Tantrum

Thanks to averiecooks for the photograph.

Sharp words from small tongues,
cut quick their own threads.
Dangling the immediate future-
peril perpetual
at the hands of fate.
Self destruction by a cookie.

Webs of lies

Thanks to donkom for the photograph.

Forgotten memories
in faded homes.
Disregarded by descendants.
Webs of lies past
aging stories;
aging fast.

Bogeymen

Thanks to Digitalcosmonaut for the photograph.

O’ unknown shadows held
in spoken silence,
more lengthy than absence are you.
Endowed in willing subterfuge
and growing in lost cause
cheers echo emptiness at your arrival.
And hopes – enveloped in a death shroud,
set aflame
and forgiven of their childish ways.

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

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

Debilitation

Thanks to Niki Feijen 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 epochs 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

Tubs

long hair spread wide
as though falling in slow spaces
small waves crash repeatedly on my mind
warmth envelopes cold
as eyes glistening stare at a white sky
drowning in soft memories

Directionless

Thanks to Rory Running for the photograph.

directionless in motion
I wander on perpetually
freeing thoughts transient
moving aimlessly tangled
to an idea of emotion