On top, looking down
the world seems so small.
It found what was lost.
In front of the eye
the tears that fog
the lens peers blurry.
Too fast, for eyes to move
with waves that crash
on uneven rock.
Sprouting leers
at a forgotten past,
as dreams collide
of pillows caress,
downing noise
sitting with silence.
In awe fore sight
be sound afar.
A thimble afloat
feats by flights path.
Traught xyla terah
down left behind, yet
aswirl in chaos,
atlas the world has noise.
When why the worth
of price appear so near?

how does it feel to fall in love
when love does works
behind the scenes
amongst the crowd
along the banks of the nile west--
a serpent crawls on land.

Good day, he shouts.
to deaf ears and clouded minds
adrift, a shift, a high raise mist
to light a fall with strength,
it cools the land

a mother awaits the day.
[nuturing her inccubated eggs]

beneath the veil,
behind the bark,
beyond the horizon
streteches shadows
afraid of light

a faint glint wanders through
split contrasts of
blending bands from bellowing and chaotic boistering immaturity
of aged adolesences
too old to live
never alive to try

a tree sits alone
in open fields of endless nowhere
where dead things go to wake
as light blends prismatic hues
superimposing afterimage bounds of light curves
to obscure unipolar lineararity
painting space as time.

despair
lonliness
tired sloppy living
bottle left open,
unintended attendance
spit filled
plant water
when lost things are found.

when light cross paths with dark
a clash occurs to divide
stitching up lines cracked
up.
spliting up truth from hate
letting anger fill
burns up exits
because leaderhip conqueors life
and death is the only exit

a story written in time
passes-by to linger light a path  
through layers of problems
up flat face rivers, down rock edges streams  
upon mountain's ice cape curls form frost-bitten air
blown to existence carrying lost messages of cosmic quandries
a needless stare with stings like a bee wide open
hunting prey

when all he had to do was look inside
a wonderous world awaits the dreamer.

speakers

when im off alone
i dream of off beaten worlds
of broken promises,
of empty words,

for not a word, outlining meaning, and yet anew
[and not alive
and not/yet a 'self']

behind light is its shadow
through the dark are its friends
expression of bubbles speaks volume
from inside looking out.

As the cursed dark creeps
With subtle insidious deception,
Contorting night in haunting silence,
The wind decrepitates the sky
with a force of imbuing entropy!
Carving rivers of air currents,
Weaving paths of discontinuity,
Stretching space curve.

Rain confetti smears the night
weaving patterns that emulate the stars.
As dancing moonlit shadows
Imbue incandescent outlines,
Projecting consciousness,
In entangled controlled chaos--
A depth of enigmatic energy obscures.

Light races to trace sharp boundaries,
Stitching streams of plasma
To electrify illuminations,
Ruminating in a enchanted daze
Of irrational delusions,
Tethered by the brief existence
Off the pulsing beat of an empty life.

A man somber towards hopelessness.

All these things they created are mere CONCEPTS: money, stocks, boards of executives, laws, courts, government, enforcement authorities, and militaries. Who's to say major companies and corporations "realistically" need to follow what their board tells them.

It is merely a concept to be "terminated" by the board of executives when the majority of the company's workers don't believe statements from LIARS!

hello poetry is ******* JOKE!
bought into the greed,
bought by the MAFIA,
supporters of innocent murders
supporters of ****,
Who knew that literates are also maniacal mongrels mauled by material monopolies?
What a ******* JOKE!

Then they have the common INdecency
to ask for donations?
What a ******* JOKE!

rocks
book
paper
gaming
lonely sad water
flowing, hauling
burning rotten flesh chunks

melancholy