Puddle Mesh

Sweet sensations,
rain drops,

a melody of waved patterns,
the waters crest,

a familiar voice,
the strangers death,

heavy breath,
staring at the echo's,

locked mind of a tenor,
tense enuff to sharpen,
knives off his temple,

blunt offering,
holding a pious soul,
with the sodering uneven,

the seams breakpoints,
bleed when the light beacons,

spraying rays from dusk to dawn,
to these spawn of demons,

that melt in a pot of their own
inner convictions, leaking something-
seemingly convincing to my hearing,

a death reborn,
phoenix wing beating,

on cloudy drums to the beat-
of the shining sun,

like life is the all,
and we are just the one,

equilibrium action's,
where action acts like a phantom,
a double shadow,
suprizing you at random,

when split decisions leave you,
saying "what was that outcome"
the last result is summed up in
equation undone,

I guess regret is defined,
by the action of your own graphic pattern,

like tree stump innards,
circling your outer saturns
symmetry,

enduring these points of gravity,
with feelings of no depth,
an actuality begat off a duress,

bereft of a conscious that was lost,
frost off center in the chest..

clarity's precipice,
deppresed,restless,
with these welts that line
my foreheads focus,

the progress of a blow,
leaving you in slo mo,
frozen,
while the world rotates,
on its axis-
spin,
all because you cant let go,
and hold again,

dark reign origin,

adjusting this token halo,
labeling this broken angels
intro,

inconsequential:

with many angles..

close crys of a baby's birth sent,
A teething tenant,
slanted,since the umbilicals's
tentacles were ripped to the dent,

staggering up these rickety stairs,
step by step,crawling in this god forsaken mess,
growing his legs, while splashing in the stank of dregs,


The journey slowly takes you to whats next,
an arrival where nothing is merly left,
nothing was right,
the emptyness,
the droplet of water,
cascading off your eye lids held tight,

The lashes flick and your eyes take flight,
the fire burns dim,the flashes of smoke skim,
a darkness that shines bright,nights of raining
thoughts that snuff light..