes
I've always been so real
look at them now
this world is how I feel
theres mountains in the distance
there calling us back home
and there will be a Day
when both of us have gone
your wedding gown is waiting
just beneath the sky
so let's only look right here now
in case we both should die
your heaven love is waiting
on tops of mountains high
steady steps were taking
we will live to touch the sky
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC