.
   Curious minds,
      splashing under
       moonlight
       With
      outstretched kisses
     pulsating yellow,
     Over the awestruck
      magical
       rainbow,
         Feverishly tracking each
         supernova
      on sight.

   Resting the moment
    on a
     cresting knoll,
    With
   an audience of several
   time-worn
     rocks.
      Whilst the
        whistling sirens
        in the winds do call...
          Wasting away
        the ticks of
     worldly
      clocks.

        Evading with class,
       all
       heart's turbulence,
        Craters of sadness
          congeal
           in thin air,
             Glamorous amnesia
             falls
          with cadence,
         Eyes wide shut,
         susurrating
          a
           lost prayer.

             Lifeless gazes
               yield
               only
             abrasive tears.
             As erratum
              catches up
                with its
                 gaping maw.
              Hurling
            its anguish
             in
             rips and shears,
              Bleeding out
                of
               singing wounds
             so raw.

             But...
              time carries confident,
                its stock of
                   soothing balm.
                   Latent doses
                 hidden
                within
                 invisible vials.
                  Welcoming vision
                    with its
                    sunlit palms,
                   Staving the longing
                    for the
                    fear of trials.

                      Now hushed
                         remain the remorseful
                        battle trenches,
                        Deprived of their own
                          victims
                           ­ save gaping wounds,
                            Only
                        ­     faint faith
                                commanding
                ­                   corroded limp
                                   forces,
                                 Stirring
                                light away
                               from
                                all
                        ­         agony
                                    and
                   ­                doom.


                              Moonskittles
           ­                 *ryn

He seen it before
Death
It comes and goes
Taking those he loved
Leaving him behind
Like a used up drug
He's been on this earth
Long before dust
Watch it progressed like dawn
So many things change
But still he remains
Cursed by life
Begging death to take his hand in matrimony
Only to be left at the altar
Him an the years became friends
He's embraced the seasons as cousin
Wrapped winter in summers love
He watch the volcanos give birth to new land
Sat behind the scenes as the Mayans where wiped away
Saw first hands at the Indians demolished by the English diseases
His bitter eyes recorded it all
Each wrinkle holds a tragic story
His head hangs low from the many deaths he seen
He sees the pattern
He knows the ending
He'll be here to watch his premonition come true
The destruction of the earth
Over the decades
He watch it grow  
He witness its first steps
Heard its first words
But until that day comes
He'll watch many more go before him

Read one side then the other


    Why it's it.                      Why is it
That only after.               That only after
We leave someone.     Someone leaves
We realize all the       Us. We realize all
Little quirks and.        The beauty about
Annoying habits     Them. The clouded
Are something we can't    Glass clears,
    Stand. The clouded     we see who
      Glass clears.       They are. Looking
         And we see them.   Past problems
               Wondering     Wondering
                   What we.   What we.
                          Saw    Saw
                             Before.

Inside the room, alone I wait.

Chained and gagged, to depreciate.

I hang here, every day,

I just want

To waste away.

My ears are gone,

From my eyes I bleed.

What did I do? What sinister deed?

wait for the thunder to hold its rumble, but watch for the lighting to illuminate the dark skies and the long tears in your auspicious eyes, yet forever holding a mutilated heart upon a tattered, white sleeve