sinking
i feel the vertical
horizontally
i drop, going forward
into the present of past
into the front of time
quicker
as i move slower
seeking the essence of what
it means
to be
me.
May 25th, 2016 § 0 comments § permalink
sinking
i feel the vertical
horizontally
i drop, going forward
into the present of past
into the front of time
quicker
as i move slower
seeking the essence of what
it means
to be
me.
May 22nd, 2016 § 0 comments § permalink
A bow wave of solitude
An atmosphere, of truth
A conduit for the beautiful
Within the nourishment, of youth.
May 14th, 2016 § 0 comments § permalink
A diverse composition
A layerd, effect
Reflect apparitions
Of a timeless –
Respect.
May 7th, 2016 § 0 comments § permalink
Through the eye
Of our history
We struggle to free,
The presence of meaning
From the answers,
We see.
April 24th, 2016 § 0 comments § permalink
On course distortions
Of direct,
Dispersed source
Distracts from the motions
Of indirect,
Produced force.
April 10th, 2016 § 0 comments § permalink
Cold
And alone
A captured shimmer, of home
In the depths
Of time
Within a frozen, sublime
Is a voice
So distant
Its gone, in an instant
And an silence
So loud
It thunders through, its cold shroud.
April 3rd, 2016 § 0 comments § permalink
The density of heat
Within a radiated shell
Determines the status
Of present,
By reforming
The presence
Of hell.
February 28th, 2016 § 0 comments § permalink
Radiated colors
Falling backwards, in time
Seek their new positions
In crashing landscapes
Re-aligned.
Radiated visions
Rocking inwards, inclined
Greet their fate solutions
Through arcing shadows
Re-defined.
September 13th, 2015 § 0 comments § permalink
One’s gravitational fence
Is often condensed
By a measure
Of our spiritual
Sense.