Unexpected

My hand drips with nervous anticipation.
It does not matter,
As the same is experienced by destiny’s left.

Ironic that this existence now brings me what I left broken.
I was so confident that I had satisfied all my dues,
But it looks like there are more sins to be paid for.

I do not desire power or influence.
All I want is to feel alive,
And remember why I chose to come back.

21

It couldn’t have been anymore clear.
Statements made from self-righteous empowerment.
No amount of present alterations could untwist what has been swept away.

Though the ladder lacks height, I cannot stop now.
So tiny my understanding must have been to even fathom climbing back down.
I remove my belt and tear away at cloth (clearly not worth the coverage) just to arrive.
The door pulsed a jar from some silent force.
Just.
Inches.
Away.

A face.
The one I‘ve kept closer then my enemies,
Will never great mine in the morning.
But when I am drowning in my sleep,
She is always there to pull me up.

Patchwork Heart

Blessings depart untrue from the heavens.
Those beings cloaked in light, casting their dark intent before me,
Were unnecessary from the start.
 
My secret admirer essence has run dry.
Stalled since I could drive.
I now suppress the stuttering beat of my patchwork heart.

 

Presently the course has been set for more narcissistic means.

With the jaws of life sharply sinking in,
Certain presumptions are stretching far too thin.

So, I release my hold.

Letting the four winds steal me away,

To a land that time forgot.

Again

The wingspan could not be matched.

Inside the resulting heat, spectacular images echoed.

Gorgeous lullabies emerge from sources less beautiful.

Heads bobbing,

Just above the waterline.

Walking through stories brings a skewed perspective to my waking reality.

Not knowing if the events revolve around factual encounters,

Or tales twisted by those without.

So it is goodbye.

Whirling over and under thoughts past the start.

Worlds that were created inside the pale trap,

Leave me cleaning up awkward feathers of growth.

Every moment that passes,

They soar from my pours.

(How does it feel to not know what you are missing?)

Above The Clouds

As the luminous day transforms into dusk, a fragile balance has been disrupted.

Trapped in the twilight of despair,

In stumbles the bruised man,

Cut twice by others.

The next time I wish to conjure up a ghost, I will greet my reflection covered in cloth.

Escape would be simple if these vines could be removed.

Becoming part of the merging light, it is difficult to separate myself from the noise.

The foundation forced its firm influence against my spine,

A gift and burden intertwined.

Blocks only serve as a jumping point,

The challenge is to find one resting above the clouds.

I let the fog cascade through my whispers,

And place old patterns where memory fails.

The shock of seclusion has indubitably left its mark across my senses.

Such beautiful weather for a tragedy.

Bottle of Tomorrow

The message was clear, move forward or the force of the fall would push the knives in deeper.

So I kept moving.

In love with the wait.

Impact of eyes carries the loop that skips on the corner of my time.

Liquid pools,

Unique in its pattern.

Shining like a bird in autumn.

Confusion settles while searching for transport.

In the moments that precede the cutoff, I reflect on the night’s journey.

Black and green have always pulled me since there was trouble in China.

I cannot detail what explodes in my presence.

For now it is better that the ether holds it close.

A least something does.

These arms have lost their will to rise,

The desire is there, but my conscious keeps it in check.

Always in check.

Moving forward would set me back, so now I only dream.

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Rain dripped from my hair with clarity.

While lying on the grass, I understood why.

Home was where the dragon lives.

Effortless movement on a lonely platform validated my existence.

I showed up with a swollen eye and hair a shade of butterscotch.

So incredibly lost, not having any idea how serious life could be.

Now too much of it has vanished.

I hadn’t thought you’d approach me in the cold,

Or that your glossy speech would even try to put pressure on mine.

I am still wandering, but “at least” I now know what to expect.

The places to run from myself.

How to find absolution in the unknown.

Have I always been troubled,

Or am I simply just trouble?

For Your Consideration

The patterns of light that dance behind my eyelids play tricks on me. In my sleep I clearly see the instructions that have been handed down by vicious and treacherous lovers.

There was one that lifted the doubt in my mind, never misleading me with tales spun from desperation.

Pure candor.

Even when it evaporated on the blacktop, kindness flourished (like the flowers that brought us together).

What is hidden can surface within the right environment.

Now the stage is set, and I must lead the last act, so simple to do,

But I am firm in the knowledge that once it is displayed, the final curtain will fall.

That alone leaves me apprehensive; for I am sure there will be no other engagements after this run has finished.

Her name reflected mine, and I swear that briberies never felt so right.

My brightest days still float in those eyes, and the foolish ramblings born from these lips will forever soar on the breeze.

My muscles beg for rest, but howling corridors of thought call to me, leading me further to some distant destination.

I must endure and raise my head high to see the glory falling all around me.

The way it is, is like none before.
I tingle with justice as karma finishes the last of its payments.

I taste mint.

Red

The passion inside has been forced to the top of my essence,

Reveling flames, burning through sacred realization.

Pressed between the pages of time,

The dragonfly has stained my favorite lines.

Words of regret on the still painting of life, haunt the memory of what was.

However, the kinks of freedom (no matter how frightening)

Will give strength in the resolution sure to come.

Unwritten pauses get stuck in ice, and require a push in boots to continue on.

Shame of who I am puzzles me during the eclipse of opportunity.

Just as Orion pursued the seven sisters,

I too am fascinated with the mysticism surrounding the stars.

Unable to venture into the deeper realms of existence,

I procure as much oxygen as I can, and orbit the moon.

Only to get a glimpse of infinity.

Frost

I want to feel serendipity swim through the heat emanating from my shell,

Finally cooling the furnace burning within, and transporting me to what lies beyond this supernova.

Hesitating to start the drive that holds the final farewell,

My mind spins around the target placed in the center of Eden.

I run from the intersecting lines of life, and chose to wander alone, barefoot in these beautiful snowflakes.

Ending at its genesis,

The entire experience has been compressed into the shortest hours I have known.

The only constant in all of my falls has been the frost in the air,

Keeping me suspended, so I am able to move on with the changing season.

I am now Atlas standing tall,

Holding up the heavens with the smallest of my fingers.