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Overhead

The air moves with deception
those blue skies and soft clouds
sing a sirens song only heard in the trenches;
a tune that tells us of a home
that will never again exist
buried somewhere beneath the bodies.
What semblance remained we dug away
to keep us always below the horizon.

Up there in the fresh air
terror travels on the breeze as easy as leaves
with metal wings and fire
to burn an anonymous generation.
All things are destined for the ground;
the real war is six feet below
youth running through tunnels
lamenting the tangible and intangible losses;
The death of innocence.
The death of the world they knew.
death itself.

Still, the sky is blue
the clouds are soft
they sing though it is silent
a hint at the end up there
silence
until the shells come.

Life in Notes

Be loved now,
the world wars on regardless
living your life anyhow

Lives we live
are borrowed from time bidden
subtle sorrows that years give

Soon stolen
from beneath these broken feet
the long journey has swollen

Grieve the road
the disheveled rocks and stones
knives against the heavy load

See the trees
that line the path with their arms
embracing all the eye sees

Feel the sun
flow over you in fountains
know the place where life begun

Inside you
there exists always a choice
two voices you can pursue

Disavow
time is tentative circles
it’s enough to be loved now.

Piano

Hold on to that thought
before it slips away in the night
lest this all be forgot

When that bright light is caught
despite its erratic flight
hold on to that thought

Though the fight may leave you distraught
grip that radiance tight
lest this all be forgot

When all those wars have been fought
you’ll long for these lost delights
hold on to that thought

Though we may veer from the plot
let not the goal leave our sight
lest this all be forgot

For when finally we resign to rot
entrust those you love with this fatal plight
hold on to that thought
lest this all be forgot.

Hot Breath on the Neck

[Warning]
Settled into embrace
the soft night performing
like a moment of grace
while the world is storming.

[Caution]
The wind is a cool breeze
that finds tempers softened
sets errant minds at ease
and calms the heart often

[Beware]
Find slumber in slow thoughts
treat the days past with care
the battles you have fought
are no cause for despair

[Danger]
And once sleep settles in
blanketing your anger
you can begin again;
the whole world a stranger.

Ouroboros

Woe to the cacophony
the soundscape that permeates
tearing through space like star shine
bludgeoning our ears bloody.
I offer my life as is
if it will give us quiet
allow the mind to slumber
the lungs to breathe easier
the eyes to rest in curtains.
The horrors beyond these lids
consume the light eagerly
ask for seconds knowingly;
there is nothing left to us.
Would that its hunger found me
and I be devoured too.
Please, nothing, take me with you;
all the peace I’ve ever known
lived only while I did not
and died as I left the womb.

To Love Emptiness

There is nothing there
and it terrifies me
that emptiness
where a life should be

Moments I should cherish
in time perhaps forget
then be reminded again;
even those have been forfeit.

A place at the table set
where conversations would appear
about a life that keeps growing;
yet those meals are not here.

There is only the void
where you should be;
though you exist
it is now without me.

Gestation

The sense
               decensed
gnarled roots twisted lethargic
   grasping at the ground
digging deep for a heart planted
               beating against the darkness
the thrashing rhythm of a thing dying

What seeds can find in this discarded world
     will be made a tall and imposing thing
nurtured by the memory of a time
     when the need for them
was but the sound of wind blowing through playful leaves
               falling.

A World on the Spectrum

Brown is a stale companion as it turns
yet the foundation for complexity
by which all eyes have in time grown to yearn.
Brown embraces those who fight desperately
to find the cosmos in this entropy
encouraging them to rise up and bloom
to take ownership of their destiny
all endings are beginnings when exhumed.

Red is a passionate lover that burns
with a terrifying ferocity
however with patience one will soon learn
the chaos of love is no enemy
what it takes it returns in ecstasy
find a place for the heart and give it room
let it find refuge in the revelry
all endings are beginnings when exhumed.

Green is the friend never given but earned
a destination built on empathy
divined from the expression of concern
and emboldened by generosity.
Green will break walls with its tenacity
upturning even the most concealed tomb
tragedies reduced in this necropsy;
all endings are beginnings when exhumed.

Colors come together in melody
the bouquet of life becoming perfume
our experiences in harmony
all endings are beginnings when exhumed.