I got caught in the fantasy
Lost on a cloud of words made from mountains
Hung up on a respect thought ever binding
Stuffed into a small corner clawing my way out
Singing songs about rainbows through clouds in cryptic visual hypnotics
Lost in a cord that vision created and lifetimes set in motion
Left out in the cold to be cast as nothing and nobody
Though bodies warmed nights that hearts would link memories
Another stone thrown into the ocean to send ripples towards the next galaxy
Confession of secret passions locked tight in lips covered in black ink and pink erasers
Lost to all decent speck of caring that shoulders burdens laid on pillows and blankets
Sliding doors and string dimensions make peace among the trap of repeating the same monotony against the window
Routine and stale banter lets the mind take rest in never giving up the pedestal and gracing the path of partners parting ways in the dark
Forgetting is not forgiving and history always repeats when repent is left to the weary
Slivers of shadows sprinkle in dreams undone and phantoms pushed to the back of the bus
Seeping from under the seat with google eyes peeking out like schoolgirls pranking unsuspecting boys, mooning the bus driver.
When the hate moves away what fills in the gap
Mr Baldwin said it best
Forced to deal with the pain no longer held at bay by the judgements cast on you
Opinions left to the imagination but never verified for the convenience to a wounded child.
Rhetoric overheard at the diner pulling the puppet string over the eyes to not make contact on the way out.
Close up gives sucker punches to the voice box saying clever catch phrases to maneuver the body away from looking under the hood.
Hold on to the sweet self righteous rage
Mrs. Brown wanting us to do it better.
Pulling up love and compassion under the might of separation cost too much pride.
Uncomfortable reverence walking softly past a lineage of hard nails and peaceful division.
Disposable life symbolic on the grocery store. A shipment of heartbeats to be restocked next week.
Wild and daring to fall and get up even after the dirt from the road flies out from under screeching tires quick to leave breath in the dust.
All one in the secret divots that death reveals, yet our ability to exist weighs solely on those others who keep pushing hate into the gap.
Scared to face the pain.
Less than human.
Programmed to do it and exceptional to wipe it clean.
A whole world past good versus evil and a new standard to inspire those pesky Others to see a small mend in the gap
To find brother and sisterly love.
New love spark
Liking the potential of it all
Draped in fears pushed down for at least a few days
My haze brushed the whiskers of your haze
Wobbling past each veil of past them and they, trying to not sabotage emotion
Too much too soon
Not enough as the dawn breaks
Coming up for air to figure out what is real and how much illusion laid glimmering in the eyes
Wonderment enchanting but timid in cycles left to ages of been there done this
Learning a bit from mistakes of youth
Tripping again over eager desire desperate to not look so
checking the boxes hoping to fill all that Virgo Venus makes for fairy tales
Remembering scores go in each direction and imperfections make good pillow talk
wait and see has never been my strong suit but maturity makes my effort pat me on the back
simple joy in the exchange caught by surprise and the baggage yet to tempt the risk of being hurt
all the markings of something worth knowing and anything less is a heart not touched
gliding in the water with ears tucked just below the noise to watch the clouds decide which direction the sun and rain must peak around.
That mirror points to poison
Making potion locked into sap of a maple
Ironically the first represents the last
Creating the puzzle and all jagged edges that allow the fun and frustration to begin again
She is he
He is she
With a thin veil giving different perspectives to the outside
Each containing both on the inside
As above is below and above brings below to the surface
We see infinity stretched into dimensions that all lead back to cells in the body
At the gates of the medicine wheel
Broken open at each pass to the south
Colors skewed at youth in the arms of the grandmother
Trust built on two thrones driven by the fire
Stardust casting invisible walls to rage against
Broken open to loose control of fragmented opinion to dynamic confusion
Combustible under a blanket of feathers and beds made of tree cover
Misty windows pointed toward the dawn
Tinted black for hiding to take flight
Broken open in death while living surrendered to the word
Replacing the journal of time and records in the ethers
Touching light just long enough to see past shortcomings manifested in maddening swells
Warm hearted to embrace the ground keeping the senses in check
Broken open in body and blood
Left to echoing snapshots of a chaotic space lost to the electric lobes vibrating the drums at night
Grabbing tightly to tiny fingers looking for the volcano of feminine essence
Broken open by fears and Holy Spirit thatched calmly with the sound of distant thunder
Hanging sparks of danger in captivated observance, locking feet in place determined to swim
In the open
Flagging prayers plotting a course just beyond knowing
New roots coming on the heals of monsters and sagebrush
In the broken
Spots running across the scent of lilac in the doorway to mystery