The voracious void just kept coming
form folding over the rotting room
swallowing swollen husks of failing furniture
until undulations of wood and plaster play
like lively school kids riled rabid
and all I could do was watch
spell bound
such a fluid motion
progressing without sound
with intent and notion
consuming all it found.
Those dark hands ever questing for my throat
they find their bonds and break them
gliding accross the skin like an anecdote
whispered words of maligned memories
transcend crescendo unto grievous guttural notes
bursting through the ears and crashing through the skull
driving my sense of self into places most remote
their sole purpose met as I cower condemned
seeking refuge behind all the words I wrote.
Fine folds with matched edges
Frayed threads are unavoidable
But folded in they become
Inconsequential
Sewn together
Two isolated fabric tapestries
Become more in symphony
Something to wear against the world
A hat to protect us from the burning sun
A shirt to express ourselves
A sweater to keep us warm in the cold
A coat to stop the rain.
Separately fabric is beautiful potential
A needle and thread
Piercing and binding
Through breaking the skin
Becoming stronger
Fabric in fugue is the foundation for life’s success.
It’s okay to not be enough
Your “enough” is a bit too much
we are all slightly out of touch
with this concept of being “tough”
Sometimes life can get pretty rough
but there is no training as such
it’s okay to not be enough
your “enough” is a bit too much
Lone wolves are a gamblers bluff
you can’t fake it when in the clutch
sometimes you need a careful crutch
to paint gold cracks in broken stuff.
It’s okay to not be enough
your “enough” is a bit too much.
Find the fire within the clouds
roiling like old wars
burning with desperation
standing on the wharf
headlong in their path
dragging darkness behind them;
the end coming fast.
What years have passed between us
breathing like whales
we dive deep to live our lives
rise up for air seldomly
We dive deep to live our lives
That air gives rise to song
energy to move
to feed
and we rise up for air seldomly.
We dive deep to live our lives
lives fueled from the air above
the resources below
and the depths to comfort(swallow) them.
We rise up for air
and together we are there
seldomly.
We dive deep to live our lives
ponder the moments until air is needed again.
Let errant dreams fall beneath tires
the same dreams that can build empires
often plague the mind like wild fires;
they serve only as cruel satire
Friends must be kept at a distance
though they may offer assistance
they care not for your existence;
they serve only with insistence
Success should come with suspicion
one doesn’t achieve ambitions
the thought is a contradiction;
they serve only exposition
No matter what it is you do
I beg you not to misconstrue
the need for personal values;
they serve only to limit you.
A silent city shoots through the night sky
bold as bastards cornered in the school yard
steel towers lit like candles reaching high.
Time had long since left those finger tips charred;
they desire fire once more before they die.
History and weather have road them hard
left them here to rot in the rust and ruin
the corpse of an industrial bruin.
In truth the bear will ne’er be heard again,
though I feel its voice call to me at night
some haunted tone that resonates with pain
coercing out of that void a subtle light
muted memory strikes in clouds of rain
gifting a pat to which I have no right.
Thus I am brought to worship the carcass;
my minds eye set to explore that darkness.
It smells like the cracked seal of cranberry jam
warring with damp leaves and water logged sticks
The air hits head on like a dislodged tram
rust sharp on cold breeze like broken bricks
Inner workings roil like wolf burdened lambs
the disheveled pipes turning tricks.
A shard of moonlight stumbles down on this
old magic reaching out from the abyss.
In my youth I found challenge everywhere
hidden in words with dynamic meanings
discovering what it’s like to be new
and make sense of the world I was born in.
I hid behind books and entertainment;
as if that would make me feel less alone.
Once put on stage I had to take great care
to decide on my intent and leanings
and pray to find success among so few
who had failed life and lost all but their skin.
I redefined my goals and attainment;
I moved my failures into the end-zone.
My divorce left me drowning in despair
nothing before had been so demeaning
my children’s vision of me torn askew
losing house, home, and all that I had been.
I traded it all for an arraignment;
she poisoned the term “father” on her own.
The days have since wore me down smooth and bare
given me time for order and cleaning
to find value in the years that ensue.
Take absence at an angle.
never mingle sound with sense,
hence your harvest be mangled.
Tangle turse words with expense.
Find fish faster when they drown.
Don’t dive down in disasters,
the masters love cowered clowns.
Town pastors are on the take.
Grow Gray With Me 