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Rush

the thrush rushed on the cusp of trust it must crush that which swells inside the callow swallow (eye rhyme :p) with disregard seemed shallow but in truth was impelled to hide in the brush they’d follow no matter how hollow the understory and confide they’d dither and wither while within them slither deepest darkestContinue reading “Rush”

Thwart

Love athwart the sky Mere distance for them to fly Hearts athwart the time In rhythm and in rhyme Hope athwart the mind In believing, they will find Mind thwarts the hope In truth, alone they grope Sky thwarts the love Hinderance from above Time thwarts the heart Keeping them apart

Lolita

Lovely, little Lolita Could find solice only in dreams So she’d ride salvation’s needle Leaving behind the screams The trips would give her power She’d do anything night or day To follow the tracks to dreamland For it’s where she was dying to stay

Frigid

he ventured a few strokes, to no avail she just lay there, frigid, impassive offering only a blank expression to his presence it maddened him he often had trouble enticing her while she always seemed willing, even encouraging only the right words would ever bring about their joint ecstacy even as mellifluous words and phrasesContinue reading “Frigid”

Winter

Leaves fall and the creatures sleep Forests die and the willows weep Dragons snap and the mantis prays That winter’s wrought not end of days

Totem

The totem’s mask slipped and the third eye could see; it loosed the mind’s fly who lives there judging he; this raptor then whispered the plots and deceit; into the totem’s ear ‘fore the mask could reseat

Wind

The road jealously grumbled as he reached out to take the hand of wind, but she defiantly teased his fingers in a steadfast refusal to be tamed

Empire

To you I give a vast empire With it you’ll have all you desire In palm it fits on outstretched hand And beats while waiting for your command

Tragic

Tragic is the rose never smelled Tragic is the hand never held Tragic is the fear never quelled And the hope now and forever felled

Scrapbook

The earthen path gave way to weeks old leaves pressed into a natural scrapbook; there lie unsaved memories lost to the pitiless forest floor

QBD

heart’s bane shadow’s reign blood’s stain love came and went tears followed life’s hollowed pills swallowed naught the doll owed to the void sent gone forever memory never thoughts would sever the time she was lent ~freewrite, rapid write, quick brain dump

City

Concrete and steel work scrape the morning sky crowding the horizon with storied stories hidden behind endless, honeyed waterfalls of glistening glass While the footfalls and catcalls of an unforgiving wild are overcome by the stampede of impatience astride choking smoke and squealing rubber art: Buscar by Jeremy Mann *04.02.18

Granite

Her vision softened in the weakness of oneiric distractions, but an unexpected tear bore reality and she was once again anchored by granite eyes

If they only knew

I can almost hear the sunlight’s strain, as it struggles to push through the closed windowblinds, steadfastly determined to flood the room with its unwanted presence Like the uninvited guest happily knocking at the welcome mat-less front door The too-cheery neighbor waving from their well-manicured lawn The good mornings and have a nice days fromContinue reading “If they only knew”

Invitation

Mist chilled his nape, as he traversed the puddled bridge; the tiny needles sought attention, but his focus was lost to the invitation below

QBD

scarred bark in the stark darkness a hinterland of rampikes hidden within lightning strikes beneath a wrothful sky fauna trample ample flora in a panic as the nimbi gaze with a watchful eye land eroding at the banks escape the downpour into a fresh moor as the river gorges on the earth icthyic dances underwaterContinue reading “QBD”

The boy weeps

He weeps for the boy hiding deep within his eyes A boy born a teardrop, wept from mother sorrow As a child, out of mind, out of sight; so now he is never seen Taught to speak only when spoken to; so now he is never heard Taught to watch where he was going; soContinue reading “The boy weeps”

Mighty Sequoia

Me: Mighty Sequoia, why is it that in all but the heaviest downpours, your roots remain dry? Sequoia: It is because the older I’ve gotten, the more I’ve grown, and the deeper my roots burrow into memory far away from the influence of the sky. Only the most unforgiving rain can churn the memories, muddyingContinue reading “Mighty Sequoia”

Psithurism

For whom is the wind cheering, while the cackling leaves race playfully between the bare trees, across the frozen, forest floor

Sky garden

Picking pareidolia posies that blossom before his eyes, collecting clouds of magnolia from his garden in the skies

Gaps

He was only ever the gaps between noctilucent clouds; the spaces through which dreams escaped their masters on endless, starlit roads

I Wish

I wish you were here I wish someone was here I wish anyone would hear

Insurgent sea

The slumberous, midnight sea heaves in a rhythmic undulation of atramentous silk; beneath the vigilant gaze of its empyreal guardians, it thrashes and churns with defiant dreams of conquering the night sky – ❖ – To quell the insurgent desire of the envious waters below, empyrean casts her brilliant starlight upon its black, mirrored surface;Continue reading “Insurgent sea”

Beast

This spiral staircase – his sensorium, ever silent and deep – whose steps fade and whose shadows wilt before the blossom of endogenous darkness, is devoured stair by stair as the beast pursues him downward with unalloyed rancor and tenacity There is no egress; the absence of memories marked by the stench of failure andContinue reading “Beast”

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