to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy

Our backs hold stories
Not even the spine
On a book can handle

i bathe in serene
sleepy mountainside ledges
kissed by lips of fall

Clashing under tyranny rulings,
War falls under the city,
Implodes the streets to the sewers,
Growing vines, dystopian.

These fools, two beasts,
Started this turf war,
Under the rule of masters,
They couldn't be less of *******.

Pointless points being made against,
Not strong enough to stop but enough to enrage,
Close their eyes, oh masters,
They've had enough of this battle.

Shatter limbs with broken eyes,
Rolled back into their head,
Meanwhile the time wrings out and trips them up,
I've had enough of these fights inside my city.

I had a dream, yesterday, 3:33 in the morning.
The witches — they play with me — with my mind.
By the river that flows beneath the ash on an island in the sky.
They take me to a place that I have sought but can not find.
Where a river flows beneath the ash on an island in the sky.
They hang me from the tree, stick blades into my side. My blood — it fills the well until all the secrets rise.
Until all unknown I find by the river that flows beneath the ash on an island in the sky.

Still waters, deep,
surface like glass reflecting green above;
and below are trees, sky,
shadows, leaves, sunlight,
moving and motionless.
Here silent images shimmer now,
and - air breathing suddenly - break.
Unbidden feelings confuse
reality and fantasy.
Which is which?
Fantasy and reality confuse;
feelings unbidden break, suddenly breathing air;
and now shimmer images,
silent here, motionless
and moving....
(sunlight leaves shadows).
Sky, trees are
below - and above -
green, reflecting, glass-like surface.
Deep waters, still.

do not visit my grave and cry, i am not there
i did not die