Fragments

Before the world stops turning

Before time stands still

and shivers run down my spine

leaving a cold, I know, will never ease

Before the beginning of the rest

of my life, I just can’t possible imagine

Before the sky breaks into a million pieces

and diamond shards filter my line of sight

hurting for eternity

and take away my final light

It can just be morning.

..

Bare

a one syllable synonym of Art
is Fear

(and how to overcome it)

..

... if I could wish myself away

Change this pace

Mind numbing,

Feet stumbling,

Pain

Not just,

Please,

Just melt away

Out with the pour

Drowning by st((r)ain) 

..

 

Mashed up

Rolling drums

Vocal gongs

Warbled song

Raging Storm

Bright light

Take in lightning

Head breaks

Heart aches

Resilience aging

Unjust caging me

Back to youth

No one to sooth

Patience be gone

Ocean just run

Dunes hold on

I am all sorts of messed up

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Dream n.: a state of abstraction

I love that room,

paintshopped by hand

Every layered addition,

a work of personal art

You make me happy with your

composed sense of intricate humour

Are you aware nobody (else) seems to understand?

Go easy on the furnishings, though

They have a tendency to explode

Distraction n.: collapse from vision overload

..

Aging conquest

Show me your lines

And I show you forty-something reasons

To stop dressing up the years 

..

In my own defence

I am weak

And I am strong in execution

I hide behind my pretence

Not to notice

Solely for reasons of uncertainty

I do not know your name,

Your real name,

Through eyes that speak

Of pain and suffering,

Of want and need

A question unasked

An answer not given

A soul is missing

Its counterpart

And I am weak

In forgiving

My facing away

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Evading art

There’s an emergency exit

on the cover

of every single book I read

And I turn the handle

that breaks me free

from the jacket 

that is my disguise 

..

 

Inundate

This is a place of rain

But only if you see it

I am perfectly folded inside

In squares and rectangles

Smaller and smaller, I fit

Until I no longer feel

That jagged shape

Causing too many canyons

..

On being blind

I hear the keys that turn the lock

Docking the piano strings

In phrases

O how you sing

Your jaw grinds, slightly

When you wind down that road

From disbelieve

But I can’t see

We grieve

In dark tones

Teach ourselves

In endless tomes

On Sunday morning

You write me when it rains

Let it pour

Out of you, out of me

And drink it in

My favourite sound, I feel

You are within

Always

Within reach

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