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Return to the Earth

The throm of the bell’s toll calls all souls home
an iron melody to draw us out
lay low the day that brought us to such doubts

When we’ve reached bitter end of this tome
and the waters of life have met with drought
the throm of the bell’s toll calls all souls home
an iron melody to draw us out

No matter how many miles we may roam
or to what causes we may feel devout
there is always the same end to our route
The throm of the bell’s toll calls all souls home
an iron melody to draw us out
lay low the day that brought us to such doubts.

Dialogue

We talk to ourselves with fists
a pugilist of reason
faced against years of abuse
the ebb and flow of emotional seasons

Only reason knows when to quit
but abuse will never stop
unloading blow after blow
to make sure no one else lives on top

Anything for that title
we have absently supplied
trading any confidence
for whatever drama we’ve cooked up inside.

With your value undefined
transactional praise given
where else could you we ever turn?
Unconceited, to the fights we are driven.

We can but hope that we win,
our critical self will fall
our ego rise the victor
but victory grants an albatross for us all

Our ego must be tempered
our abuse must die in shame,
either way our value breaks,
time and again it works exactly the same.

Without honesty we lose
the audience inside us
is only there for the show
ring the bell, choose yourself – the rest are treasonous.

Orange

Peel
Burst
Citrus – flesh – ripped
               the gnashing of teeth
     pistons of sinew and pulp
                    thrust against the gums
                              they speak loudly of the burning sun

Stifled by a crumbling damn of cotton
                              fire not tamed
                                   but embraced
                                             made temperate
                           the fruits of violence
                                and the seeds of gluttony
                                      surge forth to their end.

Clockwork

The hands reaching for places they should not
feeling what is well and the gaps between
while the gears stutter over echoed thoughts
drawing out the whirring sounds long and obscene
a betrayal of the bright golden sheen
and the expertly crafted mechanics;
a token of wit and genius pristine
with disjointed and broken organics.

They keep winding, but no one sets the time
Polish and shine but no one climbs inside
as if admitting damage is the crime
and thus the past is where the now resides,
the future an unspoken thing implied
while savage moments spin along unchecked
and give cause for our fictions to divide
until at last ourselves we will dissect.

Cleanse

Walk against the ravenous waves
though they charge headlong against you
they serve no purpose beyond this
they retreat only to riposte

Though you may not have swam before
walk against the ravenous waves
and become the student once more,
revelations born in duress

Feel your form defined and expressed
a second skin from waters depths
walk against the ravenous waves
and let your falsehood wash away

All that time and effort we spent
matters not for those who Jesus saves
with faith and rocks in pockets they
walk against the ravenous waves.