Feet under crystal green water Fragments of debris float in circular motions Tracing the minds pondering nature World passes as if turning backwards Return to the former place one of purity The corruption brought forth a small death One of little significance yet large impact Only personal not important
The clocks are abused Mistreatment of age delivers ****
Bloom from decay Follow moss of black rain Run towards shattered laughter Pierce nightly noose as if to welcome him Wait and stay patient “Time will arrive soon enough Though, only few understand” The mystic in teardrop’s reflection whispers She is a woman, creature, a not-yet-spirit tallons reach to comfort Iris torn, fragmented judgment Those eyes melted off skin They sunk towards the floor Deep depths of pit, madness separated weeks Fall, fall slow, invite the insanity The lady with the crook smile and stolen wings
The gun has been facing me for too long The final thought and word from the poet To be someone’s is to hurt self To be no one’s is far better Cracked eyes and tiger streams melt Lashes collect at dripped edge lept in multitudes, landed not once Knees buckle under gravity Chance has torn the light from eye’s view Teeth scratch, the bite cruel and deep But words, those words have lead wars without end Have me listen to poison, falsities proved echos In dark- clouded minds, night delivers truth Harsh truth of moments blind The nightmare persists One’s life is not yet to be theirs.
We laid there Untop of pitch Wading in water’s sound The spot surrounded by an absent crowd They awaited our voices We sang, we kissed Never did the sun shadow us Not for a second did we want to move In the heart of the process In the absence of home We found something else
This is in inspiration from a moment from the past where I and another found a stage that, in prior, had a concert and had not been torn down yet. So we just climbed onto it and laid there listening to blowing breeze, Elvis, and the water.
Tall and dark A handsome face She walks amoungst the thorns Pricking them first Laughter in angst Remorse in the joyous
Eyebrows flare, eyes rolled to white She dulled the jewels on the beetles back She convinced the bird to veer from flight She crushed the soul of the earth’s core Crunched it like a pit And let bloom decay.