There was a circle of rain
Of fire falling
Falling from the shallow blue strain
Grasping the ceiling

Deep above the bottom
Glistening red strings of ash
Flowing inside gravity
Passing solid past

It rose to the floor
And washed the cool air
Rinsing the black space
Eating the tired stare

Until the voice was plain
Whispering old tides
Whispering to the future
Touching the metal that bides

The mist of this room
Is a shelter from the cold

A stagnate sanctuary

The wind is rough
The liquid is freezing
And the dry air is choking

But not between these porcelain walls

Soaking a stark reverse
To the world that surrounds
But it’s the difference more than warmth
That wraps one's soul and bounds
Me to that simple notion

It's the still contrast

Somewhere that is not
With sensations that sometimes exist
Where in the mist
Calmness can be caught

It seems the connection was broken
Somewhere between your glass eye
And her black hair

The fiends burnt up your clothes

Watching
And left you with a blank stare

Now you’re in hiding
Between a metal mind
And their voluptuous eyes
They pierced your consciousness

Twisted

And gave you a silly disguise

It's something that could be mended
Between the cold of space
So you could see what they ended

The vision you once adored
Behind a black veil

Lifted

Something you can't afford

In the clothing of mistrust
The donated fabric of your mind
The disguise of lust

When you breathed into the seams of my life
Did you know they would break?
Did you see the look on my eyes?
When they ran awake
Did you follow my voice?
When it flew away
When it sank into the ground
Where it is today
Or are you sleeping?
Breathing to the sky
Flat on your back
Like you always lie

It's tired
And without purpose

It's the dryness in your mind
It's the feeble stare
It's the resurrection of nothing

And it can't be woken

It's the glass on your skin
It's the mirror within
It's the face of time

And it can't be broken

It's the voice of silence
It's the touch of absence
It's the breath of space

And it can't be found

It's your aching thought
It's your gasping lung
It's your shaking lip

But you can't be broken

Movement

I've been drowning in a limbo

For days and ages

Searching for a moment
Just one lasting memory
That could stand under the water

Still

Is it something that seeks me?

When do I breathe?
Or merely exist?

I hear them all
The gulls above the clear moving ceiling
Screaming and screeching

And my mind shifts like sand

In the loudness of it all
I only wish I could grab something
Where my eyes float still

Still, despite the tides
And fixed on a fixture
A column that rises from the bottom

Something strong
Motionless

Holding without
Reaches the wanderer
Burnt in concealing sands
Desert heat breathed on to her

Her's is a violent life reduced
Within the dry mist of death
Behind sun cracked lips
Inside a tasteless breath

She seeks beyond the veil
For things she cannot see
On top the sifting dunes
A sickness running free

Iron chains dissolved
In the harsh time of sands
The thick links fell below
Free branded wrists hide the hands

Each foot stumbles slow
Hands drown in a barren ocean
Attached to nothing more
Than a dry eroded motion

Here you are
And here she lives
Locked freely in burning fragments
For a vision you couldn't give

Breathe

If we could breath once
I could hear their tongue
If I could see your voice
I could touch what you've sung

But the sounds are so stuck
In my sight cut sweet

I can accept bad luck
Love the hate of defeat

And the air of your eyes

It falls like blue rain
Until my wishes die
And my mind can’t complain

Only to fall up again

And now I’m poised
Under your stinging lids

Moist with noise
Dry with silence that lives

Inside our voice

A Time Under Yours

Run alive

Into that moving field
Far away
With your eyes concealed

To never seek the world

A memory that sinks above
The wet tips of wheat
The death your past dreamt of

Crafting the silent waves

So lay still
Trapped under the wind
Draining fingered cups
With your rain drenched grin


Never to look up


And maybe someday
When the moon turns black

You could straighten your knees
And burden your back

To lift up your heart

But that could be then
Then so far from now

Our future never bends

Not in this moving field
No more than wind allows

It hid behind my eyes

for quite some time

Dark behind the shadows

Deep beneath the wine

I couldn't wake

because I stopped to breathe

I couldn't dream

because the thought was sheathed

I just laid there

soft in the grass

waiting for that moment

One that could last

but the world kept moving

and my eyes churned still

In that sea of blades

In all my will

And I still couldn't find it

Under

I fell into the earth
Just for a quick second
And back for what its worth
Just because you beckoned

The things I saw were real
More real than I've known
The things I couldn't feel
All underneath the stone

I saw crystals of metal
And fire like the sun
Seas that never settle
Violent red they spun

I walked on rigid gems
And swam through the fire
Viewing who I am
On top the tall rock spires

But now I've returned
And here we are again
Standing cold and burned
You watching here and then

Redblue in Mind

Shadows sleep within the pathways of my mind
As my iris falls flat on the surface of my head
Blurring names with faces in the darkness behind
Trying to spin back to the place it was bred

Red and blue lights flood my deepest thoughts
Repainting the shadowed past that never moves
Each color transforms the memory I fought
Sketching familiar shades that briefly soothe

My twisting paths bend in ways often deceived
And to things created in a backward cognition
The quick nerves chase but never perceive
Their lights sifted through a winding submission

The synapse web holds everything I know
Retelling each name a thousand times
Repainting the world with a red and blue glow
And rebirthing old faces falsely defined