“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label decay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label decay. Show all posts
Monday, August 15, 2016
Hide & Seek
Depending upon your (pre)position
you know something has been missing
never there before perhaps,
up to your pointed laser view.
Also, suspect,
a break was needed,
new as and empty as the day sky,
open to be filled again
with dark matter.
The wax melts still
and cools our jets yet
taking it all in
was never personal.
Decay, as they say, as decay
is only natural.
You see how the light dissipates thin and wide,
they called them rays,
and they were good
enough for day.
The dark side always creeps away,
conserving potential, greater than the sun
only to begin again
scratching and digging out of the grave
new world.
Photo By Yellowstone National Park from Yellowstone NP, USA [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Friday, April 22, 2016
The writing in dust on mirrors
They lied
all along
They think
they were lying
(to them-selves)
it showed through
eventually
wear and tear:
tears and wears
feeble few
who knew
the lies were untrue
and said
(to them-selves)
it was naturally so,
unfolding
upholding
For now
yet I know
the decay
eating away
Bones and Memories
(buried)
Stones and Sticks
(thrown)
shatter glass houses
and mirrors
reflecting angel dust
and cobwebs
clouding what could never become
(the whole truth)
after blowing
living a life
being numb,
breathing evil wind
it's too late-
nevermind.
Image by By עירא (own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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