Today I faced
a wall in my way
but did not see
a barrier.
Instead I saw
steadfast resolve
::-::
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THE COLD PACT
SOME say death is by chance
a twist of fate,
merely happenstance
And others take the rein
seeking death by their
own hands
I say death is the magician
a slight of hand, misdirection
allowing humans to believe
the end is Fate or Self-Fulfilled
But angels see the Cold Pact
forged before time itself
Life is a ledger and always
paid when balance is due
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ANALOGIES
All my analogies have rebelled
wishing a place among the living
stripping away their cloak of
innuendo
And with fang and claw
they take me
:: – ::
THE NAMELESS THING
There at the bottom of my soul’s pit
was a nameless thing that moved
The proximity of this horror
to my heart made me leave my skin
:: – ::
ASPHALT HEART
Skittles rolling across the road
all the colors of a rainbow
blue beetles climbing
all the muttering way into
a chasm of my asphalt heart
A hawk upon a slender pole
evolutionary eyes tearing
souls apart — SQUAWK!
A white line fever keeps me
away on a long road into the
forevermore and I cry…
I cry…within a nest where
she threw my eyes|| it’s
easy to see without eyes
it’s easy to breath without life
so easy to be simply broken
all apart
:: 06-19-2015 ::
MANNA DOLL
A silver snail gone to hell
light bulb sun!
If you say that you love me
then we’re done!
Took the manna from the sky
and made a doll
It’s just like you so pretty
And all the righteous ones
sing and weep
and the doll dances
such a super natural feast!
:: 06-19-2015 ::
LANGUAGE NECKLACE
THE moon pies in your mouth make sweeter
kisses as you lose weight
and you said, “Art, let’s go to the
museum, I wanna hang you on the wall
cause I need to criticize you then leave
you for the other critics of life”
And like the gills and fins of
dying creatures called poets;
fishing for all the right words
so relaxing to bait another hook
with syntax by the ocean eating me
I wear the language necklace of hearts
within a never-existed lesson in love
:: 06-17-2015 ::
SO THIS IS THE VOID CALLED LIFE?
AS a heartbeat
I heard a voice
and the voice had a sound ; like
a song of something: words?
And the words were entwined
in a sticky glue some may say
are feelings and the fire-tips
of those dancing flames had
a weight called emotion
and the emotion was like
gravity next to a black hole
and the black hole was inside
a cave of bone called Mind!
:: 06-17-2015 ::
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