On envoyages of a friend Part 1

I steam in the sun
It burns my brain cells
It burns my stem cells
Thus I reach no further
Only rattling hollow
with the resonance of my bones

Astonishment amounts
as I hear the tiniest echo
and I find my bones hollow
Puffed now
on the overripe gibberings
of dusty old lips
From a crusted age of wanderlust
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A separate discomfort

She haunts me
She haunts me from a cave of unadulterated good
I haven't left the cave yet
Wonder if I should.

Give me the gates to find my way 'round
Tortured by a witch under the mound
hidden in by the pulp of confusion
Sundered attempts to right this confusion

Sifting through
Sifting through a photo album
I haven't seen her yet
I know I'll find sum

Rustic dinges held away by rusty hinges
When will my sea come to me
With sun's reflection of poetry
Cannablastic maddness in a jail cell

I hear a piano
I hear her playing me a song
I haven't heard it yet
It's mine

cataclysm screeching from pedantic reaching
She kills me with each imagined kiss
Don't leave me like this.
Don't leave me like this.

My hummingbird

I've been buzzed by a few birds that hum,
but none flew like this one.
See the concentrate fanaticlast
riding sidewind
Flitting fit for an upper-caste.
Yet a bat I am.
A black soarer
Night horror
Terror of the samarkand
She holds me in wisdom
Pulls me tight within.
Lips full of quips
like heirloom ships.
And while the day grows dim
She rips away worry
Sailing like fury
Peacefully playing a hymn
Look at the state she's got me in.

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The hummingbird, from a distance, appears as one
of the most graceful and mysterious beings of the
world. As one looks closer, they see wings beating
like madness incarnate. She flies in any direction
she wishes, evading worries of most birds with
darting alacrity. Up close, her gentle flight sounds
more like the roar of a wild animal.
A potent talker,
A graceful walker,
with seemingly magical deviance to boot

This is why I attribute such a creature to you.

Retreat

On a clay capsule parchement
a dead hum tunes to me
he sills samely sallow sonorously.

Retreat from a flack-maddened clasp of a face
I sit to fill my comfort zone
an unhampered paste.

To sty on my throne
to leave everything alone
That's home

Waiting

The sun of blare

To turn the sight blue

Wheeling around the sky

Waiting for the day to end

Flasks of emotion

laden to the shelves

Surrounding the house

Waiting for the beams to bend

Capitol cities

Towers of might

Challenging heights

Waiting for foundation's rend

Whole-less completed

now full to the brim

Shining dull

Just waiting for the world to end.

Drop

A ripe droplet
Picks up energy
Shifting shapes

Slow harmony
Slights its sailing
Write where to fall

Earth could have smiled
Fall could have pined
Silence, Comforted.







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I've been gone for a week.
With this week away, I've been a little afraid.
I seem to be losing the fresh mind I once had.
But it can't be all that bad.
I just want to keep in the motion of creation.
And never stop.