Elemental


And so I touched a silver sun,
Frigid still in growing days.
Groaning, waking, still in dreams,
Walking into water.

Heavy in the chest and back,
Heart held rigid, expanding.
Empathetic sponge of volcanic ash,
Still able to melt under Dixie eyes.

Ocean's orb churned nearing
Eyes that hold the sea's brine,
Sand floating as surface debris,
Infinite ripples attacking the mind.

The Southern moons hold antidotal,
Powerful, steaming, careful opening.
Gentleman charm and silvery sounds
Richly warm to taste.

And so I'm held by silver moons,
Sparking a golden ray.
Frost melts under warm water
And eyes gleam gold once more.

Fairy Tale


The greatest passion lies in pain,
In fear, in vacancy, in debt of love,
Until the heart can hear the voice
That pours the pain
Out of the holes
Onto the floor
At the foot of the door
To a future not a soul could predict,
But the heart and the voice always see.
The greatest change inspires pain,
Some fear, some debt, some vacancy,
With more to fill the gaps,
The holes, bullet-pierced,
Than ever tore open any soul.
Stitched by a voice
Given song by a heart
Ruled by a passion forever to be held.

Heart


Feathery limbs
Threatening to float.
Stomping pulsation
Encouraging flight.
Fluttering lungs
On infinite inflation.
Words exhale
With energy retained.
Dancing mind
Spun by intake.
Sick and disabled.
Mute and on edge.
In love
And at peace.

Only This


Take these words from tainted heart
Stained red, blue, and golden silence.
Take this heart without knowledge
Of how, nor when, nor why.

Allow the past to slip from fingers
Tightly clasped in moment long.
Linger near with body, soul,
And know there is only now.

Perpetual Motion


The clicker-switch signals synapse
To fire up ignition lights way on down the line
Rotating cogs stick in rusting joints
Awaiting a reward of new-day's oil

Movements still triggered by tumbling cues
Reacting in jerks and slow alterations
Methodically trapped in a warehouse square
Upon frameworks cornerstoned by concrete

By negligence of night's gone floor crew
And time bearing no breath to remediate
All objectives taken fully and schedules too precisely
With pieces leaving conveyors into baskets on the floor

Tumblers whir past preregulated speed
Ever falling below preceding procrastination
Gears barely catching under varied attentiveness
Wires stretch across coils steaming beneath rubber

Every corner worn to cutting plateau
Each edge now smoothed by fan belts and pulley ropes
Time turns niches into flexible notches
Once-snapped levers glued back to functioning

Efficiency on paper sheets shown for profit bound
Such a change in protocol over years of cutting turns
In a cornered high-pipe chimney floats a fire's smoke
With no purpose but assurance things are running

Machines spread fifty yards across
With parts a ton a block a set
Once clanging and crashing when pieces choose slip
Now tinker in perpetuum on knacking support pins

Every day the trucks roll out in directions universal
While one entry door is trafficked far too thin
Foundation never sways under flood nor fire
But ceiling cracks drip onto wheels and cranks

Despite red metal the parts never halt
Till pulling switches ceases all violently
A sleeping building ever-humming in a generator's care
Forgetting daylight duties for a time

Product after product is absorbed by the masses
Craving without knowing any are asking
Old mechanics fashion new equipment noiselessly
And no repairman will soothe the groaning cogs

One Hope


As days grow cold,

Nights grow silent.

Warm summer stars

Now fade to grey.

The wind’s great breath

Bears icy end.

Black rock valued

With gift of life.

Motions slow while

Flames are dancing.

Stillness broken

By crack’ling hearth.

Desolate cold

And frozen to touch.

Beautiful viewed

With glass between.

Sweet, drifting flakes

Of Hallmark’s pride.

Slicing current

Turns sugar sour.

One’s lone escape

Rests package small.

Unflickering flame.

Pureness of heart.

Mania


Not now.

Can’t let them see.

Can’t let them hear.

Can’t let them worry.

 

Blink away tears.

Swallow sobs.

Still shaking hands.

Remember to breathe.

 

Crippling sadness replaced.

Anger crashing down.

A bite to the hand.

A jab to the heart.

 

Mind tries to take control

With praise and logic,

But dry clouds rule.

Harsh winds are all I hear.

 

Now the headache.

Enough to remind me.

Calmness forced to surface.

Pool emotion in the head.

 

Another time may come

To release pressure,

Let the mountain fall,

And collapse.

 

But not now.

Not when they can see.

No one can know.

No one can worry.

Bottled Life


Bubble, ripple,

Shimmer, shiver,

Balance, form,

Stillness.


Under the seams,

Under the skin,

Boiling rage and lust

And frustration.

Distempered by motion,

The motion in the eyes

To form a glance,

A glare,

A smile.


Grazing flesh,

Glowing, soft flesh,

So youthful and longing

And hopeful and fearful.

Ready to taste and touch,

Sensation of anticipation

Of something made lovely

In the heat.


Deep inside,

Deeper than blood,

Holding truth and honor

Using love and hate,

But never,

Never lies. Except

To keep the peace.

Done in vain,

For naught, or

Too much.


Do not sit.

Stagnation holds no one.

No part or thought,

No passion or purity

Sits.

Stand, but not still.


Bubble, ripple,

Shimmer, shiver,

Balance, form,

But not stillness.

It all goes away

Too quickly to sit,

To let sit,

To forget.

Even water has an expiration date.

Intrusion


A flicker.

Loss of flame.

The room grows cold

Once the lights go out.

Muffled sounds now

Resounding clatters.

Not one shadow

For naught one eye.

Stillness savored

In knowing notion

Will be needed

Very soon.

All now silent;

But no less movement

Of blood in veins

Running hot.

A high growl

An unknown scent.

A muffled curse,

A hastened escape.

Light rekindles.

Eyes search.

At the door

Is the Devil’s dog.

Oh Fire


If fire were this hot

Every flame would explode.

The heat in every inch,

The moisture across the skin,

The dripping, molten longing.

Eyes are melting and\

Legs are boiling with

Instinct pulling lover

To god.

Hands prick with millions

Of nerves grazing nerves,

Lip taking lip,

Breath evaporating

And sticking to the brain.

A solid form takes hold

Of a liquid, blazing body.

This god can hold lava

And kiss its falling hair

And look it in the eyes

And take it into his heart.

Fire is ice compared to this.
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