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Cain Jan 2013
A tempest is brewing
Beneath our soles.
Coerced many massive mountains
but sundering them not;                                      consuming them.

With eons unequaled,
With few fathoms measurable
yet measuring the unfathomable.

Unrealistic fables,
As a dragon in a cavern,
Perhaps infernal heathens...                                     ludicrous claims, yet

No soothsayer's transmutations,
No reviser's adaptations,
Nor squabbling between politicians
could surmount to the tensions amassing beneath us.

Are we at pinnacle of the world?
Only if one's ego is at True North,
Merely the surface, unfurled forth.

But as molten iron dwindles slowly outward into hardened crust
As does man's manifested quest for greed and lust

So if a monolithic magma pool ever decides to ******
Hopefully it will gather a rather miraculous gust (it must!)

Distrusting the wicked, while sparing the just
As quickly as water turns ephemeral steel to rust.
Cain Jan 2013
Agnizing life presently, rather a mere reflection
Absolved pleasantly, converted cranial affection
Recreated imagery which becomes introspection
Concentric rippling raindrops, radiating perfection
Life's absorption of the senses through cosmic connection
Cain Dec 2012
Projectiles piercing past years, tears and more,
All for nothing, nothing for all, but for what? What for?
Ruination of art, knowledge, wisdom: ambiguities of war.
Instilling fear, burdening bystanders- thrown asunder or ashore
The guiltless stream meanders as wings which soar.

Tyrants rampant like rebels on the range,
Hierophants justified killing for a cause,
Fuel-driven greed heeds a need for a change.
Actions bring reactions when blood meets the gauze.
Pause, hold the applause; the jaws withdraw.
Cain Dec 2012
For almost an hour I wait in the shower
Under a canopy of rain, steam and dew,
Something I treasure; one of life's simple pleasures,
I prepare, I revisit, move on; that's all I can do.

Warm droplets settle on the skin,
Reminiscent not of you, rather one I once knew,
Muscles dropping tension, solace within
Elation is but shattered glass, relaxation is my glue.

The water's now crisp, the sensational cold,
Inhale, breathe out, but until you step in,
How can you know, if it ever unfolds?
All to do is begin.
Cain Nov 2012
Peering through the looking glass
Prismatic dispersion in all directions,
The sights you see, the sounds I hear
are merely just reflections.

For what you perceive is what I perspire,
But what I seek may not be your desire;
And is giving to receive an honest way to inspire?
Or are they as contradictory as water and fire?
Cain Oct 2012
Wayward man, opposite clouds,
There and back again, far from crowds,
Disarray, astray through grey- where he shrouds.
Vague, vigilant, vastly enigmatic,
To see from such a point of view is idiosyncratic,

Astral miles, took off from land,
Charting depths of the unmanned,
Once on shore-- 'what's beyond the sand?'
Others lost wills to explore, a journey unbland;
Demand to expand, for space is your command.
Cain Oct 2012
Once again a still sunrise,
Quite too much to my surprise;
Now no longer the same reprise,
Never believing in fate's demise.

Once again awaits the sun,
Otherworldly; waits for none;
Terrestrial battles with wars unsung,
The time is now, and has begun.

Once waves of calamity striking the coast,
Now sinking caravels with swift riposte;
This paves the insanity to roads of most,
No graves on marvels without a host.

My ambiguous ocean, bounds not to the throes,
An effluent river asks not where it goes;
But through frigid winters it finally froze,
Yet two rigid reasons -- it once again flows.

Your guess is as mine, for nobody knows,
This mess is divine, and to us it bestows;
Thrown into disaster, yet much room for prose,
We are the ship-masters -- and everyone rows.

So set my oars down, and go for the sails,
Open your eyes, ears & mind; there is no trail;
Wandering didactic wisp you will find, futility of 'fail',
Galactic inhale, cosmic exhale, maybe then will the true path unveil.

So leave nasty mates; abandon the ship,
No mutiny required, just let the wreck tip,
As though through spread fingers they suddenly slip,
Though red feelings linger, you find your own grip.

Then leave folly habits -- straight at the shore,
Shut it & lock it, and close the **** door;
There always are options -- endless possibilities to explore,
Just activate your wings, open wide--soar.

Glad once again, for another sunset,
What you pursue is what you will get;
So forget calumet, anisette & cigarettes,
Simply don't fret -- paint vignettes with no regrets.

— The End —