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On the Other Side of the Trees

Just settling in
quiet calm of the horizon.
Now it’s dark.

Eyes closing never to open again.
Now it’s dark.

Along the edge of the river she stands staring at a point far away across the water. Despite the stillness there is much movement between them; the water carries on, the soul stirs. The wind wanders amidst the turmoil and stalls against the rocks. Beneath the current a big fish is terrified of being caught, but it inside it wants to die.

That in itself is okay we are told
this life is a strange and brutal beast
raging against the thought of growing old
yet wanting some control of its end.

In the trees she sees
movement amongst the shadows
drawing her in.

Her thoughts may travel beyond the threshold
enveloped in that void to the east
that strange space she had failed to comprehend
where light descends and becomes deceased

Now it’s dark.

Laika

Space was first conquered by a dog
as a child conquers an anthill
her story but an epilogue.

A tool of political will
found stray on the streets of Moscow
as a child conquers an anthill

In order to fulfill their vow
less courage, more indifference
found stray on the streets of Moscow

Hubris their deliverance
they calculated for her death
less courage, more indifference

Assuming she would run out of breath
such progress built on that one crime
they calculated for her death

Her martyrdom transcends her time
space was first conquered by a dog
such progress built on that one crime
her story but an epilogue.

The Cost of Freedom

The broken skyline
bright spires lit red with disaster
empty shells fan the flames faster
when fire and poverty entwine
the wind too will become aligned
chaotic like a child’s laughter
the broken skyline
bright spires lit red with disaster

Democracy demonstrated
and remotely detonated

To the world they have consigned
these streets filled with blood and plaster
tiled with bones of alabaster
a bit of truth in the maligned;
the broken skyline.

Without Justice Odysseus is Abandoned

[Axioms drown the truth
we annexed the world
before we adopted reason
Reason we left abandoned]

[Orphaned from brutal parentage
another Odysseus sold away
and forgotten once convenient
Achilles left raging onward]

[Journey’s end approaches soon;
know justice lives on
our death just confirms
we have no jurisdiction]

[Where is the future?
the world moves on
ever forward without us.
Relieved, the world weeps]

Phoenix

Let’s bring fire to this thing and set it free
burn these cages down to the ground
All those lives we’ve left abandoned and bound
those blind folded eyes that we demand, “see!”

no longer can we resign to let them be
raise your hands, your voice, raze the town!
Let’s bring fire to this thing and set it free
burn these cages down to the ground

Embrace your anger in apogee
bury the world in righteous sound
bring an ocean of will to find your opposition drowned
We have left but one philosophy;
Let’s bring fire to this thing and set it free.

Guilt

Abolish this burden inside
the corpse of the future excised
an unavoidable demise
seeded in me to now reside

Sounds of writhing are amplified
as the roots force the flesh incised
“Abolish this burden inside
the corpse of the future excised”

There is still warmth I must confide
as if one could make heat from lies
this life found to be death disguised
it remains here though I have died,
abolish this burden inside.

You Must be So Aged to Ride this Ride

Youth was such a storm of progress
shards of life in broken houses
compiled sweetly to impress

Older but still young at heart
I made knives from shattered glass
cut myself from cloth with class

Only time lapse could capture younger days
the ones now burn slow and pass in a phrase
something about redefining success

There is no need for time to keep going
the river flows against our rowing

but the water rushes onward still
despite efforts to paddle uphill

An Evening Fog

Loud laughter echoes in the night
turmoil ripping through sober thoughts
the tranquil air thus met with blight
to bare the yoke that madness sought.

Beneath this burden I was caught
trying to connect sound with sight
while in my mind a war was fought
loud laughter echoes in the night.

It consumes me with such great fright
threads of sanity frayed and fraught
all the sense and reason taking flight
Turmoil ripping through sober thoughts

the joyous sound reaps what was wrought
as evening overcomes twilight
darkness becomes a juggernaut
the tranquil air thus met with blight

strikes me like a meteorite;
suddenly I am me but not
the truth inside is held down tight
to bare the yoke that madness sought

dim enough to have been forgot
though behind the mind it shines bright
and bricks can birth the Argonaut
just split thine head to release the light.
Loud laughter echoes.