flaming feathers rise
cinders among ash descends
below roots take hold

leaves yellow then brown
termination dust soon falls
flying vees point south

lions feed
to the cheering crowds
hunted still

If you've ever eaten it
then had it stripped away
you'd spend eternity
trying to taste it again

main street USA
littered with cash now pawn shops
full of diamond rings

behind window drapes
drawn tight from peering moon light
we make shadows dance

below her melting blue face
I stood barefoot in her milky cold runoff
her essence clouded my frozen feet
yet I felt her nourishment collect
as heavy her minerals do lay
properly exfoliated
I eagerly absorbed her gifts
extracted over millennium
now coursing through my blood
shared
I left crying as if she were my mother
I feel something kindred now
invigorated too

mystic lights shift
shades snow green with indigo
arctic neon nights

I am sick of lies
whatever evil decides
I will not comply

mystery echoes
reflections off mind filled halls
what happened to us

dreams waved their goodbyes
decayed feathers fluttered down
freedom said later

floating endless seas
swimming through swirling currents
your moon pulling me

runes marking travels
sagas of fantastic tales
artistic Vikings
never just mindless raiders
world travelers and traders

porcelain her shell
atop fiery strands fall
burning ever bright
scalding any souls approach
leaving scars forever marred

sunrise
quiet rising tides
peace inside

even perfect walls
before they finally fall
seem splendid to all

golden youth stolen
pirating our precious souls
true evil exists

pruning dead branches
gives older roots longer lives
preserving one’s self

temple of tempest
stiring the disillusioned
to hating themselves

we met on love street
just as that song said we would
we stroll there nightly

their silent presence
faintest breezes passing by
sprinting up the stairs

avatars
inside a matrix
be Neo

barely whispers heard
screaming hurricane forces
swiftly tempests change

where do you come from
to remember who you are
do you even care
as history is erased
and it too slowly replaced

smoking cigarettes
walking home from detention
jumping in puddles
no rush ever getting home
miss smith already called mom

frozen earth
hardened ice landing
bruised ego

wishing time
away it will go
forever

farewell sun
goodby January twenty twenty one

rusty hulled
barnacle crusted
floating still

the world is a stage
actors play reality
evil directors

blizzard conditions
below zero visibility
with one engine out

Beyond this pale blue sky
My thoughts drift through the endless ether
a universe of total consciousness