Cast an indifferent overcast
upon the coarse gray sands
around my sunken feet imprinted
on the earth grounded by gravity
tortured to look above towards
shrouding skies of hoary scale
with earthly sounds of depths
crashing without compromise
sprinkling comets of aftermath
over my pale bristled skin
shuddering convulsing trembling
in fear of this darkened oblivion.

Bodies of black water
Marching towards the shore
In tides and waves of hordes
Overlapping as they roar.

On the pier, I caught her
Waist in molten charcoal
Whirled in tidal black hole
Engulfing her as it folds.

Daylight, upon the mer
Awakened from my sleep
Dreams of haunting Banshee
Sinking On The Iron Sea.

Parallel, aligned and set
Together, in vivo, they met
In shadows, spines slumped
One bemused, one dumped
Apart, in this company, til death.

It was the way you talked to me
The way your eyes sparkled every time you expressed your infatuation with me
Or was that me talking through you?
You are the highest degree of perfection in my mind your are mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.

Like fish
That tickle my toes
Like a wish
That no one else knows

I'm the girl who spent her last token
On a game that was broken

The bugs
That **** my blood
The shower without a plug
That bears the unbearable flood

I'm the girl who hid in her heart
Until he broke it apart

Petals swimming in the sunlight
Stained by these evening dreams

Pinks that settle with the emerald shards
And watch the stars gather above
A whirlwind of love

A peaceful heart ache
The letting go,
An anger for the red petals to take

A promise of the days ahead
That beauty and joy will return
A bouquet of flowers for the dead

She's such a visionary,
she pictures art where peasants revel...
had a near death experience, said she even saw hell...
She sees potential in me, despite the times that i fell..
she convinced me to keep throwing pennies in wells..
not because she believes in myths and superstitions...
but because she sees homeless people dig in after all the wishin..
So on a good day, i throw in a few quarters, she sees i care.
But im no hero i just want Ms. Adeline to be aware..

Everything she sees, and envisions she blesses. & Everyone agrees...
So i tell her.
Never take your lovely eyes off the world, please.

She promised me she wouldn't, ever since she saw God.


What makes her see goodness?, what makes her so kind?.....
if only the world knew, Ms. Adeline was born blind.




-afj

rainy showers,
pour down, on the poor.
the Sun, hasn't completed his chore..

giving more death than life, not enough blossoming..
flowers all wilted, tilted, but possibly...

the outcome of this garden is a metaphor for hope..
and that word alone can settle down the folk...

giving them potential, the potential to be born.
changing up their mental, a transition to a form..
till the realization hits, they can get through any storm...

rainbows exist.
hidden in the mist.
and every time, they appear the devil shall be ******.
...

therefore, one can say the devils gonna have a bad year, when he realizes the beauty this time period brings...
so, watch out for disharmony but know the bird that sings,
float like a butterfly, but know the bee that stings..
i assure you, this right here, will be the best of many springs...
So;
..until we meet again, in the land of Queens & Kings.



-afj.