A Ripple Effect

The past took a visit, was brought on like a wave.

Everything gone and lost at sea - gathered at shore.

But water moves constantly,
What you can't fish, someone else will capture. 

The Time Align

It was a message that lay in my lap.
You held me and whispered apologies,
Words I longed to hear after wasted time.

The process of mixed feelings,
Like digesting sheet metal.

Impossible and homicidal.

I did't pull your clinging force away from me,
I stayed and held a burned out fire.
Our forces were rekindled magnets from the past.

A night lived under stars and crowded patio gathering.
Your kiss was as close as a second, in my resistance.

Nostalgia and closure thanked the moment.
My brain fading off raging lust and peace of sorrow.

The cobblestone lead me home,

Alone.

Watergun

A gun made of crystal
Convinced to be tossed across the floor.

Everything that once whispered,
Has grown louder than before.

A shot of a bullet, sanity stolen.
Organs delivered, life line swollen.

It's only a matter of time
Before the ice begins to melt.

A willingness to climb,
Escape from the seat belt.

Draining out the poison,
You know that lungs decay.

The crystal is left to be shattered,
Pull the trigger, pick the bouquet. 

The Air Is Clean

I never knew you could touch grace,
Feel, hold and understand her.

The way you have spoken to the Universe,
The way you let the wind tangle your hair,
While listening to nature's speech.

Do you find grace or do you choose it?

I've lost my yearning appetite
I lost my urge to finish a fight.

Starvation mode - an addiction to feel.

Once you fall off the branch of that tree,
I can't assure you'll land among another.

Take grace, and grab hold of these strings.
Everything fragile, may tear apart.

But here, with her. You'll just float away.

Mapless

An aching took to my throat,
Rummaging through a bag - searching
As if there is no bottom to a case.

Traffic irritating, forming internal bleeding
Pull over to watch the sky,
Vehicles to pollute, drive by through silent cries.

Just a bystander intolerant to an ignorant world.

Patience, cracked and exploding.

From end to end, the road is lost.
Phone call to phone call, there is no connection.

Where are the wires that knit?
There is nowhere for an inhale to fit.
Electromagnetic radiation forced upon my skin,
I don't know what they want inside- steal my sin.


Is it grey above for the sun has turned it's back on below?

Rain ready to fall, time can't wait for you to let go.

Evanescent Atmosphere

Gathered in the wind that sways.
The silence of the cosmos carries me
Like rushing tidal waves.

Every dream seemingly lucid.
Every waken moment seemingly surreal.

Every cell is holding on to every broken piece,
The pieces need to be thrown into the ocean.
Find their ways back to each other.
Create wholes, and duplicates of fibre.

Strength hammers louder than the sobbing of tears.
You could see it blinding from a mile away.

You would follow light, and avoid dark.
But mentally opposite than physical direction.

I don't know who speaks for you,
Tired, worn and lost in depravity..
Lack of attention, you cling to like gravity.

Each bone in your body screaming your own name,
But you don't listen to what they ask.

Your quivering has taught me of the cold that shakes you.
Where is the shield you once used to attend to?

Becoming invisible from all of the steps it takes to crush,
Everything to power down electricity within a rush.

Phalaenopsis

Plant a golden seed,

And the universe will find it, shape it.

It will glow and liquify and taste as sweet as honey.

Attraction beating at it's centre, roots begin to form.

Watching from your window, you'll see sprouts of love 

Tearing up the ground.

Breaking through the surface.

And your conservation will pull such life toward the sky.

Plant a golden seed, and check the label:

This will give you all you need.

Love extracting, like water being lifted from a well.

Anger burned away, in a fire that killed the hell.

Ancient Loneliness

Everything you take is like a photograph.

Now I have nothing left.

No more angles, no more stories, no more positions or movement.

I am solid. A staue gone unidolized in a crowd at a museum.

They forgot what I am made of,

They forgot my name.

Everything captured, has not been emptied. 

A build up of raging cells in a volcano stir and erupt in my brain.

And when I dream, I can't wake up.

I have to face the monsters I've been shielding all day long.

Kitchen Debator

You think I have the answers.
But all I know are questions.

Questions give me circles,
Answers give me more questions.

Division only multiples endlessly.

Your reassuring has even become a blur,
I don't live in the room i'm in.
I live in the voices in my head.

They are more alive than you.
Like magnets, clinging straight through.

To the root of my skull there are worms, and they eat.

The Breathing Space

I awaited to take off in the rocket I built,
The moment I hit the release button
It broke down.

Dreams of ascending to the sky
I will find a way to fly.

Out of red moon poisoned light,
The only security is dark, bitter night.

Where people talk in sleep,
Their voices escape to stars.

Shallow becoming deep,
The only movement from destructive cars.

All repressive desires release in subconscious haze,
Everything expires in rotted extended days.

And patience has lost it's value, all that is left is rage.
Anger brought to brew, dagger to rib cage.

And all the black has taken my vision.
And all the songs have caused indecision.

Each and every rocket to sit in a solid place,
Only waiting for the launch, to reach into outer space.

Lucid Under Sunlight

The yellow outside casts shadows,
Each step I take sounds a beat.

I aim to be a plane silently swarming this Earth.

Fate has only given me one shovel,
I'll dig on my own until I begin to descend.
A simple symphony to leave my fossil within the land.

A sweep across the bend, and nothing feels more secure
Than the grip of the wind.

I have tossed the key to the home I have come from.
Empty handed, I walk. I kneel. I seek.

Surpassing the limits of reality,
Like blockages in clotted arteries.

Nature leaves me with new eyes, every time.
I smile and thank the trees for sending shivers down my spine.

The Pennies We Wished Upon

The mountains were waiting,
When their water had evaporated.

Like a silk twister entering the skies.

Invisible and harmless particles whither and combine.

Condensation, candlelight.
Nature lives the cycle we fight.

Circular motions to continue a breathing Earth.
Suffocating fumes of innocence lost long ago..

Beneath the soil, among the trees,
The absolute panoramic liberties.

Dream on violent winds.
Run on paper ground.

Rain runs the crevasses of the mountains that were told,
To end in a fountain of providence where wishes sold.

Declining Freedom

Scorned in your stare.
Betrayed the home that held you.

Abandoned the love that made you.
Stole the people that let you.

One single quiet rose left blooming in fields array.
But the wind cannot move when there is nothing here to push it.

Thorns waiting to pierce through intricate fingertips that refuse to touch.
And each and every petal will melt it's red pigmentation
Into a puddle amongst the ground below it's fall.

Without the air, no voices will be carried.
Without a drip of love, hearts begin to grow weary.

Landscapes have collapsed like a painting of colours bleeding into one.

A lonely rose left uprooted in the earth continuing to hold it's roots.
It is possible to let go of everything, but the stem of pain expanding your fracture.

...

Yet time will leave you behind,
The way you deserted life treating you kind.
Like tripping over shoes left untied.
Impossible to heal what you cannot rewind.

Everything meant permanent in your life, has been chosen to be tossed out a window.
You cannot replace or retrieve what was given but gone unrecognized.

You will only realize this when your eyes reclaim they're potential
Of waking and blinking after a solid sleep.
Of focusing in on blurred vision.

And all you'll see is an empty room.
Not even the walls have been painted.

Creation is our artistry.
Destruction is your backfired weapon.

You can't go back to the house you left.
You can't take back the past that is gone.
You can't live without traveling the road ahead.

Each step you take is backwards,
Bad luck is not your curse.

Hands held out to save you,
Each time, you chose 'Reverse.'

In Love With Fog

We stood at the coast for the absence of time,
Fog seeping through our senseless bones.

The sun had left the sky hours ago.
How long until nights past?

Without a clock to tell the time we gather on damp ground,
The remains of wave crashing continue to exist on docked wood.

And that is all I hear under a blanket of clouded smoke.
And all I feel is the emptiness in this retire.

That - and well, your presence so distant,
It's almost as if you've transformed into the fog hanging in the air.

I can't feel you there.
My gaze is lost as I sink within despair.

Astonishment glaring at your secret ability.
And I'll pretend i'm unaware that it is you.

But then I promised you I wouldn't say a word to a soul.
As long as you turn me into you, too.

The World Whisperer

The thunder in my head pulsing,
But my eyes have not begun to rain.

Accepting will lend you freedom,
Evacuate the pain.

Silence is the cue to thinking.
Drowning in the dark.

But every time one holds my hand,
They tend to leave a mark.

Lead me to an infinite ladder,
Bring me to the sky.

I have inhaled a dream to explore the world entire.
And I long to say goodbye.

Through The Path

You dropped me at the end of your rope,
I no longer know how to climb.

Landed among a broken comet, a dying garden.
The threads will break me down,
No one to sew them together.

Life and it's wind constantly exhaling,
Nature forgets to take a breath in.

Thrown out, rained out, washed up.
And we come here just to leave,
With wears of pain conceived.

Teach me to fly,
To stop me from falls.

White clouds blinding me,
No sleep decaying me.

I wonder if everything we wonder, could be real.
Love left us all a long time ago,
I'm not sure it can be found.

Leashes to be established.
Become my own security,
My own brace.

Attempting existence underground,
I can no longer dream against planets out of reach.

The dark can absorb my remains,
Break down, decompose.

Permanent footsteps imprinted on pavement,
Living above my caved, sacred basement.

This is my leave from you, world.


Sincerely,
Resisting your arrest.

Sobbing Under Covers

Taken away my oxygen tank,
Rainy day, this body sank.

And I just need an anchor - something to hold me still.
Poisoning myself with things making me ill.

And I can't swallow whole,
And I cant beat this soul.

More than you have taken,
Undone, hands shaken.

To let go, to love, i'll have to find a way,
Suppressed thoughts and words just tend to eat away.

Someone to love me - that is the single wish I made.
Everything is always rebounded, there is no cure, no heart aid.

Reaping Cottoned Dreams

For the shot, for the kiss.
Perfection drowned in running this.

A clinic of ventricles beating through your heart,
Disrupted the silence, at a loss to find the start.

Backed up a fight,
Ignored choosing the right.

And the thoughts whisper at you,
Yelling at you in dreams.

Bursting inside,
Swelling seams, providing streams.

And all your skins been graded, fire burning pain away.
Ashes to ashes, we become.
Together - we're all. But lonely is the sum.

Of it all, in it all. Emotions cutting knots on chastised rope.
Jump from the top while your fears chase you to the ground,
Knowing it's the last chance, eyes closed. Death bound.

Damaged Goods

Caught in the past, a web of reminiscence.
Holding it's loss in your heart.
Gone for long and you are still,
Powerlessly clinging to thoughts that make you ill.

And all this hurt makes a breeze magnify,
Feelings erupting, lava ready to cry...

Your mistakes have been replaced,
Liquor wasted, a child for the disgrace.

You forgot to send love to the witness,
Still looking back and missing present bliss.

Give him back what you took away,
His souls a broken disarray. 

Over Ended

How long can a room spin for,

The walls are losing ground.

Upside down and playing pretend.

Fun to gather with no love reaching ends.

Slate was the colour the sky turned,

And it's lonely on a road leading to no destination. 

I have exited the vehicle,
A tank of gasoline left
To swallow a single match.

Fumes will be the last light I see of you.