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Open your eyes....and I shall appear....

Empty Inkwell

What writhes in the deep, O sweet beloved
my metronome, and spoken truth
what thoughts cross our paths on a night like this
dementia, and speckled swords of fallen stars
a dark dream follows me, quick to the heart
a hallowed moon, and a haunting memory to pass the time
still words in the dead of night, a still word
four hours until the sun bites the earth i move upon
a dawn of new things
i walk down the street and notice the jars
empty pockets of wealth and remorse
a jar moves into view, then another
in one i find a world unknown, pain
in the other lies the remnants of my youth
red hair appears, running down the brow of the universe
it marks the blood of the ancestor, and the next
the old world and the grateful dead
funny hats and broken bottles
first the house crumbles, then tomorrow
i walk down avenues not meant for my legs
i linger over thoughts of madness
and maddening thought
i walk to the store to buy a few soldiers
death is a luxury, but only when bought

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Wounded We

look up
can you not see the world beneath your feet
the one that glows in darkest day
brightest bright
the ones you say you’d always know
the god in your pocket is the god you’ve grown
turn around and take a whiff
the death dealing won’t stop and you’re all alone now
no more crying
no clues for the mystery van
killer riff
burn the bed pans and break the black fang
turn your eyesight out in two
turn the rivers that flow in you
bottles and bottles and bottles
break ’em
burn the rivers, boil the skies
bake the mountains that fill with lies
the songs we sing for the signs we miss
the lives we want in a deathly kiss
paltry words mean nothing now
the earth is spinning upwards, how
no turning back, no loitering
don’t hang around the mall
a baby cries
and we turn and we turn
and we turn around until memories burn
we lie and we fade
I’m sure the skies will give shade
to bring barrens and bliss
while we summarize this
don’t worship the night and let the light linger
bring doubt to the party
now watch me snort glitter

The Elements

a man trying to put out a fire
bends his will
he kills a falling ember
then another
he shatters a burning book
then its brother
who is he?
a falling tree
a man seeking a soul
a traveler
strong as the moon
violent
with words upon paper
and all through time
he changes lives
with words upon paper
like a wall of flaming fire
he would make you feel safer
a dream
cold like the dawn
a man trying to save something
to save a life
a life so forlorn
jaded
like the chords of the torn
obliterated and unborn

pale like the coals of the sun
dying and undone
like us all
we always slow down
forgetting our fire
he would put it out
but only to save us
the bad fire
one and twenty years we burned
ashamed
falsified discontinuations
they continue
as always
then the good returns
but bend your knees
be wary of fires
protect the unprotected
and always aspire
follow the words
avoid the spotlight of decay
live
everyday
begin to seek it
just ask
always
distort the unsightly embers of negativity

finally find it
that special and only something
that song
which keeps you wondering
that keeps you going
hold on to it
like you would a dead rose
before it turns into nothing
always
you will see
the night fire
the ever burning spire
it is meant for you
this time
it is good
and of the most evil
love and hate
they are its kin
keep practicing your words
until sweat beads take over
finally fight it
and keep yearning
for the torches to be lit
continue honoring
the man with the gift
the man who lives the fire
the man who cannot die
keep on carving his name
write it on the earth
and into the stone
spread it far and wide
understand
his life or his death
live with him
in his journey
understand
the cold and the dark