The lifting sensation of morning light
Holding onto the things
Which have vanished with strife
Please, steady the pound of my fists
As I cling onto dear life
The grey masking, seething
Because the strokes of lightning strike
Ring in the contraption of my broken chin
Fly out into the opening expanse
And slather the paint on the gashes within
Holding, clinging onto this sheer flight
As the ground below me decide to plummet
Into an endless pit clashing tonight

You should not regret
What you have done, badly
Those, are just mistakes

But

You should regret
What you haven't done, sadly
Those, become heartaches
WIZDUMBs BY JA 583                   06-07-2015

help.
don’t want to be alone.
left in dismay.
with nowhere else to go.
the perpetual ignition
to the minds of synthetic decisions
left scattered like fall leaves
trailed for me to follow.
can’t always keep my weight
from crushing underneath.
the sinking punch plummeting
to the pit of my stomach.
left to reiterate the syllables
stranded for me to swallow.
help.
can anyone hear.
sometimes I don’t think
there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
the cool misty crisp.
the pregnant clouds seething,
sinking to catch teeth
with the means of you and me.
a gullible shrill thundering across
the expanse of the big grey sky,
the spit of your words cut edge
like a shower of shrapnel clinging
to the teetering stance on a flower bed.
feeling the eclipse, the weight before
the swooning slip  
as you decided to let our grip
go into ****.

thinking it's okay
to still the rough embedded
in your head
chastise the shouts in flower beds
the swords clashing with dread
keep the ink from pooling on
your chest, obscuring
the hounds wandering in oblivion
barking up that rainy mess
just try to wade and spark a little more
lift your chin away from your claims
of shoveled depths, chained in
the metal compartments of your chest
don't tell me I don't hear the river
it's flowing regardless of your
****** up cluster
sometimes all needed to be known
is that breathing is enough
to take the gravity away
so for the while
be wary of the chlorine  
and clean out the static beginning to sing
my love, sometimes listen to the
pounding instead

a naked personality
sometimes treasured
mostly
peeled of the static
engraved and lathered
thickly like a suffocating stench~
I''ll eradicate it,
like a sheep's breath
warm as swaying hay
yet cool as dawning dew
gently soothing the screeching fray  
and now to sit vulnerable
and wear our identity
in the fabrics of our sleeves
don't lose sight as we
stare obsessively
wandering mindlessly
the direction of our time
as it ticks endlessly
as we yearn for
the mechanics
to make the pain
hurt less