on consciousness' timepiece


drudgeout of disdain i've not named this inane mazedrudge
each day legs and mind muddles through, organic digression
a duress addiction, whose dead end won't offset
frozen means-
outwitting self in scheming reversals, frequent leaf-turns, sidetracked aspirations;
may repeated pacing this punish puzzle make nuclear heat and melt a portal
from frying pan comfort to new trial by fire in hell's second level


oraclebarren concrete path braced by unkempt ugly weeds swapped with chemically wasted green planes squared by parallel aluminum mesh anemic against choking carbon spewed from vertical narrow tombstones marking modern production; wood cloaked path layered with pages of leaf-turn leading tranquil traveler into misty bygones streaked with vertical narrow spires crowning serene sanctuaries succoring incense of knowledge fueling essence of wisdomoracle


convincedi hate your pecking kisses stupid staring stinking perfumed letters relentless ringing saccharine singing idiot intimations weak whispers; i'll condescendingly caress your ugly face and look patronizingly into your lackluster eyes while standing closely to make my point that, i hate this kissing... i do...convinced


dormantwarm pancake spoke stuffed sweet endearments, sand scratched love notes surf caressed smooth, stifled heard heartbeats dealt folded hands, seasoned key, unlock between us, this wood facade door that mutes morse code desperation, hollows intimate hope, false answers our future; let snowfall impart numbness, glade sunbeams spot separation, frail wind exhale frustration, woo her to unshut her soul, reveal my face repainted by romantic candlelight; know me beyond our barricadesdormant


NowhereThey were everything, the stars –Nowhere
their hope we harbored in our pockets,
and it seeped under our fingernails in the winter cold
until we bled and breathed them, believed
their possibilities cupped like fireflies in our hands – we went to sleep to them and woke to their memory, dreamed
them in between – we ourselves
piloting the ships of tomorrow.
They called us, stringing their melodies down to earth in half-remembered
filaments of color: we whispered our promises up in return, the four of us, our breaths frosting windows as we
stared up and po
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come sail away in a orb with me, over imaginary lands and deep blue seas
[link] my gallery
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Keep moving forward.
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If you haven't figured it out yet..then you have worse problems than I do..
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If you haven't figured it out yet..then you have worse problems than I do..
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If you haven't figured it out yet..then you have worse problems than I do..
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