astound

i cannot abide some
trembling throat guttering
glimpses of some things unknown
in opted ignorance rises chorus of a temple set to worship
airs of its salty breath reminiscing on some
old hypocrisy, or some obvious insecurity:
all things simple, sincere, and unsurprising,
almost upsetting in all
of its
unawares
and urgent uprisings.

but then i choke, a
sense of reaching out beyond my
place to hold,
in peaceful relation with my
spirit caste;
incapable of letting go.

perhaps it is so much our similarity
that tears us from our truest sense of
shared humanity as dearest friends,
but for some joy that never seems to see itself
in this sordid competition that will never cease to end

my

the way of things must stay the truth
in order to officiate the
distribution of the goods of which
i am privy to!

to think that i've spent quite some time in
quiet racing hoping thoughts that unfulfilled will
crown the path to some uncertain fate of mine

this sacrifice cannot be made, for the sake of
this labor unbade

but to believe my luck will change
will necessitate some concession made
and to believe my fate to chance
the sacrifice my life advanced

this this this

every wednesday cries
some hands outreach for breaking bread
but will suffice some bit of poison to pacify this
urgent dread

aggression

there is a hammer in the eye of the sky;

its gentle push when eyelids flutter in
the breeze;

rocking, swaying,

as if humming to a
beat.

and so bend,
clouds solemn, in a sullen downcast gaze;

bundled up in urge suppressed,

and mottled with some darkened hints
of undisguised irreverence.

brilliant

this coffin lining muffles unnerving voices rounding 'bout some
stiff remark served underhanded, cold and comforting, some satisfying genius stroke of the ego and its own.

western points

some five crown stars, adorned by wisps of graying clouds,
will desperate cling to the auburn sky,
determined by the will of god:
"you who will be near to me
will be set to path at the height of glory".
for fate will often indicate
a future black with tears of gold,
and thus unworried, unoccupied
with the spread of time's unfurl