My feet are worn and my hart is heavy
Look upon me make me wary
is it a look of love or a look of hate
a single most distance stare that meet my chest
a jumbled mind that wishes for the wet
her look upon me is medusas gaze
a star so frightening it paralyzes me beyond all care
I cannot concentrate
I cannot think
I cannot speck
walk forward does my bravery but he is no use
against the star of the medusas gaze he is no match
for again I sit there paralyzed beyond all care
On the bus
In the classroom
In the office tower that touches stars that loom
beyond infinity of all that gaze
its concentrated on me on that day
I see the view that we all perceive in the gaze of light and there is not escape
they say the eyes are the window to the soul
I am trapped in yours and beyond all call
try and speak to me and you will see
that beyond you there is me
I have to fight
I know thats right
to win your love on this night
the window in the door and the gaze that meets the flour
let us dance to the shower of the morn
let us drink to the heavens above
but baby don’t look at me in that way
don’t use that gaze
cause I will be lost forever
within your soul
A dog barking from the smell of the luxurious vomit
Wind blowing southerly, its the cool change you have waited all summer for
Clamping your feelings in your mind to keep the monsters within from eating your hopes and dreams
A red model plane sits waiting to find people to play with it
Buzzards flying in circles like patient monks
Gravel on the ground wishing on the boulders they came from
Twitching the smells and sights of a hopeful maze
The brave fear the grave, they fight all the day to keep away from it
Vintage buggy code, sleeps in your browser
Spotty fish, plummeting from the storm clouds above
Be sentenced, denting the nose of ticklish airs
Gum to you the sky is the only thing to reach
Opening up to you she heard your crazy cries
Wearing earrings on your branches, the company of the sun
Access the vessel in cloudscape to wounderd drops
Grasping the points on your faces infamy, you poison the growths
The sentence is completely done, denting this nose in ticklish airs
Koala, never a bear
Hill above the city
Sitting in the trees so free
But so lonely
Often in the way
Absent of the present time
Will it last forever in your mind
Smarties on a pacemaker
accidental yellow stick
Ember deformed blood
lucky numbers slid
Trolley collider gimble
beastie painted on a fence
Wire, fire, mire
Axels of the oily skins, bashful in the evening sun
Bears and wolves screaming howls of protest against the pedals, careless to follow the white lines
Smoking upwind and indifferent to the clenched breaths, brethren to be able to feed on new ways
Like a autumn leaf, tuned to the seasons of change, soon only your siblings will remain
Cutting at my chest
The night, neverending in my mind
Stars may shine but clouds cover them
A lonely dog patters alone in the street
Cloaked figures wafer the cobblestones
A single tall man with a shiny badge
He thumbles a small coin in his hand
Muttering in a corner a old man sleeps
A cloaked figure looks at this place
No. It is now eternal.
(RIP Terry Pratchett)
Ground swallow me whole. Become my comfort.
Spirals form and twist me inside out. The wind comes and gently touches my form.
Ice falls and inside the moon.
My eye opens and three gardens of life form.
Clouds of stars above, striking the sky above as a blessed drum.
Punctured beats singing abound my head and captured for a moment by my senses.
In the morning my three gardens full with joy, open and sleep again each evening.
Breath takes my flesh like fire as a new garden forms. Again and again. Bare the old dead garden falls. It has had a good place on my form, I will grow others.
Drink the cold rain.
Endure the freezing ice.
Celebrate the new spring as I seek a new way. Send a message.
Send a new path.
The flowers grow, like my gardens but less whole, less lived. They last but a few settings of the life giving light.
But they are replaced by this feeling.
A new path is forming.
Not just one.
It blossoms. It rages. It aches me to our all the spring and some summer into these… Things. My body compels.
They are gone. One sunrise. I again store all the gardens joy inside. Wait for the cold.
Year and year.
Day and day.
Until I feel a prickle. A itch.
Then I am on the ground. It swallows me whole. And the former self reborn, I find myself starting back.