Weary, cataract blind eyes: that have witnessed the simple unfolding truth and decadence persisting.
Into dust and ashes we have returned: only to blown into anther's body, a soul rekindled to learn and suffer anew.
With hands; with eyes upon each palm, a distraction, the stars echo prayers and blessings stretching across another generation birthed fresh and yowling.
The power to destroy: to nourish: to enlighten the seed of hope that flutters into the midnight air's whisper.
The deepest of concentrations: to find the open door within the maze of chaos in choice; in the reflection staring wildly in accusation at each and every one of us each morn.
The couple lies frozen: entwined with the fragility of molten glass, or a mosaic floor only to be inhaled like the striking scent of love.
An embryo with petalled, mal-nourished flaky fingernails, allows a single murky tear to slide slowly within the blackness of its cosmos.
The cries of mourning, even of our own lives are unheard, lost like the strings of a violin during a storm: within the wholeness of the memory they etched.
Naked branches reaching towards confirmation and security: are touched by sunlight, by snow, by night by sweep & bitter winds and death herself.
The earth is fathomless in its infinity, a slippery, smooth multi-coloured fish held too loosely.
Each second brings about a change: shadows lean, prolong, and eventually decease.
Even the blackest moth could be injected and dusted with the richest and most exotic and mysterious of colors that alter every sensation of our perception.
I own nothing, but behold the universe in a single breath.
Pride in the fiercest of human survival and achievements: motherhood; fatherhood:
Humbling and a scar of superiority.
Time unravels in its creation, unquestioned, wild without remorse.
A metropolis of lights: cars flowing like fish in an ocean onwards to somewhere unknown, perhaps..... Home.
They wear their masks before embarking on their personal journeys: grotesque as imaginable: a slash of a gashing smile; the cherry smear: mud caked as camouflage:
Stress eroding the soul before a break-through or break-down.
One may not fit in with the everyday rules anymore: discarded to the streets, becoming the forlorn prophet who has no more to lose but beholding a crown.
Forever enraptured in the throes of a fall, their masculinity has no resonance as they never breach the awaiting surface of the artificial waters.
A sacred corpse of a little girl with her matted blonde trusseles: all powdered in her golden casket growing wearier daily, boredom thriving in her face, the valleys deepening beneath her eyes, when all she wanted was a good-bye kiss.
We have all been cloned into a society of buy now, suffer daily, don't forget to smile whilst being butchered, with a silver daggered tongue.
Battery fed, broken, sterile, skinned:
All misdiagnosed; except the middle eye that perceived through the anomaly of Time itself.
There is no heart within the hive of factory lives.
Blatant lying lives, we feed like gluttons, or starve off the hurt, may the prayer bells toll for this sorry existence.
She was a happy child once: he proclaimed during her wake, I hear chants across the mountains and a gold-peaked temple looms so close, my heart leaps again.
Rivers of pollution; rivers of purification: a girl with dreams that betray her prison or confines.
A fuck-doll lined up with others in shelves pristine temperatures awaiting a donor, MasterCard's and addresses to be forsaken; I will not betray your secrets, a vagina like a confessional, pure instinctual absolution.
Have you paid the price for your sins or your ancestors yet?
Dawn stirs rushing with remembrance and sacrifice.
God sigh's a prolonged sigh as light filters through stained-windowed cathedrals adorned with plated gold leaf.
What is the weight of pain?
Another pistol sold, what price does my soul fetch?
If the wise man directs his gaze in my direction, I will not run or turn away, but forever remaining in silence.
Bullets drizzle: reminiscent of screams of rage and betrayal.
Why must we resort to wars, stars, medals, flags, recitations, timing, with no self-discipline?
The soldier that wakes every night: having replaced his childhood with blood, and the stench of amputated limbs and the babbling of fear and anxieties.
Our society has turned our lives into ruins of eternal decay and humiliation:
We long for wings; underwater breath: the realness of freedom.
Or drugs for escapism: making us oblivion to the meaninglessness of our daily rituals.
Are you not tired my weary traveler; gratitude has grown from your heart, life given without you voicing your need?
We have no race, no religion, no color, no culture without the simplest gift of all, that of compassion.
Spinning all like dervishes without a compass till a path unfolds and a bolted door opening to reaching fingers grasping without pretense.
Cherubs huddle together, Buddha all-seeing and encompassing, patience for a united vision.
The winds blow and the footsteps impressed in the sand are erased till another traveler is called.
The awakening of a universal dream...