there shall be no sleep/today is irregular/heartbeats glide and choke//

I wander this lonely treck of trail, and watch the lilacs shrivel up and die.
The son of Zeus shall not walk even handed upon these trenches plains.


I will not bear this weight, no more.
I will not perpetuate my life in this
Wasteland, no more.
I will not revel for my past futures that I so
Foolishly lost, oh no more.
I will not tense one more muscle for this boulder, it will have to wait, no more.
I will not set precedent that the human race can
So easily be pulled into the pasture and shot, no more.
I will not bleed one more time for the cruel, oh no more.
This heartless  world will have a beat once again.
For I am Sisyphus and I will find meaning.

my head is compact of lavender clouds
near an ocean of calm planets
harmony, cosmos

blinking your stellar dreary eyes
waltzing with vanished gods
resurrecting banned faith

they build a temple on our tomb
smash the headstone to make charms
meteorite, how you cast at me

who made them worship?
who told them gospel?
we sing psalms, electric

dethrone the crossbearer
inferno is our home
impaired, thunder

Awesome is storm.
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Thick and heavy this afternoon air
projects an
impending doom everywhere.
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Frightening is lightning.
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Leaving a film on withering green
it alters
opalesque dew pooled in each leaf.
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Numbing is thunder.
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Wide but blueless the skyscape here
windlessly waits
as large pregnant clouds reappear.
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Then... a
Fear awakes.
World is a-shake.
Mournful is birdcall.
Sudden thunder, decibel-loud
Rumbles, drowns
Voices of scurrying crowd.
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Now I see
A large tree shaking prior to
The strike,
Speed-forked
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Ice-hea­t
Lightning
Slashes at
Old spalted
Oak-core.
Strips its
Thick bark,
Groaning
Tree heaves,
Blasted side
Sighs and it
Splits as it
Rips, flying
Leaves slide
Into a heated
Inferno to live
No more, I hear
It in falling to die
Let out a desperate cry.
Awesome is white forked lightning.
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painted bright as a poppy drops
on water in winter armour

endeared with pins through daring
words emotives that would fly

scramble. alert.
stand down

flutter arrested
attested to tempt;
at rest the
compression lump

chunks of red muscle lie against
wanton parting pout born by eyes.
there is no offer.

petals drop as remembrance
of a bi-partisan battle. disorder
beaten by bravehearts

that did not fall but threw themselves
on into slurry of sharp parts
slowly giving to drops of familial blood

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