We engaged the engines, collected
the imagery of this place to further
our understanding of a vast pool.

Then we jumped, like a motion of
splashing down ripples silently
unseen fading into the distance.

We saw reflections of ourselves,
of our past, of what maybe our
downfall. We were like pebbles.

Sinking deep within the ocean
of raindrops, we were a grain
in the universe of stones.

We were called puddle jumpers,
splashing down on waters of
the unending universe.

Dying for our sins, was the metaphor,
but was it as it seems?
for if he died for those would one stay
dead not rise three days later it seems .

A bad hangover of consciousness.
were sins only forgiven for a weekend
maybe +1. Were we misled that he passed
but was just drinking holy wine in his cave crib.

If one was to be born to die for us, to die for
us, then why was it just a weekend gig?
Your sins aren't forgiven for he lived,
misinterpreted it was just a 3 day weekend.

Dead petals collect in the shallow sockets
vacant for eternity,the fragrance scratches
beneath the decaying waves of nothingness

Feathers scar every reflection, wordings
distorted in finite scratches barley visible
but lacerating deeper than thoughts hanging.

In my veins twilight and luminosity were
dangling from my fingertips scratching them
till fingertips bled radiantly, fading to disillusion.

I was a cloud of confusion, raining shards of
insecurity inwards. Convulsing with each kiss
of positivity that was riveted in my empty skull.

I'm a mirage of imagery, my smiles hanging on
meat hooks, my hello's, how are you. A collection
of stapled wordings, I'm dead inside, a shadow walking.

Naked as snow was my birth,
a covering of innocence coating
                                           my eyes.

I was then a sapling, bursting through
and then capturing the nautical days
                                               I was alive.

Like an oak my moments long & fading
as the years fell like autumn leaves.
                     A chill of silence breathed upon me.

Her eyes see everything but
                                  nothing,
blind to everything but
                     her own beauty.