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.



The lost lights flickered low in the arid evening.
Acidic scents of overly perfumed bosoms held bare in judgment.
Who is this moon that reveals my imperfections?
Who am I to question the wisdom of the wise men?
Flickering down to a candles breath the dim world blurs.
As we are all but in a cave wishing shadows on the wall.


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

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