Relativity

Outstreched with fingertips

touching..

Celestial emptyness

a fragrance

so

distinct..

nostrils flair

the mind races

the heart paces

with no think

no speak..

the only utterance of air..

are bodies moved by the motion

inbetween..

lines disappear

and reappear..

the creator

must be shifting

his paradigm

with a stare

looking at stars

beyond the brillance of radiance

with an ajar

thought

fingers stanced bent..

so perfect,

lucid,illuminations

lighting his inner pages.

the notebook un opened..

writing electric

the love lashes

across

animated

ashes

the backdrop

of a burnt

manuscript..

the calling that slowly aches..

an equation of all.

where nothing matters but

the fall..

walled in

like 1nesol in skin

comets collide forming

jupiters grin

the cold planets

are planets

until untolerated

ask pluto,

in the system

amongst minor children

holding the flag

favoring

the unlimited objects

outside my axis...

anchored by aimed targets?..

nowadays i let the ambivalence sway..

fingers are fists in the darkness

when eyes are no longer on

display..

regardless.....

Message In Motions

Run the gamut

words slashed in papyrus

from hands seeped semi odorous

pierced from thoughts

pieced from cordless

emotions

gorgeous

gorged off the flesh

expressive tense

defensive in..

out.. laments

still stressing the need

to vent from glassy orbits

keypush to coding

vitruvian doodle-ings

nitroglycerin sketchings

expanding..exploding

on avenues,whilst walking

my message in motions

Scales

Hold my thoughts close to my chest....
barely breathing with a focus exasperated..
walking sedated..tainted by the day lit.
sitting half twitchy,the other side waiting
to switch,
imma jumbled amalgam of vapors..
solids..liquids..gasps..all strained thru the shakers..
stressed by how the calming centers..
off keel..with no numbers..
to show how numb i feel as i stumble..
suttle..slighted by an iris crumpled..
sight is 20/50 vying for that tunnel...
the light..at night..of a flickering channel..
the candle..as i reach for all my notes like hands on
a piano..
hands that’s shallow..
in the deep end of my hearts hollow, left with no air to swallow..
empty gargle..as i grapple..an hold this duress..close to my chest
was thought to be adept at taking a test..
but its nights of unrest .. unrest.. un-rest..
upon layers and layers of..acceptance..acceptance..acceptance

Strength

Destroying the dense..

with a tense teeter of

telepathy..

eradicate..apathy

gradually.

free thinking

Lou Rawls

lonely roads

feet froze

in a glimmer

of the night

imposed,,lackness

last writes..

when i cant snap

off the pen..

with a penmenship so precise..

i have a penchant to be amazing..

imagine words without this

placement..

its like imaginging,

imagination.

a view from the origin,,

the oracle of creation,

falcon status,,

divine Ramses,,

Ozymandias

situation..

Exodus..

lonely statues..in the wilderness,,lets face it...

because in the straits of todays cadence..

nobody rivets the parameters..

the way my gears guide hammers..

the machine amongst amateurs..

dedicated in a world of scavengers..

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..