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Michael W Noland Jun 2013
Repetitious failures capped with a singular victory.

It makes me.
Michael W Noland Jun 2013
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Met her at the docking station
She was waiting for the Moon
I, the United Space station
Frozen in the swoon
Of passing spaceships
Tho determined to see it through
Our gazes patiently vacant

As we drifted our eyes
Over the earthly spikes
Of majestic might
Just to pass our sights
Over our nights
Of light-less sights
Glamoring us goodnight

Where fragility was born
As our ships docked
Feeling torn
The seals unlocked
And i mourned
As I walked with the flock
On board

Her face further than before
Looking for the door
As I was adorned
In crowds of explorers
Looking for more
Than the love born
In this vacuous swarm

I clamber for a window
To see her face
And i watched it glow
As it drifted farther away
And i will never know
Her graces amongst this place
As I just minded the flow

And detonated the station
For the poverty of a nation
But the expansion of the blast
Pulled her into its caste
And the hole surpassed
Our flight paths
As our cluttered wrecks amassed

But I was not alone
As she triggers her past
In the eye of the storm
Reestablishing eye contact
She holds to her form
In the secondary blast
And together we roamed

Into the beautiful black holes
Michael W Noland Jun 2013
See the riders
Rise to power
Cowering
To idols

Watch the flower
Sprout the towers
Devouring
The rivals

Search the homes
Of trustless hearts
Cracking stones
A world apart

Seek out the alone
To turn them narc
Replace their bones
With ******* marks

It is dark out here
But here is the torch
The path is near
But the sky is scorched

Lose it all
But take the most
Make the call
And act as host

Burn the blame
In viral hate
Do the same
And claim it fate

You came
You saw
You killed
The king

You face
The face
Of gods
Insane
Michael W Noland Jun 2013
A ring around the sun
An omen for the dumb
A reminder of the sum
To the faintness of our hum

There is a city in the water
Where the color whirls
She is mocking what we taught her
The demur of a world

There is a fire in the sky
Just a passer by
And if you hide your eyes
You will be surprised

There is thunder in the dirt
Sliding lands on molten rock
And if you listen to it work
You can hear it talk
Michael W Noland Jun 2013
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Michael W Noland Jun 2013
Eventually

We all become believers
You will see

We all hit the gutters
And deceive
What we know
Into what we need

Feeding
On the hope
To cope
With the NO
Of every plea

Foiling
The gaping holes
While fruitlessly
Feathering dreams
Of ceasing
To be

Anywhere but there
Anywhere but here

Afraid and aware
Lying barren
On a hair

To everywhere
But where we want to be

Your everything
Believed in our belief
In our grieving
Of a meme

Obsolete and teething on a ***

Seething in seeing it
Unseamed
And undone
Unto nothing

Disconnected dots
Unlit

Breathing out
And away
From meaning

Slightly clinging
To the things
Believed
To Matter

Scattered over
The tattered matters
In meteor
Metaphors
Seeding
The other chapters

But not until after
Factoring in
The tractor beams
Of nothing

Just waiting

On the bottom
Of the gut
Crawling up
The throat lumps

And stuffing our luck

With all the succulent stuff
We are made of

Until eruptions
Of higher functions

Save us
From the ****

When enough
Is enough
And we just stop
Giving a ....

And let go

Blow after blow
Until we know
Who is in control

Of what is real
And what is
Made up

From atoms to the eave
Of our dreams
We must glean
What we need to

To get us through
These words
Of hurt
Out from lurking
In the work
Of our enemies

Forever tempting me
To blaspheme
In the wake

Of your passing

The endeavoring
Ever lasting
In careful mapping
Of the synapses
Collapsing
Into relief

Though brief

Locked in eternity
Oh the possibilities

My everything
And my humility

Locked in a single thought

In anxiety
Gone quietly

My hands before me

Steady

Always ready
Blanket me
In blank

Make me
Or break me

Take me

To forever
Michael W Noland Jun 2013
Birth me behind a curtain
Making certain
To block the light out

Shine me on
In a black out
Drown the sound out

Let me come to my own

Don't burn my eyes with your suns
Don't deafen me with your drums

Just let it come as it goes

As I for the one
Shall not go

Into your light
Your lies
Your fight
Your right

To live

Make me
Sick

Let me take
So I can give

Make you empty
Make you full again

Full circle I've gone
From goat to kid

As I again wish
To live

In your shade
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