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Alone
I peer
out my window from above the city and gaze upon an ocean of twinkling
amber lights.
Glowing
red neon’s mark the pathway the worker-ant-like cars flow with their
two-star shining headlights.
The sky
reflects a murky light orange haze as it sighs an Angelic rusty mist.
Curled
upon a weathered bench, shrouded in a hovel of soiled and stained
rags, shakes a-lone being.
His
gullet churns and twists with a neglected pain as the filth is washed
from his cheek by salty memories.
Umbrella-wielding figures shuffle past with a feign un-notice, holding
their breath in fear of an unearthly sniff.
Memories
torment his thoughts. Reminded of being alive…
being
someone…
being.
Residing
in a cast-off hole dug by society, he clawed and scraped to climb out,
only to be spat upon
and
shunned further down. People are no longer to him.
He has
forced himself to be illiterate to their turned backs and sour
grimaces.
Starvation’s bullet dodged in spite of their wasteful nature.
A
whispering breeze whistles eerily through the gaping fish-mouth
openings of the faded, dented cans, hodge-podged
in a
rusty, desolate skeleton of a shopping cart - his home - his life -
his family - his job - his bank.
The
aluminum and glass morph into money, then the liquid fire that
replaces the sour grapes of reality with a lonely marooned self-pity
low.
WASTED
from
drink,
from
society.
As he
sucks back on the brown paper bag-bottle, a hot burning scrapes his
throat and pools in his ulcerated stomach.
Lice
tickle and itch busily at his greasy scalp, sucking the polluted blood
from their un-caring host.
"At
least the BANK doesn't own me anymore" was his creed, but now lied
buried in the sand of timed hourglass.
With a
cold, sick feeling inside, he ponders upon where his family is trying
to forget about him now.
Vertigo
fills his head, and ringing floods his ears as he passes out.
Passes
on,
from the
world
from
life.
BEYOND
Hauntings
from the past scrape at his thoughts. Bottled up, he throws them
with fury into the sea.
A gull cries up above as
the tide slowly claws away the beach.
He is Beyond
Returned again to the salty
lick of the sea breeze he remembers a face.
In the mist she is there
to run to the sea to
run to her
to finally be in her arms
to touch her cotton-soft
face, her honeyed hair
to stare into her
almond-shaped eyes to hold her close, feel her pulse
to meet her sweet, soft
lips.
He holds back, confused as
he lets thoughts and memories
vortex in his mind
He is Beyond
He runs to the sea, the
salty mist kissing his face
He sprints to the sea, the
sweet mist kissing his lips
He dives into the sea - It
disappears.
He looks up, the sea is
close, he sprints once again
From the sea is thrown a
bottle. It hits him in the heart with a dull thud.
He uncorks the bottle
Hauntings from the past
scrape at his thoughts
He is not Beyond
BLIND
The world has lost its grip
on Life
The sky seems so low, and unknown
waters rush the shore with Pain
The wind once friend, now foe blows
the evil throughout
Color is now gone, but still can
be seen
You can't hear the Earth hum unless you listen
The Sun is now a threat, pounding its
rays on un like an angry God
Clouds pour across the Moon like
melted wax on hot flame
Stars no longer twinkle, blanketed like
first snowfall
Mother is dying, We are so blind.
Clorelle
One
was a Soul once lost
Forbidden its rites in vain
The
other a victim of Self
A
Struggle with reality of shame
Space
take to flight, one saw self
Mirrored sans dust in the other
And
shaded was this apparition
In
pseudo-vision of its lover
So
vortexed did their emotion
One
unbridled, one unsearched
The
Truth was poisoned yet
By
blindness void of wrath
Will
to allow not sheltered
But
years did not teach
Into
a faith so unearthed
By a
found prophet to reach
Silence was deafening so endured
The
lick of lust when spoke
Validity smoked in a haze
That
Trust bled and broke
Anger
breathed such in a game
Source unfound – hurt pride hate
A
promise sonic with nature
Reverse a call, pain in wait
You a
word in repetition
Falling, falling on vamp-flight ears
Bled
a tainted held in wrath
But
not in addition with years
Question not a motive,
For
none vanquishes the not
But
truth pains the mechanism
In
denial of reason the lot
Mark
the unknown as victor
For
victory has been won
Change is held in heart
But
time heeds the undone
LOST
in a desert so bare and dry
my shattered heart turns to
sand
as the haunting past blows
it
over never-ending dunes
water of life is all around
but I can not grasp hold
the Suns rays whip my
bare back like i'm a lost
slave
Lost
in an ocean, vast and deep
Freezing, i'm blind beneath
me
in the middle of nowhere
I am chased by fear in
thyself
i swim but move not
as my soul grows cold
I realize why i'm now
and the end whispers it
Lost
in a city of fool souls
tryin' to find the hidden
with backs turned inside out
wandering the streets alone
towers soar up above me
and hidden eyes peer
as I look for what
I can not have
One
Golden Strand.
One Golden Strand hangs
from my wall,
found on my chair, is
all I have left
Less the Memories
One Golden Strand hangs
from my wall,
fallen from your
honeyed locks
is motionless - in
respect
One Golden Strand hangs
from my wall,
twisting my thoughts,
has not left me.
It opens my mind,
showing your delicate face
One Golden Strand hangs
from my wall,
with the warmth of your
touch
and the cold of your
emptiness
One Golden Strand hangs
from my wall,
without the lub-dub of
your Heart
no longer has its
silken glorience
One Golden Strand hangs
from my wall,
in silence. Your
rhythmic voice lost
in the whispering wind
One Golden Strand hangs
from my wall,
sheds a tear, smears a
smile
One Golden Strand hangs
from my wall,
is all I have left
STEP
Standing tall upon a
cropping, craggy cliff with his arms outstretched
Clouds sprint across the
sky as a salty breeze licks his face
The tide claws at the rocky
cliff face, slowly pulling it in
A Pompien atmosphere
blankets him heavily
The sun stealthily sneaks
below the horizon
His thoughts run dark and
cold, a foreshadow to his sleep eternal
Is life a struggle to live,
or to keep the living, or faith the unknown ?
He sees a shimmering face
on the water, or is it the Auroras' dancing
above him?
The beautiful face is
familiar
Knowing the love she gave
him
Knowing the pain she gave
him
He takes a step
But which way.
WE
Life is once, yet we all
live it over.
We miss what was not taken,
and want more when took.
We faith in chance,
and hope the unknown.
We use to waste,
and self our hoards.
We love for self,
and hate the same.
We trust for love,
and self our lies.
We strive for joy,
and pain those in the way.
We teach to better,
yet give to receive.
We wait to get,
and wait to lose.
Life is once, yet we live
it over.
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