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Onward Downward Falling

“dizzy vertical drops” 

The air in my head formed a pretzel,
salty and fashioned like hard bread,
unbundling my sanity on the fall
Onward, the memories  plunge into me.

 

wind howling with ancient tempest
all purpose taken by the scooping clouds,
I feel my neurons screech criminally
they break and crack, raspy; crunch.
Onward, the sky screams into me.

 

Into the dizzy blue, all past above,
controls blasting away from memory
panicked knots of visions hot, singeing the sky.
Onward, the Earth plunges into me,
one shadow flickering through sharp branches.

Hungry Fox

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She feels the dreadnought.
An electric secret from the dark,
pushing her haze aside
and the cages on her heart
still as the heartbeats inside.

 

But her private darkness melts
like an anchor unbolted.
The exertion strobes senseless
from her every fiber on skin.

 

Velvet joy and swelling touch,
her world extends alluring,
loose every bond to shadow
and she feels the world pound.

 

Every feeling, she feels double,
passion bright white knuckle,
undoubtedly meshed  with  others,
like the ocean shoving senses offshore.

 

Mists of Maleficent

“a poem about maleficent”

From mists to mists, the maleficent
black like scraps
of night cast down, she swoops.
 
She sleeps in sharp brambles,
soaking in a darker nature
waiting for her peace to pierce.
 
Whistles of fresh death flush
on the song of the black bird,
claws digging into her shroud.
 
She listens like snow under the sun,
soaking in her darker nature;
waiting for her beauty to die.

Bridge

“A man is down on his luck, cast out from his home, cast out from his family, his job. He seems to be at the bottom of everything, the very pit of despair. He is ready to kill himself, he’s got a bridge picked out and everything.

And then along comes Mephistopheles, offering him another chance at life… for the single payment of his eternal soul. <3″

 

Bridges are meant to keep us
safe from the ravaging waters.
But when the waters look safer
than the concrete cruelty above,
we weigh our pain on scales
and set sail to somewhere deep.

 

But what if the world could flip?
When the bridge and waters change,
and the second chance beckons,
and a handshake begs for mercy…

 

Then the life is reborn,
in a form of something odd,
but alive in some way different,
like a shadow unthreaded.

Relax

“It’s 10 pm here, it’s still light but I can’t see the sun anymore, it will probably be dark soon and I think it’s going to rain later, as I can see dark clouds gather at the horizon. Right now it’s still warm though, so I’m enjoying every last minute.

I’m sitting in my backyard in my lawn chair, browsing reddit, listening to the birds tweeting, hearing the church bells toll in the distance, my cat is purring at my feet and I’m drinking a fine whisky. My wrist injury doesn’t hurt anymore, but I’m going to leave the bandage on for a little while longer. I just saw a bat fly by.

Life is good.”

The flocking clouds fly leisurely,
like songs of a lost church bell
looking for the beautiful distance.

 

The purring of my cat warms me,
as much as the drizzling whiskey
calling me to listen to every bird chirping
and follow every shadow of the bats.

 

This is the time of perfection,
and this is when I breathe it,
and let it slowly exhale
and feel the earth wind slowly
around my lawnchair.