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Friday, May 31, 2013

Flatline--out!

05/31/2013

Pierce the veil and slip down to the darker side.

Walking backward into a nightmare landscape.

Revered from end to beginning.

Elevated to a new consciousness, but scarred deeper than times before.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Soft crash

Do you hear the soft crash of gentle thunder?
The skeletal light reaches to ride across the purple-black sky.
Electricity creeps out from under to change every life in its electric eyes.

Bitter bitter venom masked in an ornate chalice.
However cleverly disguised it burns the palette once more.
Devouring like daggers from leached limp limbs.
Contemptuously cast with fury at the haggard old soul.
Driven straight at the mark meant to burn.
Tear down the last scraped shard of honor.
Kicked into soil and left barren and broken for the vulture's spoils.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Copper-stained

Thoughts slip and shatter like copper coins through my hands staining the earth beneath my feet.
Each ember shines - bright light satellite reflecting back the glowing belief that passes so freely.
Hard to capture every one, see how they run like rebels with a gun, and see how they cry.
Dried to the bone, and left out alone to be buried among the sepia rust tones.
Trusting in you and the red, white and blue; I’ve never been accused of not loving my land.
When will you learn son? Don’t let it go ‘cause once it has left your strong hand, you can’t reel it in.
Wild salmon streams brimmed to burst and with insatiable thirst they move against the grain.
Never again, never again, never again. Like a sieve in the sand from your tawny hands.
Let it go, let it go, and the water will flow and wash away even the most seizing of schemes from your gentle dreams.

The Ponich football show

Six sensible players defending the Blue
Although they may not move with the titanate pink staff
They still labor on... lumbering forward to pass the hours
Fields of faded gray lay low before them
Waiting for the bracing winds to signal the end
For one long slumber
Until the bright break of light peeks through the lost winter skyline

Slide forward just an inch, just enough to fall on the fragrances
Or taste the crimson on the ice once again
A hard target of lessons learned
Far too numerous for feelings to flood backwards in time

(We are) Uraninite!

We are Uraninite!
I believe that is bad.
Holler, holler at you later!
Good for her.

We are; we are Uraninite!
I know that this is bad.
Taking, taking one long last drag.
Good for her.

Are we the Uraninite?
I believe that is bad.
Saving, saving time in a special bag.
Good for her.

We lost the Uraninite?
I know that is bad.
In Moab, Mi Vida mine.
Good for her.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Peccant shallowed below the veil

When the joy passes through cloud light rays and breaking beams of happiness soon to be discovered flow like angelic arias through ethereal air.
The edges follow through masked in soft disguise clandestinely cloaked in the nonchalant choral corners.
Covered and comfortable, days unfurl in echoed epiphany.
Hope springs eternal with ambition on his shoulders.
Rising each morning with a new regalia.

The once occupational opulence that stretched far beyond an ordinary array.

Tarnished ever so slightly until eventually the toll will be taxed and price will be paid.
An enduring debt due that twists a gentle gorgeous haven into a dark worn well.
Sides slick and smooth from the grinding words that unbend and refuse to tell
The dark truths descend and slide slowly to impede.
All efforts of escape until the bare soul must bleed.
The dark scars resound until all that is heard.
Are the muted cries for salvation that reverberate and blur.
Vision clouded and songs so unsure.
Voice barely audible falls to the floor.
Sunken and sullen with grace no more.
Armor distilled and shields undone.
Lower than low now the real journey has begun...