...fell down and shattered into a gadzillion pieces.
It was an accident.
It was fate.
It was moment of weakness.
It was meant to be.
It was a gadzillion pieces of
It was a gadzillion
drops of tears,
gusts of emotions,
All those pieces swept into the wind,
spread across sand and sea,
whispered under every breath
and buried... buried.
They unfold and twist,
collide and explode.
Pressurized and purified,
proven true, it
lands back to the very heart of where it started--
What no ears have heard nor eyes have seen
Peppermills and pancakes
like no other poetry
What no mind can see nor hearts can hear
byways and highways
I've not met you
I've not known
in noways and nothing is everything in you.
Flutter of an evening chill
the black rain, bores into me
The lower breeds
The ebbs and flows
of withered grass and moss green skies
I still hold your hand
watch seabirds fly
The pond searching between my toes
and i fly with them
Still holding your hand
there are things worse than death. death is a release. A culmination
of things, of who you were. i come here to think
of all the things i can be thankful for.
the low lights are drowning the stars tonight.
they push them deeper into the heavens
like a fetus refused its way out.
a plane flies by where birds used to flock.
the sound of sirens and construction
pounding and clicking is acceptable tonight. i can talk to you
and not feel awkward. the crane rotates next to me.
i've never seen one of those when i was young.
workers carry on, laboring for minimum.
the gusts of wind blankets me with a chill. i embrace it.
the freedom of the wind. not knowing where it comes from or where it goes.
it could be you.
En Soul-ment and tone
Will never fade away
The undulating skies and fervent seas
The bowels of grass and ****
The mighty winds
Careless tangles of swarms and open bridges and catfish and crayfish and
The reverberations of sounds and laughter
Sonorous and somnolent and alabaster
Mounds its way through the desert storms and wingless chills
Panafery conglomerates itself
It calls me
And extolls itself
Highly highly praise and praises be
You say and i heard -
the ease of this pain,
the taming of the winds.
Howling the unspoken,
never knowing the light of things
is easily dismissed.
An imagined feeling,
a dreamful wish and such fancies.
How many times have you visited
and left messages and crumbs?
Seeing the entirity
before it ended,
and your footprints lifting me
until i flew across the sky
this dead night in the daylight.
Every snake and folly trampled on
and the dirt roads travelled us far from each place,
led me back without you.
So i listen now,
the silent vows fulfill themselves