Pendelton Lux
Giving ***
For Free
So Scurry
Little Rabbits
She Welcomes
Intelligence
Beauty
Spirit
Passion
The Healing and (even) The Broken

Pendelton Lux
Using a crutch
Losing his touch
Anger inducing stimulation
He's thrashing outward
Screaming to allies
Asking for truth
Stays up late
Eats small bites
Nauseous thoughts abound
No longer sound
Head spinning round
Wishing tears away
He welcomes sleep
Only wanting to dream from the beginning anyway

we knew the air in our own language
we knew the trees in our own language
we knew each other in the same way
we knew
the air and the trees
differently

keep quiet
hold the silence

nothing better than a secret
that doesn't hurt anyone
except yourself
if only
you
let
it
go

within myself
conclusions breed
my roots
shifting
from flowers
to weeds
my needs
shift too
and
the water here
is green
not blue
only
almost black
in my oasis

the sunrise
is slower
reading by the pond
the fishes
speak to me
the water no longer still
what a thrill
to greet morning
with an inquisitive air
perhaps stare
at each student
guessing which is going where

welcome
to the Monday
that led me from nowhere
to here
for now is just another day
we call by name
like you or me the same
time isn't to blame
it's jut our brains
because of the way
we perceive
and measure it

darkness of the mind
fire in the heart
my desire
is
my destruction

within the forests of my breasted figure
lies a dormant snake
sprouting fear in my dreams
leaving me empty
aside from memories in my wake
all of the blue I once knew
suddenly bursting into flame

it's time to face what I create
a pair of emerald eyes
unblinking-unthinking
another of the deepest mud
unrevealing
no longer feeling
the last
most terrifying & candied eyes
butterscotch & bloodshot
looking upward to the crescent in the sky
seeing new colors
saying
goodbyes

six eyes
on three heads
sprouting from a body
made of
snow
curling crystals
jagged and etched
along the slender creatures form
hunger tries to consume
this beast
"what is love,"
the fire asks,
"save for a wet & bloodied feast?"

the snake uncurls
as if ready to latch on to it's prey
then soon after
bolts away

the heartbeat of fire:
much too loud in it's calmness
to be frightened by
hunting snow
with intentions to consume
such a succulent meat
will the snake evaporate in the heat of desire
or
will the fire be smoking
in it's failure
to catch the slithering beast?

frightened with a calmness
death is in the air
in the stare
of all
six
sick
& wicked eyes

the fire muses
in it's confusion
of what's right or wrong
the hunt is no longer a game
life and death
no longer simply names
realities of fortune
and lacking
just the same
the snow and the ice
too weak to face this flame

predictions of
when the snake melts down
to nothing but water and bones
she'll gather the crusted crystals of desire
she so often used to admire
used to hold
in a heart of stone

a different destiny to behold
if the snake
were to win
the burnt paper of her skin
would
go grey in the wind
no more
flames
no more
spark
heart grown
dark
and weary

what torture could send the snakes tongue
down her throat and lick the flame
into an outrage of misplaced
words
that held nothing save for demands
in those hands
the blood had stained
how much of how little could last
no more of the new
in the end
what is left is
all that has passed

snake and flame
forever
in cycle
recycling their pain
until
neither remain

my heart
is a
dying fish
flip flopping
from
yes
to
no
so fast
I feel like each breath of love
will be the end

empty bed
full head
thinking of you
never want to be dead
all of these rhymes
are stuck in my mind
can't seem to find
the words
to explain
how you make me feel
nothing seems real

a love that's so strong
could never be wrong
my life
now
would be empty without

the look in your eyes
when you say things so sweet
makes me hungry
can't help but eat

omnomnom

a
carnivore
desiring meat

I love you
and
you love me

omnomnom

what a treat...

didn't read today
instead
I went outside to
play
didn't want to pay
to be inside on such a beautiful day
blue sky
purple flowers
the weather this week
says there will be
showers

adventure awaits
I welcome it with a grin
backing away from
technology
to encourage my life
to begin

an enchanting boy
with sunflowers for eyes
came riding in from nowhere.
running from a plague
with pretty words
and
hungry hands

should have
predicted
her mistake
but who could blame such
a broken girl
masked in shame
meeting
such a humble gaze

time ceased to move
frozen and sunken
in soft skin
shielding
a strong mind
paired
with heavy thoughts
that lacked
emotion.

her heart was caught
ablaze
thoughts of love
caressed her face
made her quake, numb in the legs
should have listened
to the warnings
but the heat removed the stains
melted
the shattered pieces
she mistook her loss
for gain

stuck in a game
labeled with such a lovely name
she thought perhaps if she could forget,
it would somehow remove the pain

the truest of true
the black in the blue
who could have knew
that this could be true
open wings, let us through
jumped with fear but we flew
think and believe because you can do
anything you want to