When I die don’t let it be in cold blood. Don’t let it be in vain. Don’t let anyone scream my name when they hear the news. Don’t let my funeral be without good happiness. Don’t let my thoughts be worthless. Don’t let the silent pictures of my life fade away. Don’t let the noiseContinue reading “Shine”
Category Archives: August Era (IV)
Han 570-CR
0 46075 ba5rd p5nc9d5 kaqg 4a6jd e6c0q r5 7a 7h0qj 407.d da9k 0d p65o078 p97 0q paajd c bka7 r5nhcq0l5d’ 5o568 ba5r 0d 9b 7a 0q756b657 cqe dar5 d55 4hc7 7h58 4cq7 7a’ nk5c6k8′ cqe 5o568pae8 4ha 65ced r8 ba5rd 4ckjd c4c8 407h c 65fk5n70aq 0d 7h565 r9d0n 0q 6h8r5d a6 n0bh56d dar570r5d 0 4cd75Continue reading “Han 570-CR”
Hoc Etiam
I write poems Because Long works Drain me To think wit’s soul Is brevity But in books A plot mechanizes, Every poem is up To interpret And some see What they want to, Clearly, And everybody Who reads my poems Walks away with A reflection Is there music in Rhymes or ciphers Sometimes I wasteContinue reading “Hoc Etiam”
Words Over Inches
Distance makes and breaks a lot of things It chains our reach and clouds our heads For there was that Bellingham girl Waiting for me it seemed no matter what We exchanged letters of love Across distance Where messages lost in translation Delievered mixed messages Distorted words to a person unnerved Every day one receivedContinue reading “Words Over Inches”
Solar Flytrap
Withering noise As you enter a void Full of concrete Floating on black streets As you pass through a portal Through a shield You emerge in a meadow Dead, yet an oasis of brick Water flows in a single river To cut around features built Into the dry ground And lonely town It sits inContinue reading “Solar Flytrap”
Bare Bones
Let me taste your cyanide Intimate garden between your thighs So wet from rain of aniticipation So wet as you descend from the sky And I glaze my tongue In your viscosity Your love and lust Your drive to rain Grasping for you Wanting for you You stifle the sentences Streaming from my mouth AndContinue reading “Bare Bones”
2856 Feet
We almost made it Instead it made us And it made us burn Us sore Us hurt until we Couldn’t feel ourselves Anymore
Smoke Staver
Storms clean smoke In the bellow of breeze And clouds it brings In the old rain That now purges the haze And assaults the intrusion With vanishing pollution Come sure appreciation Of the skies missed no more
Cullfield
You can’t wear it Like a coat And not expect some Holes to form And stains to stay Nor mud to cake As you fall unto Unbeaten paths You can’t expect To not stumble Through the fields Of the apex predator Without damage incurred You can’t wash it Without losing memory It’s clear but onlyContinue reading “Cullfield”
Scratched Spectacles
There is time in the eyes Hazing what is seen As an aspect of glass Filters every place Each reel of scene Is a reflection on Past misery and blemishes And fogs the lens Each scratch a virus Where tendrils and webs Are dregs and their threads Reach for the iris This infection’s intentions AreContinue reading “Scratched Spectacles”
Consume Reality! 