Saturday, September 25, 2010
COVERED IN CAMOUFLAGE NEVER TO BE SEEN.
AN OLD ARCHAIC UNDERGROUND WAREHOUSE STOCK PILED WITH FILE STORAGE
BOXES FILLED WITH UNWRITTEN LIFE.
CART PUSHERS LOOKING FOR THEIR BOX HIDDEN AND TUCKED AWAY IN VINES.
THE OLD GROWTH VINES DRAPE FROM THE RAFTERS CLUTCHING FERMENTED
EDGES ARE STAINED YELLOW AND MURKY BROWN FROM LEACHING
MOISTURE SUCKING DRY THE THOUGHTS.
PAGES WITHERING AND WRINKLING TO EACH OTHER MELDING INK FROM ONE PAGE
TO THE NEXT.
A SPIRALING OLD AND RUSTY IRON
STAIRCASE TRAVELING ONLY DOWNWARD
BELOW WHERE ONLY ONE BOX RESTS ALONE.
A MAN STANDS GUARD.
ROBED IN BLACK FADED FROM TIME.
HIS BEARD DARK AND KNOTTED NATURALLY INTO BRAIDS.
FORGED METAL BANDS BRAIDED CIRCLING HIS UPPER ARMS AND A BLACK
FOREST OAK STAFF STANDS PERFECTLY UPRIGHT UNTOUCHED BY HIM.
HE HOVERS JUST MILLIMETERS OFF THE DIRT AND PEBBLE COVERED GROUND
SUSPENDED BY ONLY HIS MIND AND A THICK FOG ENCOMPASSES HIM.
HIS HANDS GLOW A DARK GREEN, HIS EYES STARE BLACK.
HE HAS PRAYED FOR THIS MOMENT, DESPERATION LEFT HIM EONS AGO WAITING
FOR HIM TO ARRIVE.
ABLE TO SEE WHAT IS NOT FORESEEABLE.
TOUCH WHAT IS INTANGIBLE.
SMELL WHAT IS ODORLESS.
HE BECKONS TO COME CLOSER, TO OPEN THE BOX.
HE GLIDES TO THE SIDE EFFORTLESSLY JUST BY THE MINDS WILL THAT TOLD HIM
TO DO SO.
THE LID STRUGGLES TO LIFT OPEN AS ITS APPROACHED.
LOST LOOSE PAGES ARE SUCKED IN FROM THE VACUUM.
CART PUSHERS HOLD ON TO VINES, TO THE METAL RACKS, THE IRON STAIRCASE, TO
KEEP FROM BEING SUCKED INTO OBLIVION.
GRAPES PELTING THEM IN THEIR FACES LEAVING STAINED PURPLE SMEARS ACROSS
THEIR FACES AND CLOTHES BLINDING THEM WITH AGED POISON.
THE FLOATING MANS BLACK ROBE STARTS TO GIVE INTO THE VORTEX BUT HIS
METAL BANDS KEEP IT AFFIXED AND IN PLACE.
THE COLOR OF HIS SKIN IS SUCKED FROM HIM INTO THE BOX FIRST AS THE LID
METAL CARTS FLY DOWN AND AROUND HIM SLAMMING INTO THE BOX, WARPING
AND CRUSHING INTO THE NARROW OPENING.
PURE BLACKNESS IS THE ONLY THING VISIBLE FROM WITHIN.
SUCKING ALL LIGHT, ALL SOUND, EVERYTHING INTO THIS BOX.
THE LID STRUGGLES TO MOVE ANY FARTHER AND HIS STAFF NOW IS EVIDENT OF ITS
IT FITS JUST RIGHT INTO THE OPENING WITH ITS GLOW WIDENING THE GAP
HEARTBEATS NO LONGER EXIST
BREATHS HAVE NO PLACE
VISION IS NO MORE
DRAINED AND WEAK THE MAN THRUSTS INTO THE BOX ONE FINAL TIME AND THE
LID DISINTEGRATES AND LIGHT EXPLODES EVERYWHERE.
ELECTRONS AND NEUTRONS RETURN TO THEIR RIGHTFUL PLACE IN SPACE.
SIGHT IS RESTORED INSTANTLY ONLY TO SEE NOTHING ONCE AGAIN.
SOUND IS REINCARNATED CONCENTRATED ON A HEARTBEAT STRONG ENOUGH TO
WAKE AND THE CEILING FAN IS ONLY SET TO LOW.
BED OF WATER MADE FROM AIR RISING UP TO REALIZE ITS ONLY 6 AM.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Before vision broken, before fingers working, discovery of light was the first wonder.
Calmly awaiting my turn in line to be printed onto a new page. Such a small book yet enormous imagination.
Lands of free and chaotic miseries yet to be experienced. Wheels to turn that break flat into sneakers amongst shattered glass and hated personal holidays.
They coped and dealt with the confusion, frustrations, fears, and joys to eventually receive another page.
Hungary for knowledge and thirsty for pain that which is brought on selfishly like the best friend that doesn't speak.
Clouding judgment with acid rain pouring down on relations burning their trust down only to extinguish the flames of hurt with sorrow and guilt.
The first came and went like bees in the Fall. Bird flew South shortly there after betraying the wind and traveling with another.
I couldn't help but sting myself to wake up and see farther and beyond a wrinkle.
Realizing that in pages to come, others of the same would be printed with me.
Early on the pages got worn, torn, used beyond understanding. Fading past from a blinded future. Smells trigger old ones and new memories become blinded before they are even born.
Destruction and assembly in mechanics kept me busy until a new and exciting tool was gifted. An element to perceive thoughts onto the pages. Intrusive, rude, and loving strokes of lead formed and told ages of time.
I remember running freely through the fields that had no name with showering droplets of water that was freedom then. No cares or thoughts of hurt.
Then, without warning, all ceased to exist. Time sped up and fun became faded. Forgotten to life and pavement where lessons were learned in a most demanding and costly way.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Some would rather hide and some would rather be seen. Trees. Tree trunks hide and leaves are shown. Protecting and sheltering the trunk. The first time the leaves mature they are constantly bombarded by their environment. Its war since birth but frontlines at maturity. Only 14 rings and a trees leaves fight off many attacks but lose some as well. Learning life in the process.
The privileges were there but the choice to make prospects and trauma were the decision of stupidity.
Life is learned.
Black and Blue awards, ribbons of fear and hate were no challenge. As right as nature, random but sensible.
Understanding where to go and what it would take to get there is often misleading and uncertain. Streets never curve the same way and there is always construction. Bridges pass by, some are burnt down, and some will be rebuilt better than before. Some bridges will never coexist again. Tethered to time by hopes and dreams and not reality is what will be the downfall.
Come into play, barter. Money. Big time.
A dream of flash and sparkles faded the twinkle of innocence into a dark sinful hater. Consequently, time speeds up again and all is lost through a white storm trampled by the horse that no one can ride. A black horse coming for one of you. Causing you to stare nothingness in the face with flashes of showering water droplets turning red. Holding the one you can say you love comfortably until erased from your page can only be overturned by turning the page. Deep, rigid lines protrude for pages and chapter to come but it gets a little faded as the book goes on.
The dream of seeing them at your wedding or Childs graduation instantly becomes a memory that will never happen.
Pain and tears run far with no direction or compass. Mind travels blindly through fog searching for reason but reason is not around yet. Patience though because reason will show her face and you will kiss her lovingly. Traumatically taken from you time to time, reason will resurface with new additions and chapters of life for the book but do not erase them for memories cannot be undone. Besides, the eraser has been nervously chewed away and now the lead is a quarter gone. Time becomes precious and more valuable than ever. Serenity becomes a battle cry and sight has no place in the real world.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I spent my life building this road to find love
Foundations built, destroyed
Blasting holes in mountains for tunnels as big as the hole in my heart
Dying to live
Fighting to survive
My love I did lose again
She lays in my arms in dreams and touch
Her hair and her lips I did touch
But now its replaced with the faint smell that is to bee my pillow
I walk down my road, feet tired and worn
Dragging tumble weeds that have more life than me
Not even a photograph I can see
As such would replace the memory of thee
They carry big sticks
Grow under them
Grow from them
You are not you to them
You are a number, another dollar
Waiting to be cashed in
Deposited into their pocket
The same pocket which late night pocket pool addresses their familiar booth of love
Reaping on our pitfalls, our demise
Bury us in their old shoe box
Forever under their feet
Cleaning their dirt with our bitten tongues
They carry big sticks
Running water never to cease carving its way deeper and deeper
Cutting its way to the endless point which is my heart
Taking away bits of me slowly, taunting death daily
Snapshots fading down with the murky water flooding dreams never to be
Plowing down old growth, sweeping away landscape changing paths of chaos
Waters edge becomes cliffs edge higher and higher
Dangling roots, broken branches patiently waiting to fall never to grow again
I miss the sound of your voice and the feel of your touch
More than life itself.
I can’t help but feel lost as much
With the thought of being by myself.
Awakening in the fields of Spring in a dream with you
Takes me to a place unforeseen, a story untold
Beyond a lifetime in an instant.
I look up to the moon and wonder why
He can’t be with the sun and worry for the stars
So I dry my eyes with my sleeve
That moistens my heart, not to cry.
My words silenced by my lips tasting a dream never to waken from
To only live for your instant and my lifetime.
Friday, September 10, 2010
To wash away the decay from my heart
Needing to break out of my chest
It claws, ripping and tearing through
Needing light, sight
Insight which manifests from my minds sight
Spreading away and thin fading into darkness
Never to forget my hearts memory stored on the backs of broken dreams
Desire not which thy seeks
But to desire that which thy reaps
Heart tires of weeping, tires from pain
Heavy and sinking that which I built to keep afloat