pool chairs.
eating emeralds
smoking insects
and becoming the locust
of the world.

party looking like bloodletting
indoor wallpaper rosyblurry violent cough
and vision up like a promised land
windy alcove and energized balcony chats

my fear of heights, lime nicotine
you'll save my anxiety taking me home
naked to the core underwear and bra
talking quietly as you drunk drive
lonely dragonfly intersection intertwined
fingers and again - those kingly emeralds

This morning I wandered along the canal
The autumnal sunlight glinting on rippled water
More beautiful than any man cut diamonds
Autumn snow flakes filled the air
Flakes of red, gold, yellows and faded greens
Forming multi hued drifts around my feet
Overhead a skein of geese
Unerringly headed south
A picture forever imprinted on the mind
What a beautiful season is autumn
Colours bright, colours warm
But
All to soon she will leave
Her colours to fade and die
All to soon winters might will rule
And we must suffer winters bitter storms

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
Children are born not of love but lust.

O.O

Oh the undescribable beauty
That your forest hold,
And how much it tells
Without a single word being told.

Each and every wanderer
Being called,
By the sun shining through the trees
Looking like little streaks of gold.

The pathway that leads to total
Freedom of the soul,
And you're in your element
When the birds starts to call.

Oh how truly beautiful
Your forest are,
It's just sad
That it has to be so far.

-ZvZ-

Abridged in still uncertainty,
autumn swept up its weeping leaves.

“You’re the red leaves on the tree,”
paused, breathed in,
“and I’m the green.”

Of the fall, you thoughtfully said,
“one is dying; the other, dead.”

How seemingly mystic
The conservatory ideas,
engraved into our existence
developed into passions
leading to so much.
How seemingly confusing it can all be;
the cyclic, linear process of life.
Neither dead nor living.

There is only self.
Only one thing I can be sure of.
Self...
whatever that may be.

But that frightens me:
Only self,
myself
only me and again...
i'm alone in the dark.

How selfish existence is...

redding revulsion
i am braining ofyou (we) and i am guilty of it
(are on the three double you) one?
you brain so much of you while i am so empty ofme
i hate the sun of my eyes and i am guilty for it