I dreamt of a stone angel last night slumped to her knees I could feel her plight with head bowed long hair hung down which kept the face out of sight .
I evaporated into the past she was one of many stars from a spangled gone cast she died alone sat in her car that being her home and pushed too far once burning bright just turned quasar I guess this not right was indiffr'nt , to wrong and still is , thus far.
Fractions pass by too easily unnoticed by the mind as time flies, moves freely.
They gather to equations too massive to mentally breakdown the latter becomes what's current now you've lost all track but don't know how head buried six feet under the proverbial sand correspondence delivered but untouched by a hand D Day becomes a given you face the wall where it is written ten years it took to hit me
Like two planets cascading, directionless no relative time but we're olden love finds, the young in us new stars are made from your souls cosmic ,smashed up dust your life, my accolade elliptically framed by the energy trailed satellite Subliminal... I sit and sigh over the years now gone I say I'm fine but it's a lie I think my mind has gone.
If you hit what you should be missing then your blood it gets sniffed by big fishes parting rainbows and clinging to clouds you're deemed unstable wearing the Turin shroud .
Devoured in vaporised breath existential until a viral untimely death chimes that speak time threaten a collapse,perhaps through soul rhythms flat they have elapsed ? analogue then digital to invisible,sick signals an increased numerical that precedes a G may not mean a measurement of...
We perambulate straight into the grave we search for fate to find the correct way the early bird's now late he waits in yesterday as the Hawk frustrates about missing his gone prey .
Eyes can be vocal they speak behind the gaze expressional , emotion a lifetime in a day I look back though it's over like each second is to date each tomorrow gets older in a forecast that passed away.
Roman numerals flash in the violet sky a giant hand tocks every notch across spent time each cradle that rocked has now stopped against the scythe sinue on bone rots blood pool clots through a deceased mind.
Iron railings all rusted and wrought drag across the ground tired wailing guttural , gutted throat repulsive snags an undead sound.
Maxilla detach as teeth gnash to a lipless gape maggots unlatch hatching fast to a buzzing...
When I close my eyes will the light go out all of every seconds surprise along with assumptions doubt my memories gone my dreams back to where I came from when I go is it back to a place to belong I don't know.
Sometimes dreams are like time machines they can carry you back like music it seems .
I traveled to a church in a long gone september that dimension kind of hurts as only I can remember if this life is a bubble mine burst just like the creditor ...
It's on tap but it doesn't flow with the odd zap all things new are old so watch your back as the carpet unfolds with a finger snap , hand clap all chatted crap is back down your throat .
You were once the alchemist but I have your gold You didn't stick by this the product that you sold instead you act like it's an honour , to take it home you'll die a lonely witch wizened and all alone .
I searched for answers in your starless galaxies I returned a frozen mass...
Poetry should belong to those who understand it you should never chop wood if your hand on the axe cannot grasp it centrifugal force alone may keep the eggs in the basket but if you're swinging them high and your mind's blown it may be time to stop and start asking .
Poetry cannot be taught it's a natural skill that comes from within there's many meanings a lot to be deciphered you can't say you've pinned it and this is the wrong or right one there is no trick ...