He climbed aboard that dieseling train,
on a fast track clickety clack,
to nowhere as a matter of fact.
“Ain’t hooked, I’m cool” was his refrain.
“Quit any time , I don’t need that fix,
I ain’t one of those loser pricks.
Don’t worry, got it all together,
I’m feeling light as a feather.
He only experimented with substance,
with the maker of the same,
until it became sustenance,
while aboard that train.
He climbed aboard that dieseling train,
on a fast track clickety clack,
to nowhere as a matter of fact.
“Ain’t hooked, I’m cool”, was his refrain.
He was cool. He wasn’t any fool.
It was entertainment, only a game,
Never on the job that was the rule,
He was the conductor on his train.
It chugged and roared, screaming, screeching through his veins,
Until…. it’s sudden abstinence riddled his addled brain,
And revealed his total dependence,
…Qua the substance train.
“Quit any time, I don’t need that fix,
I ain’t one of those loser pricks,
Don’t worry got it all together,
I’m feeling light as a feather.”
Webster:
Qua - in the capacity or character of: in so far as: as.
Asymmetry
Strive to be
What is held as clear as perfection
Freshly polished glass
I’ll have to pass
Away
Before the day
That time abides
With the tides
Making me feel small
Backed into the wall
Wondering where from here?
Where we have yet to venture
Into the crisp light of tomorrow
And the brisk chill of the past
It all seems so rash
That we
Should be
Dancing in the hills with the sheep
Cuddling under the vines to weep
A likeness of you I see in a cloud
I feel under compensated
From time itself
Feel the wealth in itself
What riches does the sun hold?
Which colors of the light show bold?
Break the mold
Of desire
Fuel the fire
Charring the lungs
Of the onlookers.
I listened to a ghost
That spoke solemnity
And suffering
It spoke of time and place
Energy and matter
Fascinating
Drew lines and boundaries
Confined personal space
This buffering
Invented sacrifice
Symbols of penitence
Humanity
(It said something else
But it was only a whisper
Something about terror
Something about guilt
Something about punishment
Something about panic
I kept listening
As it finished speaking
I noticed it failed to mention
That there's a light that shines behind it
I dared to ask it why
It was most unhappy with my question
Tried to obscure the light
Became more opaque
And dense)
Between the ghost and me
It's frightened I may see
This light that shines
May well define
My true reality
Because I value most
That I can finally boast
That true to Word
This light observed
That I am not a ghost
I just am
Darkness envelopes me,
Folds in all around,
How beautiful is the blood that spills,
Again, and again,
And again.
I wish I could crawl back,
Into that corner of mine,
And feast upon the white light of others,
For my light is only grey,
I’m falling,
Falling, falling,
But I still don’t hit the ground.
Hear my scream,
As droplets of salt roll down my cheeks,
I crawl fiercely out of my corner,
That corner which always gave me comfort,
Risking everything,
So that when I fall again,
I will fall up,
Fall up into the light.