Left alone to wander
Down the black stone road
Gushing, splintered, homebound
Spinning from the fall

Tightened, tinkered, totaled
Forced to reconcile
Is a call to arms in order,
Or is this just a trial?

Patched by panes of forgiveness
Light seeps through the blinds
The hurt is not well hidden
It’s just a matter of time.

Swelling, steaming, simmer
It flows over the brim
Caught by common courtesies
Stifled by general decency

Animalistic glances
Looks of sheer desire
Civilization is not well organized

Let’s set the ******* on fire.

Stunted trust
Budding interest
Careless clues, taunting…

Sullen looks
Second glances
Fiery touch, trailing…    

Coded.
Scripted.

The tangled ties of treason

Grown askew
Patched a few
Pricked by thistles
Thick in vine
Crawling out to see the light
Shivers at the break of night
Torn and hassled

Burnt, burnt

Wick is silent,
Witness none.
Crying out,
The deed is done.

Cold and conscious, lying still
Breathe in, breathe in.
Wisps that link the frozen ****
Deep and snowy candid gazes
Bursting flames,
Revealed in traces.
Chilled, chalk cold white touch
Remnants of  the old one's gruff.

Tilts, stumbles, crashes down
Empty promise, no heart found
Anger welling, seeping out
Softly trickling stream of doubt
Quickly down the steps it winds
Into the attics of our minds
Parking ideas, camping out
Filling spaces, end of route
Don’t forget to pay the toll
Pay it fast, pay in whole.

Moments stalled, in lull.
Touches linger, embrace.
Pause, frozen glance of urge.
Silent push, play.

Torrents of rushing crowds,
Blankets of noiseless sound
Hidden under the lush, lush breeze,
Riding the scent of fallen trees

Swarming round all of panic
Drowning out all of the pain
Hoping for recognition,
Knowing someone knows your name.

Sinking in cracks of the famous
Living in dust of the bold
Shadowing lights of the lime
Learning it’s never your time.

Etching your name in the skyline
Reaching but falling so short
Walking when you should be crawling
The ball never lands in your court.

Trying to follow the river
Straining to the see the bright star
Always living up, up in the coulds
But hidden under the cold cut shoulds

Why do I
Constantly try to control this,
Hurt myself by looking
I am obsessed.
I don’t want you to tie me down any longer.
I don’t want your voice, your promises, your love,
All whispered in my ear before I go to sleep.
I know it’s not true, at least not anymore.
I’m kidding myself.
Smoke and mirrors.