Deterioration stalks the withering stone the world of pyramid, Stonehenge and eye gray cataracts fill voids in a milk-like layer arthritic grasps for the indifferent we stare in stun at the past the accelerated scare while fog stays adrift, carried along with its promise dreaming in the remembrance the absolute of color our future grey and tarot touted stuck just out of reach as the hour draws nearer
have You Your monument, flesh of stone preserved the pyre burning pre-built with extra care and joists ...
Fold Winters breath between hidden valley Beats break like no other across the literal back
We rode the eventide, smoke,sin & skin lost indentations that no longer remain pierce the lonely mind solemn statues, ornament objects shine to shine in the dark with widening iris shook across hyper'ed flesh, every bump rises The beast of two backs, painted artisan aplomb kiss me empty with once-upon-a-time- loss
The cretin emerges swallowed in sweat a token of appreciation where Mary...
I held roses for the dying heart a bruise emblem sleeve to footwear
O Wizened Entity, placed in greatness long may those eyes protect, bless and save thee.
Gatekeepers watch, awaiting those that book passage into hidden garden grove thy wooden wise one we place our faith to Your protection hearth of spirit, looking glass divine we Your children,dress Your spritely visage emblazoned emblem, totem to All Faith She The Goddess praised within place
Wield thy sword and shield for the day has come O Yes... another one
Crop-circles form over an even-edged field while blocks roll further down laden paths row upon row, blade to soil, crease to fruit beckons spoiled labor, whisper those not over-turned -ever blacken the stalk as dot the eyes remain this ash of monument sense to pride glow to shimmer, flickering mosquito race the inner glaze within the jar of hope for an outside contaminated world
I the child of green fit fine to forest floors the bed of moss under Mother of pearl crush leaf to folded arm we stretch together every vine tip to tree the mushroom morel and may-apple dram that Ash and Oak press on the weight of them staggers this lay of land I watch the holler meander down protected valleys, kissed by honeysuckle and silver bedded streams we eat of raspberry, blackberry and elder licking sweet nectar whilst thinking jam tap slowly the maple tree and let firm the sap sugar-cubes to hand awaiting Winters...
Spread thy deuterium wands upon the glass we both have gathered many grays the gold of the ancients still tug you back held firmly, we remember the touchstones one by eye, two by mind we meld within were worlds welded despite fractures in time
Woe with ritualistic meals we share the pain collecting cost spread betwixt conclave none say, none know , which sin is delivered shadows of the past coat over ghost-like from the veil meats of flesh brought torn as delicacy juice runs salted down the bent arm I...
Mysticism flows through tear dripped leaves psalm sung umbrella periodic whisper sails billow open pliant comb, Homeric passage weep in woe, thine eye wave upon wave with hope dye
a stain preservation, set to stone love, trust, secure salient shoulder without hint of ohms signature we flow forward and bold face to flame envelopes, Faustian fed fire sold to the journey, written on bone
Gold hues with soft laps from giving blue, spread out like fingers lay a low calm whisper its serenity, whistling peace through leaf and tree
I have lived this, bear the mark-blood to soil an arrow of rock stands in testament for mid-river fishing the row gathers as netted vine captures bounty so slow goes the bronzed one, setting fire upon glass we breathe deep in silhouette watching the magma shine fall to the past
Blight borne of ignorance from smokestack lightning carves desperation from new-found traditions