Let the Nightmares Go

Let the nightmares go.

stuck in positions

inbtwn levels

of rare affliction

rare species

modus operandi

bottles of cherry or brandi

candy licked psychology

with the trumpet in my ear

and i cant see

drive slow.. drive fast..

but stay at the same speed

the glance will avalanche

if you stare and get snared

by the lights

flash..

It's like that tunnel vision

motionless moving

while the path laps you

consuming: dreams,aches

and everything worth losing

let the nightmares go..

staring @ the ceiling

kill the angel?

slay the demon?

am i awake

is this dreaming?

The Open Skies

Agape with the bells and whistles of a divine acuity
purity of the breath held free in the chest
it welches
us inches closer
to deaths cleft..

the symphony of equation
in the end,,
what is it thats left..

leaving traces and tracks
lord of our vices
carrying weight on our backs
so heavy and priceless

we couldnt buy the moments
in time we thunk twice
as eyelids blinked
to awkward silences..

open skies as water splatters
bawling your hands
as the enamel chatters

the chills

the prescribed animosity
trying to re invent
the clouds
with a finger pointed
at the sun
synonymously..

burning your doctrines
selling your actions
as self percieved
attonments
to lifes traction..

crisis in full motion..
tacklin entanglements
bleeding self notions..

ideas..

that race..
skampering
like masses
of paste

circling the sun
solidifying in the chase..

Agape with the designs
absolving all fates..

humming in the wind
a song changing
shape.

She Said...

She said..
life is but dream..

locked inbetween

the silouettes

the scenes...

the shadows,
the mazes ,
that are seldom.. seen

life is but a dream..

till you wake up...


..spinning like the wind
..scraping the pavement
..pushing a paper cup

pigeon stroll with the wings
on tight tuck..

lacing the locks..loosley
walking with feet free
so stuck..

dont hesitate..
take the jump..

she said life is but a dream..

but dreams die..
once you dont believe

take your breath..
just let it bleed..
take your time

an leave...
the troubles
all.......
behind .

never mind -
the day..

seize

the moment..

alive..

before its truely away..

life isnt life
if it isnt for slo decay

so love your life..
if even tho at times it leaves
you with nothing.

.nothing to say..

so i guess life is... just a dream

silent and unheard.

(a sub conscious)

from baby crying blurbs..to famous last words

(were just floating formless)

its the paramore
of a deep rest..

..timeless..

just let it go..

smile

have no regrets

stay outside the darkness

once you
close
your
eyelids..

Lit

Sitting b-side self..

cold embers..fell..

froze in the gist..

fire slumbers

from twirls

twirling

to a whisk ..

the sleeping giant

under lighting

so silent

thick lips shift

pressing dead

skin..

soft movement

a closing

eye lid

the still vibrance is felt

even when the temp dips..

the record skips

sonance of red hues

.....unlit

SuperMarketAisles

Sling a thought,elastic,

rubberband sting padded-

straight jacket.recycling.new madden,

auto sprint.multi challenged,multi tasked,

smoking in thick traffic,system blast static,

slick skin pattern slits,solvent view of the inner planets,

sweating outer limits,cute mechanisims,canabalistic visions,

wincing at promise rings.chocolate milk,chopsticks,

knowledge in the book ends,flapper curls,pearls,sunsets,

windy stringy dresses,pizzaz fabrics framed in sessions.

essence of photography,shooting black and white hues..

viewed sketchy,

bang bang uzi,

whistle blowing,

skunky,

no melody.

no meloncholy,

reasons of epiphany

whilst pushing rust wheels

sealing my undoubtedly due deraill

of a week to week pace gone snail

ooh day oh,slow maze,

phase one glow.ideas placed,

amongst the staled trail,semi stunned,

by the strobe lights blue daze,

that hazes purple knuckles,

plucking mottos that,

stay stuck to you..

stuck to u.

stuck ta ya.

No-Ink

Just a slide off the inkblot,

slight of hand fury

the same force that fully

crossed icarus to a toss

turned the wax into pudding

its candles on then cake off

sun caught the lid,,

flipped refracted into a rareform

formed un-hid,,

its the business forum of the elements

yeasting the lore into heavenly encores

so excellent

2 parts gravity

one part meteor

matter..

condensing

bits from bits

till the cooling gathers

pictures and patterns

chutes and ladders

scriptures and taverns

the avalanche of the non sequential

as the spirits call and linger

simmer in the cinder

of splatters

off the easel..

splinters,,

off the wall

spackels

off the jaw

off the switch

till the twicthing

in the pinkie cease

and desists..

the drive..the hunger..

clutching the shifts..

the countless nights spent

with the same sentence

stuck on dry lips..