DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, leave it all behind>

directed by architectural mazes
whole lots of concrete phases
come find the place we're in
we swim in gazes
bathe in shadow traces
when left is sea
and mountains wherever you'd spin
shuffling streets
baffled cars
always heading somewhere?
really?
never made it to Mars?
never fogged out and parked out there
beating the wheel
and walking the streets
for driving on grid sheets
covered by the tallest coat
stumbling the west coast
still so naked and bare
the edges of land
you've known by heart like a palm of hand
they never seemed to care
they were always there
you'll be gone
descending the stairs
they'll remain hung
hung and they swear
but a tear fell, it fell and teared
right from my fears it dwelled
the wind swelling at my hair
between chaos and crystal clear
stay or leave?
in its shadow I scream
died, dead
just by the emptiness of a walk
by how the streets were sheer
it was a dabbling feel in mere
the end was here
and the end was near
dead eyes we bleed
dead eyes we share

                                                          ­                                  ------ravenfeels

Pessoa sat on a bench
ready for the rain's stench
hands in his pocket
an empty, empty wallet

time is shredding senses
the mysterious coat avenges
last from a group of friends
wounded and the fog doesn't mend

Pessoa sat on a bench
taking the rain's stench
his jaw to the clench
busy streets cobble French

black hat with a tight ridge
where all curious minds hid
door slams, droplets dance
it's a trance

Pessoa sat on a bench
defend yourself, defend
passersby still know, no tend
a pity look, a petty spell
want to buy?
would he sell?

smiles wasted wry
tickled waists to the clutched hand-holding lie
not to him, he's to die
shadow pointless, out of time

Pessoa sits, demeanor stands
umbrella steady by left hand
a soaked problem with no name
down the cliff behind him, letters rain

                                                           ­                                ------ravenfeels