splendid anticipation twisting sapling towards skyroots again
porous attrocities  absorb all happenstance toward equilibrium
prance in trance, dance enhance
the words are subtle still and vague
privy to thoughts portrayed by strays, mainstays frayed by microwaves
this cancer causing communication, new information trending towards midlifestations
I still see the spark, still taste the quark. yet improvisations on the fly are hindered
loquaciousness is all a hoax, jokes and folks hold this shaky oak
some still breathe for the trees
most still wish only to seize
but the smiles ring through all these trials all the whiles no reconciles
flies are gathering on this **** and still my feeling wont equit
where is the man from the sky? the one who wont shell our eyes?
was it a woman within the weaves, the stars unfolding
remolding us as lumps of clay and changing the meaning of the word geigh
sleighride with me onto the seas, now frozen by your cold wilting weeze
rhymes and verses traverse like hearses picking up where my thoughts stop short
clicking and twisting, familiar sorts sing songs of us between retorts
it all points to that familiar end, when i cower away and wont defend
the points of light in pupils stares
between this line nothing impairs
tear away the peeling, reeling and the chewey center within
its not a sin to mend the seams and come forthright
steal from my mind just one last kiss, an idle embrace you've never held, grasping
at least that's what the clouds are hissing, evaporating what ive been missing
mix it all in one big ***, stewing all the things that i am not
you label me a fool in vain, for i have danced between the rain
impossible sorts of things i've felt, callussed noses refused to've smelt
whisper all the words in pairs, double the potency of stares
climb up the rungs one by one and suddenly the songs i've sung
will bellow in through the wind and you'll wonder if there's time
to find the reason within this rhyme

When I was a child, I'd cry to my pages
as they turned with dripping ink I felt relived
behind the paralyzed smile and inner rage
my words caught fire, no one believed
Alone, maybe not- known, never.
It was easy, just as nod and wave
I could not make a gesture any better
These pages kept me, I wont cave.
The words became too heavy for the paper to hold
The bind wasnt strong enough to keep them in place
The pen became dimmer, scratchy, everyday
I found a place, a place i thought to stay
Seasons passed, my soundtrack changed
My skin got darker, my hair lighter, eyes brighter
He saw the life in them, that was.
He took them, blinded them, she felt safe
As this time has passed, i see the light shining through-
dancing out of the cracks, streaming from his cold
callussed hands, the grip tightens, as i levitate
I dont see me, i dont see my aging, it is warm and full of grace
Until then ill turn to my pages, my solitude, my savior.
My story, my wisdom and strength, can be found in the ink
My ink, dripping down the pages