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.