While staring into the heavens,
A vast storm came
Tearing into the atmosphere,
out from the wild darkness.


While listening,
to the silenced;
I heard rumors
of a mega galactic cloud.
A star maker;
unknown elements
colliding
with moonless planets
In her eternal belly.

  Here I was,
Too Weak
to break
the skin of space...
Traveling adrift,
Where the presence of chasmic cliffs,
bring comfort
from the sight
Of the great cloud,
eating planets in the dark.

Suddenly, I heard a sound
Like myriads of thunderstorms
being held prisoner
By the never ending cloud,
The resonance of which,
ripped the page of days apart--

Spilling
Everything empty down
into the trembling earth
And all of the
light escaped the dark...

I stopped existing..
I couldn't hear anything;
not even,
the quiet vibration
of my own voice in my head
every second,
Achingly expiring at birth;
An,
incarnation-
of the beaten silence.


Woe, to the chaos of my eyes,
They, see nothing...
Seeing nothing
Every time
I forgot my name.
A name that was,
whispered by raindrops,
And written in my blood.

Again

I
           Drifted


I heard the silenced,
whisper.

I have learned,
Why, darkness first hated the light
and challenged its power.
How, the stars
that you and I can see,
are the lowliest luminaries;
they have fallen
So far down,
too far from heaven, now.

How, when galaxies
  consume the stars
that the almighty named;
they are erased,
from everything;
Unfound,
throughout all of the immensity!"

Awakened,

I waited for the
Ageless clouds.
And, though I knew
That once a raindrop whispers
A name,
never again would it fall
from the lips of a storm.
Still,
I am listening,
I know I
Won't understand the
languages of the names
Still I listen
without my eyes;
Listening for the sound
Of the ancient wild fire
At the bottom of an unfounded sea;
Ablaze, climbing
The staircase
Of the sea,
The roar of it's furious limbs  
shattering the soaked ceiling---

This is the image of
Words, and names descending...
Still I must listen...
When I hear the vibration
Like lightning strikes,
Across a cellos strings
Suspended
in mid-heaven;
 an adagio,
Composed by angels...
the augmented chord
kept secret
through the valleys
Of years.

  I will search,
for the almighty,
Wholeheartedly;
Into the
wild world enraged
I will only speak as the silenced do,
In the tongues of clouds
Yet, the words carry the weight
Of worlds,

I will go.
    
When I find
Someone who is
Weary, who is beaten down
And *****,
And yet...
He is awake-
waiting...
or if I travel with a thunderstorm
through a city
And there among the busy streets,
If I find anyone standing moveless,
Where Heavy feet rush to escape the rain,
Their eyes shut,
Just waiting,
patiently In the rain-

I will tell them;

Why this world
is not their home.

Then,
I will show them,
how to hear..and-
Most importantly-
How to listen,
to the words of the rain,
That whispers.

And once
they learn to listen
they will hear,
their names;
They will remember everything,
All that mankind has forgotten.
And, then...
                           I will wait,
              Through,
the withering.
              Through,
the unending night
my heart humbled,
imploring the almighty,
To name me again,
The name that I forgot;

And plead with him
to succor me,
So that
without fear;
I may
make a stand,
For the truth
Bearing it's light
through dark wars,
and my struggle
With , the sons of the night;
            these days,
at the very edge of days,

On the eve of,
The war that finishes
all things-

That is not ours to wage,

That day the riders from the heavens
Will eat up the sky,
And the black blood
Will rain;
from the deepest
white clouds.
Sweep it up,
All that is in pieces
And do not watch the hours,
Because,
our eyes have seen
What we do not remember,
And if you pause for
too long,
The eyes unexcited,
will turn
Around,
and search the universe behind him,
Dragging you in and out of dreams,
Where the darkened stars dim the night of your mind,
And While you sleep
The world, is on fire;
the hours warp
and stretch from
The intense heat;
expanding
They take the shape
Of memories ,
Like blown glass ornaments,
Softly rising toward the
ceiling;
When they collide,
They burst,
And shatter Against the floor;

Leaving,
   dust of remembrances
and shards of time in piles,
throughout the house.
I should,
sweep it up,
But,
I just
Lay down
On my back
shirtless,
my skin pressed against,
what was left of us...

I wish you were here
You would stand me up/

You would dig the seconds
out of my skin;
                          That burn.
Ilion gray Nov 29
When we fall,
We are not raindrops,
We are the dust of stars,
The puddles we make destroy
The concrete,
And, *** does not hear the sound
Of our bones crashing-

Though I knew
you would never be home again,
I knocked on your door for hours/

***,

Was there,
sitting
In the stair well  

But


you were gone.
          
          Three days ago,
I watched
men in black Suits,
lower the expired shell you wore,

down into The parts of earth that never age,

   Still/

I've been calling for days,

      The phone rings-
and rings...

no angel,
has answered.

I imagine
that you are dancing,
Along some coastline eons away,
In a galaxy where
words like,

age-
Weakness-
pain-
And Cancer
Were never spoken-
Where the killers aren't pills,
And prescriptions are  scarcely  written/
Where,
the Hours  Of delirium,
Can not Wash away clusters of days

The tragedy of forgetting
patiently stalks
Memory in the quiet caves,
Where the secret pieces
of us
Are hidden.

  But,

I know what I remember,

Watching your eyes,
empty Their light across the cold ceiling,
                            
reaching,
into The bone white light
Above your hospital bed,
As if your sight,
had legs and feet,
and,
you could escape into it,

But
         that's not what dying is like//

I knew you would leave me here/

With all the demons,
With their devil fathers,
Their heavy,
***** Sweating
calloused hands,

Dragging me,
out of sight,
Through the raggedy barn doors
Of  aged alder wood,

warped
From rain and wind,
Stained,
As perspiring palms
Drip
innocence,

Black,
And Creeping,
Thick as molasses
Leaving your body
Escaping through tiny
clenched openings.

Rolling over
And off  The trembling cliffs of fingertips,
Shaken loose at the hinges,
                    *****,

                                Outside of the light,
                     Down Into their whiskey dreams/
      
I knew you wouldn't say goodbye,
How,
when the worst wind came Roaring,
Angry
and cold,
How,
You would just grow old,
And die
Ilion gray Nov 24
I will love you,

Until the heavens  
Of earth collapse,


I Will live for you, Never ending

you were formed
Above the firmament,
Before existence
You witnessed,

              All things,


My child, your mother is a mighty moon,

she can not be tethered,

Your father,

     I, Am the wild fire,
That's walks with rain.




You,
were made between
Flames
And rock;
Made,
In the ****,
Of her mountains.
Just Below heaven.
On a night that
the density of light
set the clouds aflame,
And the sky,
could not be mapped,
And the stars,
Revealed their true names aloud,
in the hidden
Language,
The names *** gave them.


Amid all of these things-

You were made-

         Drawn From Rivers
That carve
valleys
out of the earth,

And drip,
Subtly-

softening stone,

a creek
Bleeding-
Into
A forest floor-

It was here
That the almighty

forged Existence-

With His hands of wind...





you slept through many lives,

resting Until, the heat
escaped the fire.

Every night,
That summer
I listened
to the sound
of your
Body sleeping-

shaping
the silence.


Here I am,
a fire-
running wild
through the
Leaning,
sun burnt,
tall grass Of days-
Watching them Wither,
                   And crumble
To dust as they pass...

            
I, Could not make them- stop.

            
I, could not keep you.
 
          
now everything is a cage-
                                                           ­                
            here I am;

Without the immensity
Of your laughter
embracing My heart;                                                      
                                                                ­        I am un-done.

I've sat awake for months,
Replaced the  blinds with blankets,
These days,
it is the light;
that can not escape darkness,

each minute;
makes a feast of seconds,

The starving  hours,

Eating away Every minute.

             Here I am.

And the weight of
dreary day

devours everything.

I, am barely breathing.
Traveling,  through the world;
Wading through
unending hours.


           I,
am
                      Without
The heat of your tiny
Being Wrapped, In gypsy golden
Skin,
Hanging from my shoulders,
           Sliding   down
                          my back,
                                        Or resting across my stomach
Bringing me morning,
Without
               The presence of your breathing--
                                                     ­                    I, am un-done
                                                         ­            

 
I curse the sun,
                I  reject its rays--
                           Always arriving,
And yet--
It Leaves
Before it comes.
                                     I am         un-done,
And I am never awake--

  I knew,
I would
Have to
              watch you go...


I knew How, 
   I would miss you.

Still;
when, the foreign moon
realized,
That wild fire needs something beautiful
to burn;
                    I watched her,
                  wrap you in wind;
                                     Lift
                                     you,
up
Where stellar clouds
Begin, and end--

                                   And time
                                         just,
      

   swallowed us whole.
(For: Ilion, my son/From:Ilion the Gray, your father)
Ilion gray Oct 12
The simple life of pillows,
Or clouds.
Both being of stellar variety.
the burning gasp of being saved,
everything goes eventually,
If  you leave the room
The space will be missing something;
When it is found,
A trillion Seconds you
thought you lost,
will catch up to you.
All things return
To their someplace;
Now all that is earthly
around me,
has begun to rustle
And wave,
There is no other planet to go
To,
There is no farther away,
The machines are eating the child’s
Tomorrow’s,
The air is bleeding
It’s invisible hue,
The earth in search,
Desperate to borrow
Time,
pilfered from
Everything with an ending
The hour is coming,
You and I will seek
It to;
Just up that way
Then to the right,
Through the frozen fields
of nimbus Pass,
Just a horseshoe
toss from
the holy
Water-rise,
Watching,
Where nothing falls-
While the drifting spritzes-
Do not drip-
But climb.

The mountain staircase
Of night;

I will go.

Because the hour draws close;
And soon when the
Unending dusk grows,
No road will be empty.

Perhaps I will
Return to someplace,
That will only be a place
Once I’ve arrived,
Someplace as lost as all the rocks,
I’ll build a throne and observe
The might of the almighty,
The Strong roots of infinite
Shades of blackness-
Where all creation
Happens
Ilion gray Oct 11
Around here the days
Walk past slow;
I have only watched them
Go;
Do you hear the voices
Swimming the coffered channels
Of hours also?
Subtly clinging to waves
Which strive
Yet only
Come once
The same tide never rolls
twice.
I am roving about
here
Where silence answers
Fear, and moonlight
Answers night
You and I
Awaiting time
Wondering if it knows
We're here.
the air is still
An empty echo of expanse
Holding nothing;
rain falls from a
Cloudless sky;
soft as sparrow tears
Crashing down onto
Binary lovers
Melting them to earth
Into a puddle of one another.
Ilion gray Sep 20
And I stare into the heavens
Without closing my eyes;
I see
Little wonders
Tiny
dying diamonds
Skating across the frozen cirrus clouds
Just beyond cumulus nimbus mountains
High as the feet of angels.
I watched them delve into the dark
waltzing down through the Heavens
Only some will return.
The devil is resisting the
Light from the stars
He cloaks them beneath
Astrology
The stars are infinite
Wild are their galaxies
The strength of their illumination
Does not know darkness
There are no constellations
the stars will laugh at you
To think they were only shining
For you
to dream
and wish upon
While Our great cities
blot them out
with chemical dust
And inescapable darkness
Moving at the speed of greed
Our kings
all blind
And heartless
Everyone who’s ever breathed
These
Counted breaths
Have Lived and died
on the back of
An angel
The day is coming
When only a few will be numbered
And not a human number
but a number
Of ***
a sum shall break
the silent universe
Into infinite tiny diamonds
Each skating across
the wretched peaks
the  blackest waves
A never-ending abyss
Every time I go to 7-11 and get a large
Red Slurpee my brain freezes
and when it starts to slowly drip
I think like this
It’s unfathomable
what you find Sometimes
in the
Creases
of a dreamers mind
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