Face First

Entering this state of falling
Panic sets
I will not bother
Truth to this
Used by the armour
Neurosis gets its way to often

Crushing weight
I can still bare
But, oh I wish to breathe fresh air

Mortal coil
Coiling immortal
The black hole speaks
To me too often
The fire is lit
But still in darkness
The rope that I stole
Always slips from my pocket

Beneath the first face
Inside of a cage
To stop this creature from taking its place
Bursting lungs rotten
Yet silent in state
Instinct is gnawing
Knowing its fate

Bothersome one
Bothering none
Dipped in the shadows
Of tiresome songs
Longing too long
Has stretched moments too far
Without burning this yearning
The forest will starve

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Clots (WIP)

Home is not always the same place
Feet in one space,
whilst the will wishes silent haste

The wandering mind becomes strained
Phasing so plainly
This morphing inside the brain

But if I blink and I still see it
If I can feel and still belive it
Slept tonight
In dreams I’ll drink in
To make quite sure it means the same thing

Undertone, my only omen
If they don’t know then do not show them
Between these lines the depth of all the
Milliseconds burned upon her

Hazey days become the altar
Breath in deep
The lungs of blotted
Clots of my familiar uttered
Spots of blood for frozen covers

 

Willfully Caged

The sound is as static to the naked mind
Vibrating assent to the pitch that defys
Lashing down rains
A feast for the flys and eyes
Buzzards encourage
Dissect latent ground in time

Step forward, twice backwards
Rotate, you’ve arrived
The perch has unearthed what it tried to deny
Weathered fawn face
Willfully caged
Hides her disguise

The charade of the phrase

Made up of the shredded mend
Made of all the lace pretend

Never resist
instinctively sent again

Nerves are a twitch
Breath turns into hissing end

This air has no scent
Infected with false pretence

The attack of the tyrants?
Or sheep on the lamb instead?

The timing will see it
And we will belive it
Unconsciously dreaming
Of what we have sown

Creep

Malevolent
But today I am colder
A depth I have set
No one can moor here

It seems to creep
Then spring on at once
There is no defence
When voice becomes fog

In autumn, the flame’s hiss
Sends shivers in transparent forms
The mountain is moving
Yet will not yield itself to daggered lungs

By proxy
The photons
Share in my duality
Phased lanes of a mirrored face
Sleep becomes decay, today

Marginal movement
Left and right
Side steps swiped downwards
Stifled life
How can I build with this design?
When this vision feeds on natural light

Smolder

Pacify the need
Then quantify the seed
Spring wind turned my autumn host
Please rid me of these leaves

I trip and fall again
This burning inner sense
Eroding coasts
Will ghost no longer
As hatred marries death

My will relived in all ive spent

Destroying me and blocking sense

I wish to feel her warming breath
To make this place worth all its rent

A quivered smirk
As eyes encounter
What cannot be
But is regardless
No escape from my own motive
A choice is made

Be free or smolder

Suspense led to drowning

Relevance is overrated
My mind is set to free
The ammo of my Coup d’etat
Is the sticks your threw at me

Devouring
Everything
Veins of light
Prismed release

Mated thoughts
Give birth to morphing
Subliminal virtue
Ceded land to the sculpture

Bleeding colours rise and then fall
Repressing the pallet
Expressing the world
Depressing the wind full
Rejecting them all

Correct the suspension
Or suspect you will venture
Familiar haunts bare unspeakable stentches
Echoing vile
Respect for the invention
Mechanical nostrils
Synthetic sensation

Not boding well
The river bed swelled
Bursting it banks
And drowning your hell
Now try to breathe
The devil he smells
Every offering
Their tounges pray for torturing

 

Underneath this dream

Underneath this dream
I see everything
Cursed to question life
And none to question me

With such unnatural lines
How can you even see
In abject failing
Riposte derailing
Reaching for whatever feeds

Caustic corrosion
With ample disclosure
The cult of the downward stare
Will not make me one of them

Anti I’ll be
Succumb only to thee
Assured in my version
I care not for your creed

Wash yourself in sense
Or neglect offences made
Elect a higher self
Or reflect the flaccid pain

Up root the insanity
See cleansing actuality

Walk as an animal
And think for your self