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Tuesday, December 23, 2014

This is my purgatory

My Purgatory
Pennants for something
I should have done
Karma paying it forward
For something I may never do
My purgatory 
An ice wilderness 
Snowy wasteland 
One thousand miles from no where
God sends tests
Every one of which 
I was not ready for
Some I didn't recognize 
Some I simple ignored 
God has patience 
So sends one more
You sit with contrite honesty
Gravity pulling me to the floor
Down is up 
Up is down
This is my purgatory 
Tumbling reality 
Without guide wires or mats 
Mixing metaphors 
Truth is what we wish it to be
Time is a human quality 
The narcissism of humanity 
Ships bells at sea
Sound that sees in the fog 
This is my purgatory 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Wrapped in yesterday

Happily ever after
An illusion wrapped in yesterday
Time so Antagonistic
Finite Forever
Looking different in daylight
Standing still without reason
Moving without propose
Unrecognizable in front of you
mirrors reflected image
Wondering unconsciously
Bear foot on broken glass
Where broken angels go
Distorted and twisted
Conundrum in pain  
Can you hear their sorrow
Eerie menagerie
Agony symphony
Cellos in harmony
Happily ever after
An illusion wrapped in yesterday
Forever oxymoron

Monday, December 15, 2014

lunatic exchange



Turnstile
Artificial thrill
Exchangeable people
Lust confused with real
So easily replaced
Water so hot
Can’t wash the dirt off
Quickly replaced
For someone used
Broken down artificial thrill
Lunatic fake

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

One second to midnight

Finding one
Distractions to pass time
The never was
replacement to be measured against
The always will be
Let go of history
Learn what's inside
And what's out there
Avoid filling empty
Forgive trusting hope
Let go of yesterday

Finding one
In the multiples of maybes
Avoiding all the wannabes
Deleted memories
Bored indifference
Said so well
removed anyway
A distraction yesterday
Use and discard
Replace so easily
Then there is that one
The one that won't let go
Time can't heal
Like that photo from a hundred years ago
Burned in and scared over
subconsciously comparable  
Mocking reality
Die a little everyday
Getting closer to the end
Swirling in their malice
Locked in time
Hope can be pessimistic
One second to midnight

Monday, December 8, 2014

flock of honesty



Crows
Black eyes stare
Black beaks tear at the flesh
A meal in death
Sinister flock of honesty
Reaping that which is given
Penance for the living
Wings the color of the night
The sound of their call
So final
A cackle
The flesh rips
Leaving the bone red
Black eyes stare
Your living yet
The cackle seems to say
A promise some how
Black eyes stare
Bleakness and honesty
never a tear drop
Reaping the harvest
A distraction between memories
Wings spread wide
before taking flight