The shallows

Trudging through the depths of my shallows,
shining the blistering moon, sun swallows,
frequent the air, breathe, she follows-
making time fade slow, now radiate:

dream the metaphor of sound escapes to resound becoming
so soon the howling ends at once, now humming;
i am the hands that reach from below to sky strumming -

syntax fall, syntax away, let the sound be all,
leave the mind to play

boast we, must we, the importance of meaning?
and forego we feeling the passion of being?
when there is evidence to believe that absurdly, surely,
to the shallows of mind, we evacuate.

Obscura, mind, disintegrate

belittler i am rhyme
forgetful of the time
obscura relinquished power
to the philosopher of the hour

spin we tales of heads, we flip to find
misshapen magistrates unveiled unwind
pyorrhea my mouth and tooth decayed
break magic the clouds at once betrayed

soak me - and i am damaged youth
liquid residue bloat me - and i have distorted truth
clothe me - an organic shroud the sacred state
mold me - obscura mind, now disintegrate.

Pedantic x

pedantic x our moments of truth
search whirling glass doctor
float around - lift off the ground
making haste to chase the unexpected

i am the blasphemer angels cannot cry
happiness is struggling to move the unmovable
i am the mediocre among you angels never die
moving is struggling to be happy

butterfly crystalize nightmare dripping acid
sweat from the brow of a dead man come signs
of moments solitary living reliquary can not i come
romantic i tremble the truth when
pedantic x represses our youth.

Mindless me

That smile, etched in my mind, drawn lazily with careful hands,
walks swiftly through blue emotions cast askance,
becomes the line which distinguishes the line which extinguishes
the vacant space of my mind.

If I took you aside I might inform you that I have lived for millennia only to be born anew with each coming of the draining sun.

And then I would continue:

If the moon were mine to give I think I could make you live
another day not so far away
from me take all this, take all of it
away, sail broken dreams, burning the fires of your screams
remind me of the lines from a sad song that made me write the words:

mindless me, am I here at all?

Into one

It's time to separate, detach, fall away from the real,
to magnify perception in this non-place where pronouns fail,
to experience the singularity of the underlying reality,
and to leave behind the misconception that this moment can be named.

For we are the travelers
foregoing flesh and the scavengers.
Into one we will immigrate -
into one multiplied, single state.

Take my hand let us gravitate;
give up words let them dissipate;
come together, diverge, and relocate;
into one, again, we shall move.