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Abandonment

Embraces shatter leaving timeless stories

Wrapped in butterfly nets, tied with velvet ribbons

Tangled cob webs and ghost blankets

Restless feelings and Kodak moments

 

Wasting into forever

Alone, rotting in the pantry

Forgotten happiness buried by sorrows

Telling tomorrow yesterday’s lies

 

A hollow soul searching for absent pieces

Going nowhere, tires spinning in mud

Falling from grace

Finding no one to catch you

 

Reaching out clutching entirely on air

Clouds of fog slide between fingertips

Walking through mist, traveling over quicksand

Trying to find light during a Midnight Sun

 

A solitary fragment in a sea of glass

Hearing the sound of silence for the first time

The empty feeling unarrival brings

Knowing abandonment.

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Letting Go

I thought of a thousand words,
None came out.
Like burnt rubber,
Dry as charred toast
I chocked on letters,
As if nails lined my throat.

I swallowed my brokenness.
My neck bent, heavy from the crown.
I would walk away with nothing,
My loses came with the bet.
Decisions filled with consequences.
Angel wings dipped in tar.

A land filled with no mercy
Only the Strong survive.
Borrowing time, on make believe promises
Digging shallow graves,
Full of tear stained loved
Vultures stay circling low.

Once there was love
Now a hollow soul.
Dust settles over all things
Letting wounds heal.
The only thing now is letting go...
So I cling tightly, while I cry myself to sleep.

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Stagnant

I think I’ll sit and wait for it to rain.
I doubt much will come of it.
A few dark clouds, some thunder maybe?
A lake cares little, about a few drops.
The gods care little for the insignificant.
Yet we foolishly think lives matter.
Who needs water, when clouds cry?
An hollow vessel?
A desert mirage?

A soul is empty when the spirit dies.
Homeless creatures seek solace, inside a carvern of wants.
Grasping onto nothing makes loosing seems easy.
Dried blood, on bended knee.
Falling down only breaks bones.
Strength is what defines the weak.
Why get up, if crawling works just fine?
To search for hope?
A desire to stand on feet?

To break the heart, one must break the mind.
Foolishly forgetting locks have keys.
Trampeling through doorways, we stumble over needs.
Always searching for tomorrow, incandescent dreams.
Slowly wasting time, chasing Idiolic things.
Captured inside a web, spun from disbelief.
Why leave the cage, when abilities have gone extinct?
An chance for survival?
A need to be complete?

When reality shatters, it melts like broken glass.
Incessant memories form illusions, casting today into the past.
While seeing false perceptions, time drips into the cracks.
Endlessly going nowhere, strapping burdens on our back.
Like sand looped in an hourglass, always feeling trapped.
A mermaid washed on shore, wrapped in fishing nets.
Why chase shadows, knowing only you are left?
Looking forward to tomorrow?
Leaving no regrets?

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Silence

I waited for words that never arrived.
I tried.
I cried about it.
Only darkness came.


Never a happy thought.
No tulips bloomed here.
No gardens of song and dance.
No aether.


Angels wept by my side with broken wings.
The ivy tightened around the Iron.
I tore at my heart.
Blossoms crumbled out.


Like a cold fist.
My gut twisted in pain.
I only knew walls.
Concrete was solid.


The water flowed through icy and dry.
The wind washed away joy.
Dust layered my tongue.
Nothing was left.


My pen clawed paper.
Turpentine flowed out.
Like murky swamp water,
Breathing drowned me.


Following no rhythm, no path, no care,
The scraping sound was familiar.
Haunting melodies gave life to words,
That never arrived.


4/14/2018

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Shipwrecked

Right then it shattered.
Like splintered glass
Veins cracked open.
Heartache leaked out.

Nothing is right,
In those moments of sadness.
Earthquakes are startling
All stability is questioned.

Running seemed like an option.
Pain stealing Time from Distress.
Seeing no way out,
Drowning entirely on air.

Gasping did not help
Tears would not stop the ache.
Torture became me,
Like a blushing bride, I wept.

For the sorrows,
Years of rips between us.
Piles of blanketed fears
Always sweeping under rugs.

Time is all you have, they say.
Always underestimating quicksand.
Treasure chest locked up tight.
Rapids of distress wrecking havoc.

A ship wrecked, plundered,
Splayed upon a casket shore.
It's guts laid out for all to see,
Longing to be buried.


4/14/18

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La Lune

New Moon
New Moon
Come out and rescue me!
Please save my soul from its own atrocities. 
Show your hidden face.
Shine upon the Deep,
Waters of my heart
So it won't fail to beat.
Wrap me up tightly
Let Darkness be my keep.
Burying my troubles,
Far away from me.
Please don't tell my secrets
Till I'm buried in the grave,
....That I think no one will love me,
     Except the Moon's saving grace.

Full Moon
Full Moon
Is that your face I see?
Have you come to spread light,
Upon the dark blue Sea?
Hold me in your glow
So I don't feel the need
To hide in a hole
From all that tortures me.
Save me from myself,
Let true love come to me.
You'll forever be the one
Where I seek eternal peace.
Alway looking upward,
...While I fall to my knees.
   Hoping your grace has not abandon me.

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Unwanted

I can’t.
I don’t know how
I’m afraid you won’t like the taste
I am no longer your heart.

Now I am your angry voice
Now I am everything you hate
I am your attachments
I am your memories.

A whisper in your ear
A forgotten dream
I am your resentments
Now I am your bad day.

I’m everything you tasted twice
I am everything you forgot about once
I am tired of licking old wounds
I’m tired of remembering the details.

I’ve become old habits
Now I’m just a roach in the ashtray
I am the leftovers warmed to many times 
I am the unwanted.

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Fractures

Time is just fractures in space
That loops
Around the bend of eternity,
Holding the world in a tight grip of
Structure, that takes away the natural
Order... So we stay in the grind of
Imaginary confinements,
Dragging chains, fueling the bondage
Of generations that have lost their way
Feeding the belly of the beast
Till it's all consuming...
So time steals souls and feeds the
Deception that keeps us
Blind and deaf to the present moment.

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Full Moon Thoughts

Front porch steps and cigarettes
Tripping on a full moon
The exstacy felt nostalgic
Feeling lost
Binging on bad habits
My skin felt torn between worlds
So many questions feeling unanswered
Things we never want to talk about
Taste like butter on my tounge
I lost so much weight
Feeling hollow and unsatisfied
I licked up crumbs to feed the beast
In moments I destroyed myself
I wanted to scream
Punching glass seemed like a good idea
Fractions of memories ran through my
head 
Bitterness felt gritty on my teeth
I wanted to pour salt in the bath water
Choking on lies
Grasping on illusions
Suddenly realizing Rome is burning