wait long enough
for whispers to slide
behind trapped colors
remember how to burst out from chainlink
a pebble speaks silence perfect
dislodged from the angel's ****** throat
paragraphs of rain
pages of grey winters
a shrewd plea sneaks in
restless like a sincere nightwatch
written by furtive moons
waiting for the next swift eclipse
to sun stain alien sand
everything dead waits to be hit by shine.
This is it
a misprisoned child
escaping wisdom's dark house
on the deep face of silence
I stole expressions from Buddha's still pond.
Forest green eyes
curls around his ribs
forces him to listen
long vines of prose
jail cells can never take away
feel it rip puzzles to jigsaw
slice me like a spiked saw
tainting midnight's first sun born child.
Meet me in a meadow of new fresh colors
so we can reinvent ourselves on carousel of wonders dripping bright sparks into sink holes.
In wild quiet soil
brightness cannot conceal its majesty
be harmless as summer darts
beaming across a doorway.
Open like switchblade
nothing to hide
some still look at you
suspicious hunted curious
walk through darkness
watch broken fangs from sharp bulbs
light up anyway.
Down corridors of lightning
whiffs of burnt Eden
a bright companion dragged through
broken nail sands
dressed in white rags
when you look close enough:
Everybody cut in half
like confused air
haunted in twilight
nail biting silence
hoping for peace to land
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
wait long enough
for whispers to slide
behind trapped colors
remember how to burst out from chainlink
a pebble speaks silence perfect
dislodged from the angel's ****** throat
paragraphs of rain
pages of grey winters
a shrewd plea sneaks in
restless like a sincere nightwatch
written by furtive moons
waiting for the next swift eclipse
to sun stain alien sand
everything dead waits to be hit by shine.
This is it
a misprisoned child
escaping wisdom's dark house
on the deep face of silence
I stole expressions from Buddha's still pond.
Forest green eyes
curls around his ribs
forces him to listen
long vines of prose
jail cells can never take away
feel it rip puzzles to jigsaw
slice me like a spiked saw
tainting midnight's first sun born child.
Meet me in a meadow of new fresh colors
so we can reinvent ourselves on carousel of wonders dripping bright sparks into sink holes.
In wild quiet soil
brightness cannot conceal its majesty
be harmless as summer darts
beaming across a doorway.
Open like switchblade
nothing to hide
some still look at you
suspicious hunted curious
walk through darkness
watch broken fangs from sharp bulbs
light up anyway.
Down corridors of lightning
whiffs of burnt Eden
a bright companion dragged through
broken nail sands
dressed in white rags
when you look close enough:
Everybody cut in half
like confused air
haunted in twilight
nail biting silence
hoping for peace to land
