Black Hole

Lost in thought
I drift with a
Red Balloon
Through the clouds
Of your conscience.

Passing memories
On my journey,
I water the forest
With fresh tears.
Remarking how beautiful
Trees
Look when they
Regrow.

You used to tell me
I’d become nothing.
That I won’t do it,
I can’t imagine it;
That the world is
Too cruel for
Uninspired ventures.

You shoot me.
Bust my bubble.
I fall into the
Weak hands of
A distressed Earth.

She catches my heart
As it falls from
Sleeves
Breaking as it drops.

No one saw me fall.

As it should be.

I’d spend
A lifetime
Lost so deep in
Thought
That the whole world could
Search
For centuries
And never find my tracks.

Sucked into
A self-created
Blackhole.
I cannot measure up
Or down.

Is it too deep to escape?
There must not be sunshine
In my cavern of flesh and bone.

and What of Destiny?

What if

I come back -

what if I circle the world,

and find your door again

to see it empty?

What if our destiny

is to watch from opposite ends,

the flooding, burning canyon

of more miles

than I care to name,

reaching

through the air,

shouting over the

roar of a world

whose people demand you

and whose frozen borders

drag me by the feet?

are we

worth resisting

the momentum

of the turning earth?

will you even want to try

, or are faded photographs

folded into pockets

the best we can do?

don't answer, yet.

don't answer at all.

For Development

Laying in his arms,
The world was still.

Ages could wrap
Around
Our leathered hides.

We live for a second;
This ultimatum.
With neon superficiality
And god-less
Flesh pleasures;

Our hearts

In comatose.

Days flicker,
Filtered through
Rose-toned slides.

Light reacts with our
Silver linings,

Revealing our
Darkest
Undertones.