Where now are our heroes?
Faded  pages in an
Encyclopedia
Dry
Cracked
And
Sepia
Stars and supernovas
Quarrel with displeased eyes
And sing songs to empty
Rooms
Halls
And
Theaters

I keep counting on time,
But I'm not very good with numbers.
Jigsaw box in the hickory chest,
Lies empty, just like all the rest

Foxless hound howling,
Only ears of his echo to hear.
Canyon walls cry in the summer rain,
Lion's pride look past the Golden Mane

Take me back to the start
When the world had a heart.
Let the subdivisions
Fall to oblivion
As kings wait patiently
For the public buses.
The dizzy drunkenness
Of the lioness cub
Shocks the perched bald eagle
As he swallows the world

The
Harvest
Has begun
In the presence
Of the tar drenched sun.
As
The snakes
Prowl the streets;
Harvesting death,
Hatred and deceit
The
Righteous
That gather,
Cower in fear.
Which would you rather?

The
Rooster
Will bellow
If ever there’s dawn
Out in the meadow
Or
On top
High Canyon,
We WILL destroy
That old tar drenched sun.

Just wanted to take a second
And thank all the users on here
For all the support you've given.
You make me strive for improvement.
As someone relatively new
To this art form,
Inspiration
You've given me
Is immeasurable.
Thank you
A.M.

*Not enough people show their gratitude towards others anymore

It turns out the
Hieroglyphics
On ancient walls
Were written in
Blue fountain pen

Turn off your eyes,
And follow the beat.
Sun in the skies,
Singeing concrete feet.
The beat,
In the beginning.
The beat,
Throughout the middle.
The beat's,
Final lonely thud
In the end.

I can’t see my face
As it is drowned out
By obsidian mirrors.
The torch is passed on
By gold hooded monks
Illuminating curtains.
The moon's seven eyes
Blazing emerald,
Steal the iris of the sun
Hide the squalid tree
‘Neath the Kevlar cloth.
Infinity spins on tip
Of quilting needles
Knitted by the words
Of the god of the Raven.
The river divides
To the left and right
Ivory towers o’erlook
The cat tail junction.
Soundless chords echoed
Echoed
Echoed, echoed
Echoed
Into whiskey soaked sponges.

Alone in a five walled room
Silence intruded
With violent caterwauling
Echoing throughout.
Ancient scribes capture surreal
Images spilling
From the grey depths of my mind:
Drift up the small stream
Guided by five flying fish
Fireflies dancing
To music with no tune,
Black panthers and mice
Swimming in the coral reefs
With the fish and birds
The landscapes ooze perfection.
Faceless gypsy queens
Appear in my mirror
Saying my time here is through.
………

………

………
The light burns brightly
Jolting me from my comforts

Bringing back the grey.

The grate fills the
Monumental
Gap
Where the lions
Feast off of the
Sap
Of petrified
Trees

Skeletons of the sky
Cloaked in a lush green tarp
Concealing blue myths
In sardonic ocean's waves,
A liquid crypt
With memory
Swimming, S w i m m i n g
In timelessness.
Tangled vines cowering
Over the rising tides,
Show all their true colors
Confronting shallow pools.

In a glass house with whitewashed walls
Dare you throw a stone?
One by one all the lemmings fall
Battered, bruised, and thrown
In halls

Piece by piece the fortress shatters
And now the shadows rise
Taking away all that matters
Empty now are prized
Platters

Once again the fortress will rise
Years and years from now
Just wait until the whitewash dries
Hear, we won’t allow
Reprise

Exile me to the severed skies
On sanctuary walls,
Eyes bleed euphoric denials.
Lamp posts illuminate
Mile long, azure compromise.
The nyctophobic light bulb's
Light dwindles after a while.
Silk suit sultans stand single-
File beneath hemorrhaging tides.
Immutable cocoons wrap
Thighs around their sunken smiles.

Lost in an endless Romance -
Labyrinth of mirrors
Reflecting Jade dreams.
Jade
Green with envy.
Envy
Is splintering,
And bleeding out
Blue.
Oceans and oceans
With no valve.

Drift away
Drift
Away

Listen to the bed of withered roses
Listen to the shadows dancing at night
You are alright, Yes you are alright.
Where did you stash your synchronicity?
Speak to the walls and tell them your stories
The wallpaper scorches and peels from ash
Only you can pass, only you can pass.
The machine’s weight grows heavy with old age.
The mirror reflects the story’s villain
Camouflage the white linoleum floor
I’m waiting for more, I’m waiting for more.
This blanket feels warmer when it is damp.
Chronic nostalgia bleeds the willow dry
Concrete structures blot out the sun’s embrace
You will stop this soon it is just a phase.
Or so the middle-aged ghost story goes.

The gold sarcophagi
Hide the wolves decaying
Prey.
Howling
..Howling
….Howling
……..Howling
Up at the blazing sky.
Their moves the night betray.
Moon
Seeking
..Seeking
….Seeking
……..Seeking
Vengeance over the sun.

Yesterday's solace
Out of mind, out of sight
Standing stoic, in the wrong kind of light.
Windless ceiling fans,
And vibrant shades of black
Do not look now, but there's no turning back.
While the masses read
Books with empty pages
A voiceless storm across the sky rages.

*I'm probably not done writing this one. I feel like there's room for more in here. we'll see. Let me know what you think so far, I haven't heard from you guys in a while.