Black Mist Woods

The hood of my long cloak casts a shadow on my face,

My eyes down cast, staring at the ground as if wishing it away,

But the carpet of dead leaves, insect bones, and moist earth,

Are as real as the dreams I didn’t ask to be there,

This side of the world is mine by design,

I pray to it with silence and it hears me through the torment,

The paths from here are many, tangled and inviting,

In the same way that a ghost’s hand might be said to be welcoming,

I’m coming some time just give me one more chance,

The first step like crossing a starving chasm with a black hunger,

My still roots burn holes through hell,

I cannot leave until I understand the face of danger,

Looked upon it as if in anticipation of a noncommittal kiss,

But how am I to know what is so far from the why,

Forever will one day see me bleed through my bark,

Will it be here amongst others that would be like me,

Or will it be beyond these woods where misty entanglement leads,

I go against my very nature by allowing thoughts to wander,

They may never return,

Leaving me to be what I think I am,

But without them I can only feel I am,

Feel I am here,

And that is all that matters,

For even over there,

If I feel,

Then I know I’m still here…

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smudged thumb print on the second last petal

imprint of a feeling that hungered

snap back with the stinging as the red shows

a wounded flower so pretty in its pose

still pretty with only one hope left

clinging to the base of its blossom with cloying grandeur

at least it thinks

at least it continues to define the whole

apart from the stem

the others sigh green

why always this one

always the last one born

so pretty can’t you see

its edges catch reflecting raindrops

with swirling smiles from the sun

moon

and stars

it could command the galaxies this one

leaving four fingered prints on their lenses

making them so giddy they’d spill their soil

exposing all routes

there would be truth in that

a way at the very least

to make its detachment

seem

alright

Gone Gone

An unsmiling leaden cloud cynically blocks out the sun,

Hogging the sky, as if it alone has rights to the day,

An uninvited wind, unseen and death cold, steals its own moment,

Pretending to be uninvolved…

“A world of darkness is one without answers,

A life full of answers is one with too many bad questions…”

White flashes of pain accompany the metallic rumble,

A sour rain threatens to pour from my eyes,

Dousing what’s left of this day and killing my hope,

I can already taste the earth…

“The faith of the faithless is never tested or wasted,

Yet it throbs with the strength of its own purpose…”

When the land is soaked through and yet my throat remains dry,

I know time has left me behind to face the night alone,

Wrapped in my own feelings I imagine a moon after the storms,

And my roots shiver…shiver…shiver…

“Growth is immeasurable while it happens,

It becomes shy when you stop to notice it…”

 

Steel

Faced a world of clattering steel have I,

Kissed the horrors that couldn’t let me die,

Bonded with curses that pierced my roving eye,

Upon a powdery bed of bones my heart’s stifled cry,

Why?

I swing a dastardly weapon with a thirsty edge,

Wooing enemies with long toothed grins into my bed,

The sound of thunder and drums booms flirting with the end,

It was mine long before theirs oh if I could only smile and pretend,

And then?

Decimation would surely come,

The winged creatures would plummet from above,

Into the subliminal wilderness tumbling from my shove,

Lying in a shallow grave with the others I’ll lick my wounds when I’m done,

What of love?

Rabbit Eyes

I

The wind has been whistling beneath my feet,

Tickling me into shivers as I chase mine out in the street,

I don’t look too far nor stray in any away,

But I feel my wonder canter wherever my disposition will play,

I roam with unmeasured intent like a falling leaf,

Just staying afloat waiting for the down to bring relief,

Since I’ve left my tree I’ve lived each night for each day,

Pulling the strings with the crystalized blotches on display…

II

It feels like I need keys to hark back to,

Keys to open me up to what they say true,

These flittering things that protest to know me,

As they hold on snugly and reduce me to what I used to be,

It actually seems that changing tides will not wash through,

With time slowly drowning maybe they have only made me see askew,

Through the haziness of the bubbles that captured the dreams I set free,

The ones I was so sure that if I pursued on my own would fill me with glee…

III

They riddle me with shame as they burn in my heart,

They ridicule me in blame when I don’t learn and fall apart,

I saw it in those Rabbit Eyes as we met so unexpectedly while crossing,

My brother’s heroin bent instincts were to flee without stopping,

But love haunts the wicks in the depths of his soul shaft,

Just as I am haunted by his face I see on those lost,

Ambling vagrants outside in the wind tossing,

Wondering if any of this is worth stopping…

 

Fallen

Fallen.
A poem from a wounded warrior lying prone on a desert’s vast audaciousness,
A crying silence of appeal that itself stretches for the horizons,
Screams without talking,
For all who were here have been cut down, like death was never more contagious than this,
One hand still clutching as if reaching for the sun rising,
His soul will be day walking…
Shimmering against the blades of dry grass threatening the sky to drop its basement,
Changing hues dance to the music of the beating sun,
Her melodies scorching,
The warrior’s place fades as his memories bleed out on the very ground he is facing,
There is nothing left he is blinded in her and his war is done,
He will be remembered as tortured…
Although,
Not by that gawking lizard gaudy in his guise against the desert’s blandness,
A false witness whose truth is as natural as it is sinister,
But what does it know of the wounded,
Or those who fight against others when they could be united in their sadness,
Maybe it is just the finisher,
Who could have assumed it?

Sailing Across a Sea of Dreams

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Sailing across a sea of dreams,

Where everything possible glitters and shimmers,

Upon violet waters where time seems to be still in constant dawning…

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Tides swell and carry me forth,

I rouse in their rhythms with a daintiness that flatters,

Squinting unperturbed at that which is my heart’s eternal yearning…

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My strings are pulled taunt,

The sails forcibly flapping as winds chime through my veins,

Mastered to attention I head unsighted with promise that in itself is rewarding…

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I carve a path where fleets have sunk,

The froth of the waters splashed across my wrinkled bows,

I will see no reason or heed no warning while my passion is burning…

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The brewing storm couldn’t even quell,

Douse my fires or completely obscure my path to her,

I’m lost on these perilous waters and yet still I feel no reason for worth turning…

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Back to lands that have been scorched to a cinder,

Memories of slain hopes that now fertilise the roots of understanding,

There’s nothing there that is not dead weight to be thrown overboard in this process of unlearning…

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I will never learn it seems,

Or be free of these dreams that keep me afloat,

So until I too sink I will always be seafaring with this love that I’m serving…

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