I am a feather in a tornado
Gentle in air but when I fly,
When free and straight.

I will pierce any that would
Blight my beauty, for even
Gently beauty changes.

The wind of change comes,
And has its dangers in a thought.

Her ******* were like damp snow,
       teasing but letting my fingers
tread lightly.

She felt ever motion, the imprints
of my wonderings were left
                in the cotton of damp fingerprints.

I never went below the snow,
         sometime
just treading lightly,
       is enough to make her moan.

Age is a
number that
just keeps on going up....

Expelled before I could haunt
your time,
             I wanted to be within you.

Wanting to wonder your halls,
         but I wasn't given time

to

show you that not every floor board
    was creepy, I just wanted to show


that you weren't alone,
                            what did I have to lose
I was no body..

But you exorcized your right,
           had that cloth man come

in your house...

But I showed him
                     that there is more
than one way to

                           defrock a cloth...


I locked him in his mind,
for a man of god there were some
                       dark things in there to
keep him in purgatory
                                 for more than this life time.

I touched your face,
                        it wasn't cold but warmth,


            never to harm but to keep safely
from those who'd do you harm.

A ring spins on the floor, words circular
at speed spelling out in blurred exhaustion.


                                                       I love you....

The world will breath and
Expel all that was foul.

We will be but leaves in the wind,
Never to touch mother earth again.

For we will be but dust grains once
Whole but she expelled on her breath

Man woman & child were swept
Away, and cleansed was her skin.

Upon high the wood never
Sways, always ridged. Its
Fruits ever waiting for the
Time to fall.

But the wood never sways
Its branchless heights, Its
Tainted bark, its moments
When fruits do fall.

Not the time yet, but fall
They will, selected for they
Are special in nature.
When they descend blood
Spills saturating floors.

The wood never sways, only
When the fruit does fall, where
Life is surrendered. Where that
Moment is quiet as one became
Two and the fruit had fallen
From up high to the *floor.

Smeared visualization distorted on my
perceptions of what I see beyond this
frame of sight, I am numb to the hearing
of what is vocalized beyond this mounting.

Palms etch silhouettes of my fears that became
indifferent to the haze that consumed what
once was luminous. Now jaded reflections
turn inwards and devour the glass now cracked.

Pristine architecture now squandered in reflective
doubts. Dilapidation of what held perceptions
of fleeting sights. Apprehension now seen in others
eyes, adorned beyond perceptions looking inwards

Friendship is like a diamond there
are flaws but if polished right it shines.

But then there are those that are glass,
and when dropped they shatter never to rebuilt.

My heart was glass then you
left, it did fracture so slightly,
barley visible to those around,
but was plain for me to feel as
it cut a thousand times in to me.

I thought it would heal, but
words spoken about us, what
I meant to you, the fracture became
a crack, as I grabbed at my chest
as it could now be felt cutting even
deeper I to the feelings within me.

Then the words I thought I would
never hear, from the lips of others
whispers that screamed at me. I
asked a truth to you and then my
heart shattered in to pieces as you
said you never loved me.

I could have tried to pick up this
fragile thing, but now my heart
is replaced by steel, glass was
weak as now I see, ill never
let another shatter my heart
as it is now cold solid steel
to me.

Doused in empty caskets,
                   littering the floor..

Drink entombed him.

Eyes gouged out my heart,

But your tears were nothing

But fake glass diamonds.

Whispers twisted upon a lingering thought,
bleeding tainted images, false in its making.

Questioned on a mind that just fractured.

Eyes glazed like poetry, the kiln of my
Heart turning what once was soft fragile
Painted in what was a shadow of what
Was once bright now oxidized on.

This vessel holds the ashes of what I used
To be, before you did that threw me in
The fires of sorrow and despair,
I was once a flower fresh and free.

Now I am but a glazed reminisce of what
Once was a kiln burnt heart ash where a
Heart was meant to always beat.

Frozen time spirals,
Yearning touches now glazed,
Transparency hangs.

Suns beauty ensnares
Raging Inferno breathes life
Giant among stones

Voracity is a monster that weaves a
                                                      song
To the gullible...
That wish to attain the carrot from the string,


Not realizing some times the carrot is rotten inside.....

Religion
the killer
of many
said in a name.

He may swallow your sins,
                               but if he spits


there's hell to pay...

G-od Is the D-evil,
             conjoined twins that do
the opposite of the other.

But are they the same person..
        never telling the other what there planning
but sharing the same thoughts.

Does that make them both guilty of what they do?

Satan only ever killed one,
     God planted the evidence.


       Falsely accused, planted sins..

If we always look back at our mistakes,

  were never looking forward.


           And realising that
                    to learn,
we must always  strive to walk onwards
                                   and leave our


mistakes in the past.

No longer do I walk to the shops I voyage on
the motions of the wind and fire...

For lame understanding I cant be bothered to expel
breath in motions of the foot....

I envelope my surroundings in a cage of movement,
Caveman inventions lunge me forward.

Attaining my desired destination, the hunter
gatherer in me finds its prey in the frozen section...

I am man and I bring the bounty back to the hoard,
pleasant smiles, as flesh is devoured on soft rye bread.

Paper scenery's hang
                             in the background,
          reproductions brought to life.
The sun casting shadows,
                        before bulbs expire.
But when the wind falls,
                  plugs pulled, the set vacant.

Entombed within the golden locks,
a struggle of two personalities that
coalesce beneath the shimmer of
                                 dusk and dawn.

Never do either ever see the features
portrayed beneath the flesh of others.
Corporeal forms foreboding there existing
                                time haunting memories.

When the curse was woven in sullen
contest, not knowing that this would
knit there time to the fabric of each other’s waking breath.

But when night did lynch daylight then
the other awoke, feverishly needing to
tend to the others demise. Not realising
                                 golden locks unlocked.

It was only when the other stared deep
into the pool of reflection. They saw the
other looking in fright, but neither one
                                behind just reflections.

Now the truth has been attuned to their
existence, they were as one through the
shadow and light to undo a misgiving
                                    from a birth right.

Each has seen into another knowing.
Where there misgivings have given them
reflection, and now they have a purpose
                                to set things right.

Where goldfish's  in
                   a bowl of air

Forgetting to breath...

Neglecting the beauty we see
           memories are fickle things

We swim in circles, expecting to
             noticed, but all we need to do
is realize the bowl isn't real....

Always better to smile than a frown,
                   for smiles mean happiness
                has greeted your thoughts.

And that life isn't always **** ,
             that there is always some gold lining
in those grey clouds hanging around.

I used to water my speculation,mixing it with liquid imagery..
then I'd blend it around with subtle stirrings of my thought.
Watching it change from a blank emotion, to something more.
Collecting I used my fingers clasping a way to collect a thin
film of musing swirls and then I'd gently blow..

Little shimmers would collect, floating delicately around
my head. Rainbows of perception, gently encompassing
a moment of a clear rendition. but a reflection only stains
the image held for so long till it dulls in moments before
evaporating in to tears of mist decaying into oblivion.

But then that place where my perceiving waters gently
flowed now seemed more arid than what was previously
perceived. No longer did rainbows form spherically..
No I was just a salt lake of tears, collecting white flakes
of bleached nothingness. My moment was weak, last week
I was serenading imagery now I'm just a dry lake bed.

"My words floated, but now there just dry renditions of
a drought going on in my thoughts"  

*"Were sometimes to thirsty, not realizing that we drank
to fast and the basin of our thoughts have run dry"

Organs of dead fellows,
       rings of white
the corpses of high standing felled.

And yet you think my diminishing
                gives you heed to throw

me stained with waste...
                     stigmatized....

I graduated from a depression I lingered in
the euphoria of throwing my hat of coloured
textures down what ever was close to me.

Tears echo in my skull, each saying
another word, Weak, worthless, nothing
is worth spending in my dying feelings.

Reflections cuss at me my own self not
felling self worth as I listen, repetitive
self degrading syllables from my own mouth.

My fingers are tired, woozy of the moment
I realized that I'm chaffing on observations ,
my skin is the sea and waves bleed in regrets.

I graduated this morning from depression,
standing up from the bed. I step off to nothingness.
My bed was the roof and I graduated my mistake.

Where those that have eclipsed past breath.
Regressing into a stockade of oblivions slumber.
There words are static on granite anchors.

But where whispers are numb, even though
deleted of motions, a needing persists beyond
confined stillness, a yearning beyond substance

A duet sprung forth,  disconnected, but knew of
another's shadow caressing another. Thoughts are
like leaves they grow till branches intertwined.

Brushing upon memories buried deep beneath
the earth, a foliage of wanting. As leaves mingled
formations wove within the rustling emotions.

A pathway woven within leaves. branches silently
watch as they walk within this silhouette two leaves
released by the breeze, ascending to the distance.

They needn't say anything as leaves fall like teardrops
into an updraft, never falling below as these aren't
of sorrow. Two trees caress in a cemetery of cold memories.

That moment when a gesture
heralds the thought of contemplation
and you revaluate your attention.  
no longer do you feel sullen within,
knocking on the doors buried thoughts.
for one single action can create ripples
upon the deliberation of what we,
l have to be thankful for with a single action .

My stomach a grave of dead flesh,
     I feasted on the carcass of


             The deceased
now entombed within.

There was no burial song,
       Just the ritual shredding

Of flesh.
        

I'm now content, and the bones
     I discard as if tooth picks

Of satisfaction.

  
I'm not sorrowful,
           For my belly is full.

As I gaze at the flowers,

  forna I will never desecrate
               your beauty.

Even though I sank below
         the fatigue of life.

I was never worn,
         instead I was steadfast.

Never being eroded by others
             singular erosion.

I was more than your reflection,
                 never eroding beneath your gaze..

I was the moon
      and you the earth.

Our children the oceans,
  ebbing and flowing between us.

We are the gravity of there actions.

  Teaching that every crest
will always collect on
                grains of knowledge.

I was clipped at birth,
         never meant to fly..
Only to crawl before I walked.

Shamed to crawl on the filth
        of those below me..
never wording, only splurging nonsense.

But when I learn to crawl,
        I leant morality.
Morality was my chain clinging closely.

And I learnt I fell from nowhere,
             to a point of a momently breath.

Glad that l lived in the now,
                not the extinguished breath
of what had already faded to nothingness.

guided to the door
knocking eagerly, waiting
can I *** within

The hands of time a guillotine
on my life, counting down my
limited existence, in seconds
counting down from birth to
that second my life ends.

As it comes down ending those
moments I called my life, time
never counts up it always counts
down on everything in life.

The clock ticks away, never waiting
it continues to move on, like a
guillotine the hands come shapely
down, then a last breath as time
ends my life.

The hands of time will come down
on all, from the smallest to the
largest things in life. Live what
little time you have, before the
guillotine comes to collect, when
there is only seconds left of this life.

How do we ponder the process of
a thought, a simplistic drop,
collectively yearning to join
cognitive reflections of said evaporation.  

2gether they are stronger in there capacity
to carry the weight, that as singularly
Can not hold continuity.
But when thoughts  coalescence
into a force of nature,
it can move the unmovable.

Or as water formed in conflicting
interests. A singular cognitive word
Can conflict in reason, one can
evaporate in another’s reasoning.  
Then there is the frozen logic that
Can be cold in reasoning.
We can hold fluidic reflections
But some will always find away
To fall between the cracks

H2O is the thought that we must
Be one but have opinions that can
Change like the metaphors of water.
The same, but in diffrent stages
Of reasoning they can mean similar
Droplets of metaphysical meaning.
We are one droplet, but different
Same pool but cognitively similar