ShimmerEvery step taken hits like a tidal wave, every breath amplified makes your eyes water, every movement makes your skin crawl. Let us not mourn the dead, for they come for us in our sleep, they spread their shadow across your feet, tread softly, for they are spread beneath your feet.You observe it all from the top, the bottom or the middle, the pain, the suffering, the death, you observe it all. It stalks like a predator, and we are running away from time, out of time, but it takes too much time, always too much...It closes in, a shimmer, a glimpse, the flash before your eyes takes the form of the claw, and the following wound takes the form of time, the wound gets bigger, and smaller, until it implodes and explodes into the end.The end is only the beginning, and the beginning has clearly endedtread softly, for they are spread beneath your feet......
The Translucent Form~ Dedicated To Charlotte KahnYou shimmer with mysteryYour eyes glaze with wonderI wish i could figure you outFor just a little longerYou fade in and outYour presence invisibleI wish i could figure you outFor your voice is unmissableYou lighten the moodYour existance lightens the toneI wish i could figure you outFor you always seem to be aloneCharlotte, you are the bowl of waterWhich lies just out of reachCharlotte, you are the keyWhich just wont fitCharlotte, you are the waveWhich wont touch the beachCharlotte, to like a manIsnt a crime, is it?
I Am Alive~ Dedicated to Stacey ClarkeOh sisHow you are the lightWithin the darkHow you are the pureInside the uncleanHow you are the antidoteWithin the poisonHow you are the loveWithin meOh sis, you are my guide, my blindfold and my pathwayOh sis, you are my sense, my spirit and my determinationOh sis, you are my life, my support and my machineHow you are the handWhich guides the spiritHow you are the flowerWhich blooms in stormHow you are the bloodWhich flows with passionHow you are lifes fabricWhich cannot be tornOh sis, you are my water, my air and my foodOh sis, you are my feet, my vision and my touchOh sis, you are my heart, my gift.....And my love
War Of The WordGods word, the mushroom cloudThe word which will amplify its desire, its existance, its fatal touch. How many must perish in its wake, how many must have existance stripped from the bones in a wave of hurt. The horizon flashes, triggering the realisation of impending doom, they scream, they flee, if only for their own sanity.The structured lift of chasis and tree, the desperation to seek shelter from the inevitable, the panic to hide from that which seeks as champion. God finishes the game, and wipes the chess board, almost a tantrum, lives were the pieces.The coffers empty as the chess board is filled once more, the pieces are set, the trigger activated, when will our chess game finish?We lay there, still, a hollow shell
The Lost Have No HomeWe split apart, an emotional earthquake....I stare at the clock, my mind struggling to halt the hands and drag them backward, to a pain reverse, to a soothing of my soul....to no avail.Her, the pheonix, rebuilding her emotional society with ease, the drive that keeps her going. She ran a mile from the words..." I love you "She looks back, and wishes she hadnt, her mind scans her heart looking for signs of a reflection of years past, of the anger, of the suffering. Her vision blurrs, the streams form, her face becoming the pathway through which it flows, her heart runs back, her body and mind move forward.Me, the defeated, the conquered civilisation that is my heart. Happyness sails to an undying continent and latitude smears to an unrecognisable shape......death, the shape of death. The mind clouds the feelings with barters, with gambles, with maybes and hows, with a timeless void.The clock moves faster nowAnd we are an emotional earthquake....we have split apart