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.

Eternity

Never enough
Time.
I sat here
Waiting
As you withered
Away.
Sands trickling down.
Each grain weighs heavier
On my forbidden heart.
I cannot
Become your sullen
Romancer.
Image without a form.
You were my soldier of steel,
Destruction Destroyer.
Never again.
"Be my life, my eternity".
You crushed the ice castle
Within My heart.
I stay now.
Hold hands
With love everlasting.
As time
Sets with decay.

Heartbeat Warefare

Spitting razor blades,
I choke on your words.
Withdrawing my troops
A white flag of relief.

Only momentary.

Hellfire and brimstone spill
Through my tempest poisoned lips
Stained
With the blood of experience.

A fuze,
Lit and burning,
Pouring turpentine
Onto faded photographs.

Feeding the fires.

Traitors, liars, cheats
And all their gelded hearts,
Vain hopes, mistruths.
Are there really diamonds
In this smutty coal mine?

Your once crystal eyes,
Oceans of blue,
Form violent hurricanes,
Destroying
The coastlines
And watching me
Run
For safety.

You bruised my skin.
Inside me, stagnancy.
Your eyes speak
Cold contempt
With misjudged jealousy.

I pled
My innocence of heart.
Judged on accusations;
Never Truths.
Incriminations
On leaping
From beds and hearts,
Holding hands with indifference.

My protections.

You judged against
My swaddled crucifix.
Hypocrisy?
Not guilty.

You decided
To believe your own lies.
Never statistic, facts, or truth.
Then you engulfed your coastlines,
Controlling me through guilt,
And encaging my will.

Until opportunity strikes.
My razor-sharp tongue
Strikes through the chains.
But your serpent song
Slithers through my
Apple-core heart.

Spilling my viscera
Through my crimson
Blood stained shirt.
Darkened with each
Palpitation
Of my quavering heart.

To think of death is a laugh;
More of a shame
As I never quit
This battlefield of love.
No matter the injuries.

It's never a casualty;
Just stagnancy of heart.

Mutations to the Heart

Words.
No explanations.
You speak your heart
Without regard to mine.

I am not your captive.
Let me go.

Tethered to a lie.
You bind me with loose hopes.
Broken promises.

Bathe me in gold.
Comprehend my loss.
Purchasing happiness.
What a crime.

Heal. Build. Regrow.
Learning to adapt.
Mutations to the heart.
Never conforming.

Passive touch.
Your leathered skin on mine.
Recoil into my tortoise shell.
Another heart's dagger.

What was taken from us?
Can you feel a heartbeat?
Can you feel at all?
Numb.

Convergence

Collapsed.
Old Caverns
Dwelling inside.

Dripping Gold
To Heal Wounds.
You never confirmed
The intrepid tryst
Of Bees And Trees.

Unearthing bronze
Instead of Silver.
Excavation.
You uprooted
My tangerine grove.

I find complexity
Of intransience
Under foot and
Fingertips.

Step lightly,
Sasquatch.
I tip cradles evermore
Forming a crown
From withered sea flowers.

I dive deep below
Only to resurface.
Displaced.

Placid Black Lagoon,
How easily you can
Suffocate me.

To pass by
Life’s timepiece
Solo.
To be inundated
For infinity
By Another.

The Cruel
Crisp Air
Lingers
With your
Midnight Eyes.

I might never
Strike Gold,
But Bitter Brass.
Forever,
I quarry for
Obscured
Crude Diamond.