Fray

Drones fogging your airs

Can sound, like brownian motion

Or soft breezes or running machines

Lie here in the blank state

Some number of times later

Whatever will become of it

May be something you call:

Plaque, Solicitor, Recurrent Filth

For now. walk pupils averse

Title it as falsehoods unknown

Or—truth inconceivable

Nonetheless, "sad" 

Can We Call This Kindness?

 

let my temporary shine be a tax to pay and glimmers through action

exhaustion of what seems not to be my reflection

holding a rose to you with thorns in my hands

thusly spake: Can We Call This Kindness?

gritted gnashed teeth to propel at an unnatural fast and colorful speed

when an unpolished iron sphere already rolls slow

and if you enjoy cheers and comforted laughter

then at my cost i shall bring you a banquet

sounds beautiful to disintegrate the ego

for no I looked so shiny and beckoning

excuse me

search, solitude, reinstalling false positives

Visionary Death

by his own visionary death

will strike himself down as a dust

yes, only glimmer and shine

with a black dark interior

this language he calls serene

erased his face

false muttered through his lips but

wince and gnashed teeth

repeat your beautiful words 

for it is gilded tar you hold

discretion

how by its very sound

little bites and itching and irritate

i find my color had been sown

smile with impatience for this beautiful plant

or you see i am something else

laugh and see

i call this day a thought

never mind a reminder

sounded like my lack

so go about your moonless night

bright with unlit clouds

You Are In Fact the Noise

As I listen to these sounds

Hear your voices too join

Seemed to come together then

Joined to part of the noise

And you become but notes and movements and fluid sound

To be nothing more than an instrument

Whose sounds are shapeless and unrecognizable forms

But exist in deliberate tandems

So be just a spectator to sound

Real real spectator

As with all, eventually, "disentertained" by your orchestra

Too with no enamor to odd presence

Eliminated your faculties in this thin box

Orchestra plays on no attendance

Yet strode out to nearest farthest reach on but a feeling

Forecast to say:

Walk 23 blind paces forward

Walk 23 blind paces back

Open your eyes

Seeing everything in the dark

Say not say

Beautiful your lips shall be turned

Not walked past the company's last ashed-over firewood

And if one passes you

"Salutations."

Walk.

Libel

He's fortunate to have lost his mouth

For once torn the very inward words

Clock ran just for her

Forcing habitual suppressions down

He retained something, but what

Ballad of Falses

Danced upon a momentary's pin as a mute

Had lips thinning upon the company

With merely eyes and ears

Appears to be the lightest sports

So true rings that realization

Abrupt sharp and sudden it is perpendicular

And tangent til ful it becomes an art

Shall turn furrowed eyebrows to say that tune

O Nobly Born it echoes

Reminder of pleasantry softest cradle

Chimes call to your hurt

It shall waterfall

At the last minutes

Let blossom tears comfort you

Symbol of foregone single walking forever

Extended hands to your shadow for longest

May it bring a swift and silent end

Beautiful I call this black screen

Dispel

Dispel the story

Diverted his eyes and ears for the lack

of what

Living on repeat until when

Lesser volumes given

And kept the dialogues aside

Hesitances flowing on paper

Shall they say "just talk"

Patience sales out of stock

Crackd to sell the songs

How To Shake Your Head

It was the best story yet

Terminus

Ventur'd through strings

Wisp tangents to surface

Upon rip'd horizon

Blessed to his flock company

Dip low its halo

Will soon mourn early vanishments

Fly with notes of the flood

Beckon here and then

Momentary slumbers chambering

Through your vestiged rifles

Down come your joys

Etch them unto your present 

Choke

Viciously quaint down upon his tissue

Crack'd a whip to quell

"Humbled be thy mind" 

From days past the lips had said

Let him not perform a revolution

For his sake, how foul his ego lay

Yet for the other, O beloved soul

Be blessed to destroy him

So beautiful when you spit acid

Otherwise trained to ego-dissolving

Yes, when the lips part again

You have found a gravity

Bounty

Every is a sickened object

Done for justice vengeant

In receiver's eye a gem

For he an ashen tar

And toss far that thing

All touched a faces gleam

Know not a deceiver

Was a mirror turned

Pursuits resumes

My hill of false banquets

Perhaps it too shall gleam

For me a facsimile joy

Token

Yet shame it swims

Manifested my wrongs

Upon an eye or two

Called it a facade

Every token is a vacuum

But particles see ilk

Thorned and gilded offerings

How I receive a plagued

Thus route revolve recurs

Shall keep bruises on the neck

Falsified hands trembling

"It is beautiful" 

Leather

stiff leather frozen this be

a leaf 

brittlest

crumbl'd to flaked powders

study too flesh 

o chips of bark

gravel falls flatter

call around it a thinking

they go round

an' i sit think 

be a mirror 

may be something special

Variation 5

Best idea be a dissolving

Wished his familiars be burned

This thought ought to choke

How outside they will be shut

Maybe temporal vanishing again

Passive hell for your musings

Or chatter observed downwind

Indeed a cruel and exhausting

And you so remained silent

That day may be as so

Perhaps it sounds better

Sending your wish to hell

Intangible Plegible

Drift at last your tangible vapors

Swirling to your distant light

Melody that molten gaze

And pause for air

Flying by drags and how

Deep single plucks

Sink your lids downward

Until next notes raise you

Once again ablaze

With internal rhythms swaying

Oh so speed a slow motion

Accelerating at slowest top speed

That cycle much spins

Just want for big breaks

Terminate to new dream

"I don't miss it"

Brightest Darkest Place

🎶 Swartz et - The Blue Light of Morning 🎶

To escape briefly to the brightest darkest place

Successfully escape just to see

That in what looks to be nothing

Contains the deepest everything

When you look, stare

When you stare, fly

Refuge within no lonely company 

For pinhole stars and crescent keep you there

Think funny how in deepest dark

There is light to make you cry 

And how beautiful you are when you cry

Mouthing the words for a moment

"I have everything I ever wanted"

Dedicated to Penny

Blade

 Silver blades ripple this tide

On a sheen like finest earth-hair

Had still been searching

For sparsest bodies on the land

Someday soon to be destroyed

On it under blinding hours

Wait for speed or wait for slow

But not a period without measure?

Remind me love to comfortably rid

Every semblance of the hands

And swim in sand

Finally days unlike the others

Run into the nearest field and

Let that wind erode you out

Disintegrated smiling dust though

Your muscles not move or face grin

You so blessedly fall

And return

Hidden Falls

 Speckling under green and wooden lightning

Rests speckled orange poppies

And bells of delphinium

What comes to think

The beautiful forest dungeon

And what will it take

Loneliest solitude there

Walk faster

Run further

Maybe they cease to be

And mute as you probe deeper

For their very being

Shatters the image

What are these cotton-like specks floating?

What fractals and lattices of green web my eyes so sacred?

Yet walk, it grows in volume

The water crashing, pouring attacking exploding

In gray-white webs and noise grained over the land

At the epicenter of the water quake

Let its roar drown your enemies

With white fervent plasma

And the body of deep stone

As you finally extend

Appears tiny yarrow canopy

And a long path, through emerald

To a clearing with sandy brown paths and silent meadows abound

And in one patch, a circle

So sit

Vibrating tangents radiate

Assemble the architects of your disk

To throw the ring of grass stars upon him and destroy his effervescent mind with light

Eyes once squinted from it now open full and

The grass reach towering as trees like bamboo

The vista's faces

So distant yet textures so brilliant like a microscopic thing

Tranquility ultimate

Serenity in silence

How sacred this vision, this view

Hunger

Formless din spills and choke from their lips

At the edge find a path 

Drop of a pin armed to fly 

What ropes you can take in

Deserve! No more needy than a 

punished or gray-black body

Ill of head and eye he whip 

Subject to none but mind bend 

Do not ask why a sky be so looked upon 

But by weary heads spin 

Something of an illing hunger

Despair Puff

 Blessed be despair puff

Who walk to his own grave

And evaporate under the sun

"What faceless things you are"

How does a word sound?

Is it a shapeless thing

Toss your speech on the ground

And smother them under wood chips

Despair puff remove yourself

To the edge of the land on the verge

Of widest deepest beige

No word sound, wood chip

Lie there oh think, think, you

Is it God, in that disk?

Snap and this world fall down

At your wish, frozen, despair puff

My stasis animation everywhere

With all the crowds gone

Come cradle me in grass coffin

Beautiful o sweet earth

Put down this book

To look deep despair puff

Find something else

Just a scratch of more