Black-painted phantoms
Frightened of lanterns
Shaped shapelessly
Adventure aimlessly
Opaqueness overpowers
Transparency disempowers
Mouth of the night
Consumes them downright...
sometimes
misconstrued
in a fluorescent grove
where malachite petals
marry emerald blades
verbose biting chews
too close to the cheek
among a confetti of bees
amid undulating bumps
of raw superfluous air
interdimensional entities
of spectral occurrence
wave with graphic-less suave
to gurgles, to coos, to hehs
seek noodle communication
to a bouncing mistaken few
using the eyebrow medium
of coincidence
a babbling infrasonic tool
of curious happening
sometimes
misunderstood
exhume, with heed
supressed benevolence
they fly shapelessly
in quartered skies
aloof in mocking flight
frilly, frothy entities
divebombing ghettos
exacting urban sprawl
chance upon neonates
and families out picnicking
feeding babies whose
knowing smiles to air
see, or do they?
– beware
Aeriforms
My brain is scrambled eggs,
the chaos that occurs within,
slams shells against invisible walls.
I live with sickness,
raging seizures of emotion,
pulling me between a place of darkness,
and the present.
I dance shapelessly in between.
Empty puppet,
strings half torn down,
numbed.
O Father Of Mercy
Wash out this grief you shower
Over me and the land,
Ring out the spirit
And Saturday our love's weeks
Like light through locked twigs,
Beyond the puddled boy
Crying in vain for solace
Sung all about him
With worried weather,
Arise in your emptiness
Head-high like the sun.
Stars are for darkness.
May each night blanket blessings
Down Heart's corridor
And the floors of joy
Shift shapelessly through lives
Like mud on apples
In a woven dreamland,
Floating as God's single thought,
Making rich your harmony
As the cross flies off
And the Bible loads squirt guns
And "grace" replaces "debt"
Replaces tongue and
Speech in swirling compassion
Viewed from your own chair
You made from pictures
And lightbulbs and fake noses
And dusty open cheer
Up! The baby smiles
Your world of grief has shattered.
Light has pierced the dark.
Wandering and alone
I walk down this path
the thorns scrape at my shins
and catch in my skin
while dusk haunts the skys
no moon or sun sitting up high
the trees loom over my head
casting shadows of the dead
quiet flutters of wings
as an owl coos at me
my bare feet stay clean
walking the paths known to me
once covered in grass
now a worn dirt path
beneath the barely rose moon
a white dress glows
sliding shapelessly over my form
as i drift away from the doorms
into the wild woods
where it is just i, no other kids
a white lilly crown on my head
like a hippy they said
hair hangs low
glowing less red, more gold
straight as a pin
without the rain
nails pure
no color, they're bare instead
silver shines touching my light eyes
as i walk my pilgrimage
walking out of sight
near the mid of night
to hunters i might be
a nymph or fairy
walking through they see
a sign saying tonight do not kill thee
thy lord commands
as i am christened by his hands
i walk through all thats left of his lands
the path that i made
in the woods
i am brave
knowing
that as i am
the lord will protect me
for it is as he commands
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