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Icarus

Where does it all end?
these places that rise over the mountainside
speak of visions that call from on the other side
but still we are left here to descend.
When we climb those monstrous places
we find terrible things that hunt us down.
Like shook rocks tumbling to the ground,
we are a disaster fleeing from hidden faces.

Have they seen to the world beyond?
Adopted the task to keep us at bay
as if those fruits were too sweet for us
and this is how they respond.
or is it something more to keep us away?
Is the rest of it all disastrous?

Inspiration

Immeasurable
             though wanting so badly to be defined

Does definition ever really help a thing
             or is it the act of being refined
suddenly less than what it had been all this time?
             This page was once porcelain potential
                           poised for possibilities

             now it is scarred
permanently not a million other things
Defined
             measured
                           caged

             How many worlds
                           we turn to ash
to fill a blank page.

Veal

Beware the soul that has been broken open,
a good soul should not break so easily
beneath the weight of words that are spoken.
The mouths in this place will move ceaselessly,
let it be silent violence that breaks them.
There is rightness to that kind of ending
the weaker mind can be quickly condemned
but the soft flesh was made for expending.
Exalted are those who, in their trauma
discover that pain is tranquility
for the mind is the essence of Brahma
trapped inside the body’s fragility
be not afraid when the body succumbs
for there is greater suffering to come.

Sleep Now the Orphans

Like laundry hung out on a line
dried out, rained upon and dried again
abandoned long ago
an empty house to look upon
             only a strong gust away.

Weak tears tiptoe through the thick dark
a secret well-kept in the day
             is given freely in the night
where dreams lie like graves
with grotesque things beneath loose dirt
             only a strong gust away.

In this place love is built of bitter things
bonds that will live here until they die here
too fragile to exist beyond these walls
the world we’ve made revels in the broken
             only a strong gust away.

If you’ve nothing left to cry for
you can look out at the stars
clawing through the darkness
with admiration
             only a strong gust away.

Canvas

Where was this page then
               when all I had was lost
               and I was undefined
in need of exactly this kind of friend?

               Where were you at that time?
           Why be here now when I need you least?

               Will you still be here
           when I need you again?

                      I can feel your fragility

                          I can feel you screaming

Bring two fragile things together and risk breaking

                       The sound is anxious starburst
               beautiful

        Yet so often you long for emptiness

               Void is truth I guess

          How genuine of you to keep me at bay.

The Great Game

The world breathes a strong wind of something fierce
but will pause for swords drawn on the field
weapons desperate to plunge pummel and pierce
to find some foe and through violence have them yield
young souls made to retreat behind their shields
as if they wish to live another day
but such defenses will find their fate sealed
behind doors that cannot save them from the fray
for defense is the way of the prey.
There the aggressor will find victory
as long as they keep the others at bay
The battlefield is no place for chivalry
Chivalry is an intimate exchange
found where old stories are so arranged.

Every soldier who enters the fight
dreams of peace maintained and honor fought for
but rarely thinks of how such fires ignite
or how peace and honor could be found in war.
They believe in points and will settle the score
for king, for country, or for distant lands
all things that have been fought for long before
all things that are forever changing hands,
as stable as the desert’s windswept sands
and as formless as a cloudy night sky
nothing ever as grand as what was planned.
Though such vague ideals have led many to die
there is empathy deep within their fall
for we are all just children grown tall.

Fall

The city stretches for miles
from this height it looks like a destination
not a place,
               not a home
nothing out there is discernable
not in any real sense
               you can make out landmarks
               but not their feelings
               not the nuances of being there.

The wind senses my fear
               rises up in jest
                              pushing me toward the edge
my heart lies there too.
               a battle on two fronts
I exchange my hat for a taste of victory
with the blurred streets below
drawn in vaguely violent impressionism.

I reach out over the edge
               to warn it of the dangers down there,
but it ignores this
               falling,
caught in a mad dance with the wind.

I say nothing,
               but my head is cold.

Talk to Corporate

Discover fear
the pain nearby
a dear friend found
on the ground scrapped;
around here they keep us rapt.

We must be scared
no one cared first
prepared for loss
but not cross then
they toss failure – embrace Zen.

Zen is nothing
anything failed
numbing their mind
concede kindly
or find the exit blindly.

Folly follows
and swallows hope
wallows in shame
but the game stays
proclaimed the winner this day.

Harness the pain
bring to reins fear
and gain their vote;
take this note down –
keynotes are heard in breakdowns.