The music has stopped playing but the rhythm still echoes in my head. It saddens me to know our paths have to abruptly end this way. I guess fate was bound. Even before we started. The souls aligned but the bodies speak a different language. Thanks for the memories.

Enigma of stone
On hallowed land.
In winter the snow
Shall coat,
The wise old owl
Is having a cuddle
With a nice
and friendly stoat.

Hydra and the nymph
Warming their
minds to spring,
The northern lights
Do a dance
As the blackbirds
Begin to sing.

Rays of sunshine
Summer has begun
Hare’s and bluebells
Do a jive
Enigma of stone on
hallowed land as the
Countryside comes alive.

Green turns to brown
As the warm air fades
The onset of winter
draws near,
The stoat turns to the wise
Old owl and says let’s
Get the **** out of here.

A silver fleck breaking off your boutonnieres glitter

Champagne corks flying through the air

The simple silhouette in the night that you admired from your own light

After asphalt sets lays cracked but only recognized from the bumps of your car's suspension shock jostling your system in a familiar way

The mummified remains from a distant star

The polarizing view of the taxidermied and the taxidermist

The curse that you believed

And the curses you believe broken

Cracking open the tomb at dawn

The mausoleum of Rome on fire

The Egyptian eye of Horus in Osiris's head spin

The most reoccurring patterns of intelligence's creation

Premonitions

A meteorite kept inside of a temple

Karma and none other

Star signs and all the constellations forming perspective

Introspection perception

Tarot in a voodoo man's smiling hands

The biggest building you could ever imagine alone on a distant planet's horizon

The souls that wander on and on and never not knowing what off meant

The spirit that rises in the East never knowing what "East" actually was

The museum left for only the dead

The cryptid that had its beheaded be head

The after math when all the numbers stop making sense

The senseless who learn how to make sense all over again

The giants who walked in the titans foot steps

Just to trip at the base of Olympus Mons

A symbol that somebody once believed in

Death by the cross

The others that never knew how good it truly was to get

The Babylon baby born with two heads

Speaking in all tongues

One thinks of the right and the other dreams of left

The picture of Satan next to your God's head

The thing you thought was real

But you forgot you were in a dream too

You awaken to find everything is still always changing around

anew

The simulation within the simulation

The humanoid on display for the world to see

The monster kept at bay from the back of your mind's imagination

Slipping away like a shadow being in the corner of your eye in the morgue

Graves to soon be

Graves that always were

The power hungry politicians who never realized that they were only actually just killing themselves

The tree that bends in half on a fateful day that sets them free

A wiccan praying at their roots

And burning up their leaves

The dinosaur who was mutated and tried to believe

The fish who walked on land first

The personality that has more eyes to see than senses

The universe as it goes in reverse and then irreversed

Little tricks of the mind while you wonder in your wonderings pastime

How the majic monkey paw both manifests and counts

All the faces you've ever been

The very meaning that people truly set their entire lives around turned upside down a generation later

The willingness to commit and the unwillingness to be committed

Little oddities like the mermaid who is more fish than human

Or the moth's mouth that could eat the whole entire world

In a single bite

All the misunderstandings that were ever mistaken

The alien within ourselves

Godzilla in a salty bath tub

And the whole galaxy in a lake

I'll leave it

For more or less

What one decides to take

I don’t know what
love
is
When I can’t even bring
myself
To love someone
else
who loves
Me

As self-centered as it is
I can't help but stray
away
And hold myself back from that

Heartbreak

And


Grief

It’s killing
Me

And
I want nothing more
than to be
close to someone
That will hold me
close
like in all those
sappy portrayals
Of love,

But it doesn’t
come

I lay around


And wait for something
New.

Do you, too,
Look up at someone close
And wonder
How
They go about their journey
Without you?

Do you
Feel like you’re staring
Through frosted glass
At
some stranger
Who’s face
You’ve seen before?

Do you look up at the
Sky,
And see not a single
Star?

Do you
feel like you’re
Too close
To someone
you really love
But never really
Knew.

Do you?

Do you?

Is it just me
Or
do you,
too?