Too important to plaster with paint
I see
The scattered remains
Glinting
The broken glass
Of relationships past
Feet bloody
Immune to the shards
I care not
About sparkling glitter
I see
Clear fields of calm pastures
Surrounding
The you
Imperfect but pure
Diamond hands
Streaked with red
I care not
About suffering alone
Seeking Silence
Sun beats like a drum; swallowing the work of sandpaper. Birds scatter like shadows at the crinkle of parchment paper. It seems there is a visitor.
Shivering like the string tied to a balloon lost to the air; it is too hot for eating fresh baked pie whose essence invades the air even before completion. Steps leave no mark of having been made, an existence even more meaningless than the puff of air which dissipates, having only caught in the air long enough to be missed. Single steps are easier traveled.
Phantom light, and phantom dark, dance like the flames of a fire in the hearts of faces, reflecting like a drop of water on the smooth surface of a deep lake. Laughter seems a mask, a waterfall obscuring the unyielding cliff. Pages a silent relief from noise weary travelers.
The tapping of a pen silent condemnation, condescension, cool confirmation of the utter uselessness of communication –never understanding, never listening, never looking past the glass door so fragile it shudders at the breath which falls upon it. Time aging as the warm blanket of darkness lessens the notice of cold blooded killers, silent in its eternal being, calm in its unfazed existence. No movement to be made against the unshakeable wall, no attempts or even wishes of such.
Shortened days mark the release from metal bars, as if the cake half-eaten must be savored for fear of loss, the eaten forgotten as though never there; bars withdrawn in mockery of the chains which bind further –they had served well as the markings of a butterfly, eyes where they are not, warnings in the form of color a rainbow of lies. Wandering to decrease the time spent in misty nothingness a welcome pastime if kept hidden.
Leaves cry like a newborn child want for attention; stream the soothing murmur of a mother worn from caring. Like a newborn fawn unsure, like the last bud not bloomed for fear of being, hair a mess of forgotten beings too small to notice if one cared not. It seems the visitor is shy.
The slow slither of a snake advancing as the waves on a shallow beach, the calm envelopment of the steam which dances on the surface of water too hot to handle, the meeting of ammonia in cabbage juice takes time to adjust as features fuse on generations past and future. Warmth is always in existence, as silence is never complete; hidden from the eyes of a train on its track, known only to some, as a demon chooses those who shall see –the rest contained in the shell of a clam being polished as a riverbed eroded. The only gift to be offered to the visitor –the only gift which can be offered to the visitor –gladly given.
Darkness for once a welcome friend. Viciousness of falling leaves smothering, piling, rotting, guarded against by the dancing of wind running through time, the friend of all and hostile to none. As consciousness slips as a drop of dew from a rose, the sense of protection grows as it always seems to when one finds a place of belonging.
Sweet dreams, child of the forest.
How you move
Colors bright
They overwhelm
Overlapping
Swirling
Mixing
Screaming
They guide
Dragging
Pulling
Kicking
They hold
Prisoner
You a prisoner
Tainted by every touch
Stained by every whisper
Meant to lead
But led
Lead
Meant to shine
Shone
Stone
Stuck
You're stuck
Piling up
You can't
You can't
Freeze
Blind
You blind
No colors to lose
No colors too loose
Black
The one you know
Apprentice
These violent delights have violent ends
You listened as words mingled with dripping
Silence as heavy as nightfall
Covered your shattered ears
These violent delights have violent ends
You thought as the slashing turned to feathers caressing
White oblivion
Shaded the colored world
These violent delights have violent ends
You heard as alcohol stung
The chattering chains
Released their metallic grasp
These violent delights have violent ends
You carried as shadows clung your feet
Red beckoned
A comforting friend
These violent delights have violent ends
You fell head rolling
Jade words never to reach
If only they first could .
Earth’s Angel
It.
May come in your time.
When it awakes.
When it is birthed.
It.
Is what you fear.
What you are brought.
to fear.
You have never known.
It.
And never shall you.
For when it is birthed.
The world will shatter.
The sky consumed.
Bridges shredded like melted plastic.
Buildings popped like sealed bags.
Earth disintegrated like cotton candy.
It.
Shall rise alone.
Forever regretting.
Forever to wander.
The broken world.
It destroyed.