patterned love responses spiraling outward from the chest in search of hearth and hemlock to soothe the brittle bones of a generation lost to time.
I remember a feeling once felt in the spacious quality of my life in its infancy.
a 'coo' to my mother--her face beaming through the unknown harshness of life yet to touch me.
father was out working, adding more and more points of stress to his life to provide for the seeds he sewed in the soil of his youthful ignorance.
adulthood snuck up on me too and now its too late to go back.
these days the only coup that will save me is the one I perpetrate against myself. the one that corrodes my beliefs and illuminates the extent of their misconceptions about the world and what it means to be me.
loyal are the lashes that lick my flesh serving the blood that drips and flows to the soil of my own wasted youth.
all I can do now is look forward to the unknown that looms ahead; terrifying and promising failure and change alike.
pray to your altars and cry to the invisible mute gods;
they will answer in kind in the laughter of children playing upon your spent life.
and so it goes-- life eats life and mother's die too.
use your voice while you have it--speak of clouds and storms that broke you, of winter and the living silence you've endured.
praise be to the broken and the weary of heart, for in the breaking is the great gift of life
and what you become after each shattering is nothing short of your endless potential.
the world is shattering, with a raven hovering. the wild creation with big strong wings, coming closure, spreading darkness, hiding everything. visibility has gone even with dilated pupil. humans trying to remember ethics and scruples. this will end soon, we chanting every prayer, the old and infant both survive and again we get fresh air.
Thoughts of you sing softly in my head Ringing in on silver horse Crashing in the room around me Bringing down my marble home Lashing at the darkness now around me Screaming in my ear the thought of you complete regression to who I am shattering my chest like breaking glass I shrink down in part of rubble Instinct to crack crash and burn Your singing torturing me with every rattle in my skull The only memory that doesn't **** Only a voice