OUTSIDE THE BOX!

You rape and
Pillage. Storm my very
Heart! What is it you
Want from me? Is it my
Pound of flesh? I gave that
Eon’s back… You are
Never satisfied. No matter
That I give all I
Have.

Blissful ignorance is
Ok
‘till it bites you on your
Butt.
‘oh right then it’s
Personal and you take
Note…’

He sits in the
Gutter of his
Life. His
Wings that
Flew him so
High lay bedraggled on the
Ground. The
Crown of his
Head now nothing more than an
Empty shell.

The weaver sits at her
Loom. The
Threads fine silk. The
Colours tell of
Baby’s breath and
Mother’s milk.
Time is
Set aside.
Sense of
Self forgotten. There is a
Story to be
Told…

But to know the
Sweetest of song. To
Feel the brush of an
Angel’s wing. The
Beauty of
Nature’s in all her
Glory. Is to
Know one’s own
Hell …

The excesses begin to arise,
The seeds germinate at will.
This vegetative elasticity
Drains beyond the window sill.

What is our Essence?
Do you know what that might mean?
Is it our soul, our core, our center?
Is it something that can be seen?

for all those I care for,,,and then some

but was nonplussed by
Sentimentality. So with
Relief in tow he
Set aside his
Task to
Return back to
…well nothing
Really….

You promised me forever
This promise to me you gave.
Now I am yours forever,
Buried in an unmarked grave. . .

perfection sits on a pretty shelf
embossed with beads of gold
a sad and lonely place
creaking softly into the night….

shivering from Autumn’s twilight
made cool from the breeze
whirling in a …

Auto Maria
always a sympathetic soul
is flying out of her feet in a treetop
but waste is sleeping in the cambium layer
the wither in the green
college encirled by bark
it marked us
it’s strikingly my…

In all times of life
The music takes out all the strife
So press play and let life flow on

Refusing to participate in the
World below. The
Curl of lip
His only indication of
What other’s might
Confuse as emotion. That
And the
Frigid
Fractured place in which he
Dwells.

Bliss and
Reason were unconcerned for
Excitement and
Trust had taken
Foundation.
Remorse and dread
Left with their
Tails firmly tucked
Between their legs

Realization gathered
Grief and held her
Tight… but little
Bits slipped
Away… until
None was left… but a
Memory. The
Echo… that was
Me…

gossamer riddles
without spiders
hanging by a breeze
barely a ripple and you are wrinkled
a bag of bones in a rib cage
there isn’t enough time for smoothing out the syntax
there never was
what an asyl…

curse & effect
is a law of mysterious congruences
physically eradicated flourishings
fully infiltrated gatherings
the food the water the heat the housing
locked up in a wall-less vault
of imaginings
wh…