Stark light dies gently into night

Web in the Pinhole Sky

All magic tricks traded in a smile


This mind slips for miles and miles

Down haunted highways and back again

Body shiver, blended realities

But you know I love you



Sting of the awakened dream

This kismet, a touch

Fires sparked in the breath of Heavens' fall to earth

Morning



These are things we try not to understand

In chemistry of flesh, this alchemy of you

Loneliness should never be held in honor

Wishes made on fake eye lashes



Intruding breeze graze naked shadows

Still returns, fears are often more comfort

Civility wanders, tied in doubt against the shore
  Ignited, spark against the dead dry wood called home



This cannon ball untouched

This gun unsheathed

This uncompromisable trigger

Unspoken promise sets in motion



There is but long life before us



Written across lines on occupied paper in desolate white

Theological games dissolve understanding

This, the translators spirit to scribble each design

Divinity defined in who suffers



Big moon standing still

Through the window against the cast black reflection she dances

Records slight skip, the slow song plays long

Tall candles burn past the fingers into wax, into hemp, into flesh

Blood moves through miles, drunk screams

Human incantations



Scribbled against the fallen tree

Sky blue stolen to cover naked feet

Still I get dazed when I hear rain



The Days spent to chase nights

Pleas of words blind thoughts

Ignore your insanity somewhere in the time between



Deception is a world unchanged

Mistaken conscious, well of unsure waters

And the philosopher holds his high regard

And no better is their answer



"Sewn across each thread found

Simple design

Flesh in pattern

Bound tight, this sorted nature"



And years will end till counted in regret

The ghost passes through in the scent of her refuge

Cherry wine to stained lips, still I ask for another sip



Red autumn devil steals attention from it's black ocean embrace

As thieves stand amongst us

And you, a music note still to be heard

My promise to listen

Taking tears away from each face

Spelling mysteries on the dark part of the wall

Still fears no evil, summers endure



Doors drawn on the home a rich man has stolen

Entitled to the worming trail below him

Stepping over his broken train track of forsaken tomorrows



Still I carve each effigy from soft stone and sacred wood

Spinning each grain of sand to glass

This my promised design

I pray only clarity when I seek them

My eyes and their shame



Deciphered numbers, the game of the holy

This pneumatic ideal of each cherished god

Carefully arranged in heaven's ashtray

Humanity often unhinged

Trust placed amongst the duality of every imagined poem

We are all prophets some days