wash my floorboards,
cleanse the sea,
imply an illusion,
frolicking free,
a moments grace is given,
misogynistic fertility,
awoken in the early hours,
awoken by me,
my self sedated,
my misery,
happenstance,
confined to a confidence that slips from depths not known,
a subtle whiff of corrosion,
corrupting focuses not met,
petri dishes overflowing,
man’s demise a given…
sacrificial not sacrifice,
the constant shifting,
the blade of a knife,
seven sides of a story,
sixteen eyes see,
a wayward smile,
tenure done,
tension focused,
away we drift upon seas of red,
sycophant dreaming,
migration from one day to another,
we mix the mistakes in with the lies,
drawn together,
better apart,
castrate and cultivate,
blessed from the start…
a single malt with a twist of lime,
deceiving ventures told with knowing lies,
a wisdom broken beneath the skin,
an unhappiness seen from the outside looking in,
broken beyond the pointed sky,
sultry looks with payment in mind,
we are given to fly,
words woven to facilitate an understand,
misrepresentation in all aspects of fact,
political assassinations without any tact,
lower-level miracles,
not magic but slight of hand,
we give,
we take,
but we never are complete…
a writing not written,
a wanting not seen,
facsimile smiles,
we harbour our fears,
and fester our lies,
the devil our saviour,
a simple restitution,
eyes on the prise,
cum covered pillows,
crust covered thighs,
there is a symphony of percussions,
music only I can hear,
the foreboding,
the forbidden,
the end is where I begin…
sand lined boxes,
salt laced drinks,
we are the experiments of a dying disease,
the human race,
not run,
not won,
a breed pushing towards our own extinction,
bleeding eyes,
decaying lies,
we are,
but we are not,
poignant reasons to why,
but no fight,
no life,
denied…
a wayward glance towards an ending you gave me,
decided upon by a power trip,
wholesome worthless whining,
poisoned waters,
lies,
deceit,
we gave all,
yet you wanted something else,
directions unspoken,
lines drawn yet not shown,
we are the dead walking,
without knowledge or fact,
a wisdom shared,
but not with those that needed it,
pictures painted without paints,
you are lost,
without open eyes,
blind,
but so are we…
harboured views of a distorted vision,
given life by a demented villain,
i waged war to the den of thieves,
victory continued out of reach,
i taught to wield the devils sword,
vinegar and blood,
semen and spit,
a solution,
revolting,
we cup,
but we cannot,
i saw you suck the flesh of man,
it scoured you as it came,
one moment,
divided by two and multiplied by a thousand,
sacrifice a few for the many,
dances,
fornificated,
we are,
you too,
braised pork and a figment or two…
pretend that were dead,
for the colour changes there,
mystical moments painted in red,
sequins glistening in the light,
a mirror image,
the witches delight,
misogynistic infidelity,
forward motion,
backwards steps,
a friction of insanity,
tidal waves,
moments upon moments,
free my seclusion,
as you make your way down to me…
memories of lesser things have given flight to that which has deceived me,
my cup lies empty whilst the decay burns through my flesh,
searing and stubbornly destroying my everything like an unending wave of impossibleness,
yet here you come to yearn away my ending all the while forgetting how I began,
blood and the cries of the mother,
my suffrage,
my pittance for prayer,
lay down before me and know that today may be silent,
but tomorrow will break free…
plastic cries,
a wet dreams surprise,
my obsession,
within depression,
knows no end or size,
whimsical in nature,
defiled inside my squared circle,
heartfelt wishing,
strangers kissing,
divine deviation of the path,
wrought with danger,
flippant blame constrainer,
your theories turn to lies,
while decay burns away your eyes,
suffocate the hand that feeds,
demented virtue allowed to run free…
clumsily disconnected,
forcibly removed,
a future within a decaying box,
ashes in the mouth of life,
let that pretty smile wash away the tears of a plastic tree,
do it again,
see it fall,
don’t fake it,
a goodbye that’ll last,
walking away in an ache,
friends made into a belief,
crimson in design,
violent in flair,
a pain unopened,
trust impaired,
the delicate shower…
impurities lessen me,
the spark of wonder I cannot see,
the decay of all things,
crest fallen warriors on the road to victory,
from a war they’ve already lost,
mirrors reflecting back at me,
shame not worn by me,
I never faltered,
I never fell,
symbolistic souvenirs,
my wisdom unimportant,
I grant the flower water,
but hide it from the garden,
you seek,
I see,
fleeting nuances,
my forever disease…
rose covered fields,
hands open over the coffin shut,
we dance to grieve the passing of ourselves,
a kaleidoscope of unknown feelings cascading upon the last,
breathing underwater as the world falls in upon itself,
a gage to read insanity,
a tell to show all,
colours changing like a wave riding the tide,
eyes blind to the waste,
melodramatic innocence ensured we keep living in a world that’s getting so small,
mirrors replacing windows,
doors no longer open,
purity drawn on the label,
a sea of insanity,
as we protest death,
why can’t we see the joke,
that started with our right to be free…
twisted demise,
sutures over wounds healed,
we question when the answers are obvious,
love the bad news,
regret the new,
my fist was full of hate,
it found comfort in your face,
we balance the many lies,
trash talk to disguise,
buried heads in sand,
a card game without faces,
the head of the table bends the rules,
days begin when the other ends…
leather trails along my hide,
forsaken grimaces,
illuminating wisdom,
you cough and I relent,
give back not take away,
I was lonely when you came,
I was lonelier when you stayed,
a pocket protector without a pocket,
somewhere different,
something stale,
yoga infused cum shots,
masturbation is not denied,
but pleasure cannot be made…
sickly sweet with a woven hoof,
I lay down beneath the candle wreath,
pleasantries aside you give to me,
wayward glances lost in substance and abuse,
caffeinated nightmares,
tailored suits,
platonic,
electronic,
manipulation complete,
we wanted,
we waited,
destiny in a handbag,
life incomplete…
I silently stood within this suit I call me and cradled the child I was as he disappeared inside,
no warning or ignorance,
no standing ovation or cheer,
the adult that I am forgets or refuses to connect the dots of who I was to who I am,
layered hate,
flimsily forgetfulness,
bathed in the stink of what I cannot be,
and who I cannot see,
laboured moments,
a mess of pathetic personified,
I wish,
I want,
I forget,
I am who I never dreamed I’d be…
the withered husks of a lesson taught showed me synchronicity was the motionless key,
we waded through the sunless snow to find the demonic nest that has taken so many a kin,
clandestine destiny shrouded in not the blood of our enemies but that of our children,
we felt so righteous even when we knew that what we did was wrong,
tomorrow revealed its twisted face like the beast did the night before and I saw the hint of a god in its touch,
and even though I knew my journey was complete,
I knew my suffering was not over…
This was prompted by Fandango’s weekly prompt. You can find the fine fellow here!
Sequences out of sync,
after before I think,
a window with no glass,
places somewhere nowhere last,
wisdom not given or earned,
powerful moments,
sunsets lost in the darkness of the blind,
a feeling of warmth without touch,
perplexing questions asked without design,
hooded figures standing in a row,
my sins forgiven,
my hate purpose free,
pomp and circumstance,
the child can go in for free,
but not me….
Fear of that fateful curse,
a wrinkle in the fabric of self,
there is no escaping destiny,
for it has been decided before life began,
a sordid story of fate repeating,
cascading shadows of what was,
but not will be,
I am a one armed bandit not paying out,
signal my fornication,
an ending,
a start,
was I a wish given life,
forever forbidden to live,
pass the mirror and show me your reflection.
for my own has deserted me,
and all I see is a dying thing,
given a pathway,
hidden in a lie…