The Finer Points

Softly spoken yet perfectly clear
Vibrations wake my deafened ears
Where is the road map out of uncertainty?
How can we finish the journey?

Crawling out of bed and into my head
Trying to remember what everyone said
And it’s never quiet in my own mind
When I accept the swollen hive

Bulging with terror and bound to rust
Our Earth has mingled all its dust
And when we escape to Mars and such
I’m sure we won’t remember much

What can we do? Where can we go?
I forgot which way that river did flow.

stolen bits

Regulated by my heartbeat
The clarity is expressed infinitely
Indefinitely
And it destroys my soul to see it wane
Burned away in the night like a rogue fire
These are the things I cherish
And I will hold on to them until I fall
Quickly
Into that final place
Alone

closer still

Everything ends
And begins; again.
The kind of stuff that makes heads spin.
Gathering up the clippings from when
You had a grip on time to spend.

Vaguely remembering a past before,
Welcomed to the future’s door.
I will be present evermore,
And through the landscapes will explore
No matter what may lie in store.

And if the evening’s message breaks,
Clearly I will observe this fate
Carried out on this uncertain date.
Please expunge the reprobate
And allow life to propagate.

Although the former may sound bleak,
Therein lies a dwindling creek
Eager for a soul as meek
To fix the leak,
And find the peak.

an elegy for a bankrupt night

pressured like a hot balloon
wandering from room to room
unsure of where next to move
carefully uncovering a welcome tomb

Change & Time

I saw a signal that the end was near
It couldn’t have been any more clear
That’s when I switched to over gear
And became a victim to my own fear

Splendidly parceled in sure demise
Appreciating no open surprise
I came to find out what I despise
Lay behind my own eyes

The message that crossed me seemed to bear
A meaning of life that I could not share
Until one day a spark became a flare
Now I accept my fate with care

Shackled in a tomb of freedom
Allowed to walk across this kingdom

hamartia

Surreptitiously covered in plumes
Sweetened by transcendental fumes
Harmoniously invigorated twixt ere doom
Carefully placated in thine own room

cross-eyed

a simple 'hello' was all that was needed
a special pact where they both bleeded
a flavored apology
a divisive effigy
a healing memento for the trouble
a quick goodbye to move on the double
a glance back
a nuanced trap
a simple change
a familiar maze

a song for the invalids

and a bucket for the rest
do not invest; poor might!
salvage what sour intent you burden yourself with,
bring to the valleys ashes from the eager brethren
they will assail no more ill regrets with sorcery
a vagrant to time; ashes of mine
sprinkled down on heaven's shadow moor
the bastion of fated recourse
and behold the great cacophany!
it will arrest pious galvanizers,
bring them to the sacred pyre; for futile remembrance
implore the deepest chasm
speak hasty from the gullet; dive forth!

what else?

Mnemonics for complex sounds
A stiff brew to settle us down
Another book to lift a frown
What else could we need around this broken home of ours?

Pickled livers for sale
Leftover lizards out of jail
All our food will never grow stale
What else could we want around this shattered dream of ours?

Battered streets under working feet
A single dime for spending time
Empty bottles prove what is hollow
What else could we ask for in this life hanging by the strings?

Prescriptions and evictions
Dusty kitchens and televisions
Empty minds and wasted time
What else could we bear in this hell hole we have dug for ourselves?

What else?
What else?
What else?

taking hold

Elbows always aching
Earth beneath shaking
Children suddenly waking
It seems like time is taking hold

Breaths now freezing
Evergreens are teasing
The populous is sneezing
It seems like time is being bold

Pilgrims crossing
Emperors bossing
Wind and tide washing
It seems like time is only told

Pungent smells
Freedom bells
Talk of hells
It seems like time is taking hold