Don’t

Don’t undermine the thoughtful
Don’t dissipate their souls
Don’t further ruination
Tight noosed upon the boughs

Don’t push them towards and ending
Don’t let beginnings stutter
Don’t Worry them with wisdoms
Tight noosed in breezes flutter

Don’t toss them to the fires
Don’t hail them with cheers
Don’t turn an eye in blinding
Tight noosed, full swinging fears

Don’t let them have a moment
Don’t have them save the world
Don’t fill their minds with dreams
Tight noosed they’re fast unfurled

Don’t stop them now from speaking
Don’t fasten tight hard chains
Don’t falter them in missions
Tight noosed, our voices lamed

Endless Resistance

floating moments of unseen clarity
in which my mind falls shallow
deems unworthy the thoughts I’ve lived for
embracing rather those for which I died

Negative Space

In negative spaces the truest form of existence lies.
All things that are
eventually are not.
All things that begin
inevitably must end.
In this, leaving only absence and emptiness
on a universal scale.
This vastness however lonely,
from a particularly human experience
is in and of itself
both horrifying
and awe inspiring
in the same moment
realizing that one is nothing
From nothing
but holds within that nothingness potential
it’s potential that those negative spaces contain
and a blaring flash of existance occurs from that.
All the stars and worlds and dimensions
that are or ever will be
are blasted into an unyielding form
that holds strong upon each fleeting second
with talons sharp at first
but dulling
slowly dulling
to the withered, weakened claws
grasping for its place in time
the cycle repeats
existence                     non-existence
existence                     non-existence
existence                     non-existence
but the constant is the lack
and the potential
that which all humankind and its works fall under
we are from nothing
yet within us
everything is possible

Lost am I

Thanks to Culture Push for the photograph.

lost I am in vast pools of emerald steel
that glistens, blisters with petals of intensity
blazing through the night skies essence
at me

lost I am within the comprehending darkness
of centers center
where all is found and all forgiven
where salty oceans ebb and flow in short years
and beam in long

lost am I

lost am I

Running Out

Thanks to Advanced Photoshop for the photograph.

you can’t outrun your past
it hangs in the corners
until sharp winds huddle you
old dusts tremble free
revealing shadows that never left
raising voices not heard for centuries
with words preferred forgotten
its like trying to escape the long greying lines
of splintery time
by standing still
and wishing

Debilitation

Thanks to Tweedland the Gentlemen’s Club for the photograph.

I have a hearth of frozen memories
imprints of my imperfect world
unmoving shadows impersonating me
in my collection lies all my experience
beside it
all that was not
in this old age many nights sit I by the flame-less cavern
in solitude
comparing the two in skewed calculations
seeing my life in a world under muddy waters
surrounded by islands of if
I dare not light the fires to warm me
for the fear of drowning in my past

Reflections

Thanks to Wikimedia for the photograph.

In silence I breathe deep epocs of time
drenched in an untainted ill-fit world
slipping from my brow as a young child in their fathers boot
dirty romps ‘neath stars
with stars bright in my eyes as I stagger
back searching,
failing to find words that do justice to the depth
each twinkling a wink from a mistress
a come now from the siren
succubi tempting the gods who created them to their well warranted deaths
leaving behind footprints
from which rain fills lakes and oceans
for the skies to view itself as Narcissus would