On top of a skeletal steed I am ridden into the dark land beyond
Clouds clip the sky with clasping suffocating dreads
Many of the the folk here do not take kindly to strangers, but they know me
My skin takes on a translucent almost bubble like glimmer, but it’s not a positive thing
It makes me stand out, be called summoned by the king of this land
A not unkind King, in a way. He treats his subjects well.
I’m approaching his thrown of bones, his knights and dames surrounding him
Like every little detail I remember, they are always slightly different, like a beach on a new day
I don’t chase them
But I crave them
No mater their supposed gender
In love with silver foxes
You could serve them to me in golden boxes
I’ve got a confession to tender
Be they woman or man
I’ll search across the land
For silver foxes
The grounds of the places
Walking lonely like a lost little sole
Unsure of myself and others
I’m a wanderer really
Lost in this great grey game
Bricks and metals cold and icy rain
Grey trees, bear leaf
I’m not in grief
Implying I have lost
How can you loose what your never sure you had
The past is a dream
Gray and lonely, slowly slowly going mad
Then that hate
Red and stright
First and fists
Down and smelt
The fire won’t start
I’m given a chance
I pick up a bit of your broken pieces
Fighting for my life
Grey concrete, never seemed so full of color
work reflects / inside / surface
Enough to bleed / candid self / barron beuty
Forbidden sea / eye lash / watching unsettling birds
Teased wetness / makeup and a day : I see this / secreted whistles
Vision documents : I hate that phase / nose rounded / blisters on my feet
Escape the doldrums / lips focused / rats licking my wounds
Oodles of yellow clouds / cheek blushes / rotting trails bald
As gauntlets clashed, shrilly
Treehouse on the hill, freely
Watching worlds below, contentedly
Flags, falls, staff mash
Potatoes, heavily roared in boars fat hash
Brown knight clambering mud of moars, he flaps
Sanguine feeling flowing from my eyes, he soon departs
He will feed this tree, as he rots, as will we all
Ages will pass and its bark grows grey, smash with yellow hey
Ganda, that’s it’s name
Gigantic box, not sure from were
Across the cloud, coin purse shared
Trying, trying, to find my reciept
Failing, Failing, feeling a bit meek
Flabbergasted by such a Pandora
Up upon the valley
( Soft skin.) Light taste lack.
Control gone to sleep
Making. Instead of the night.
Wanting inside. Wanting inside.
Tougher was the strength.
Demands. / Anger. / Regrets.
Change and change and change.
Holding together in the answers.
///feeling loss/// of the time///
New time. Is it good? When, when?
Hiding from the same thing.
///! Petal ///
Inside. I’m not sure.
I can’t help.
I know it’s there.
I’m foggy and hurt, stranger in my home.
Pain enters my nerves like poison.
Blue sky’s I never see.
Just a window and a bed.
I’m never seeing another children’s head.
They. They. Saying another day.
I’m not sure there is one.
Like a jigsaw puzzle made of vice
Anger fills me open and dread
Pins chocking a needles head
Grinding axes thrusting in the mist
Thermomix my sanguine heart
Volunteer your discordant keys
A set of bloody maul
Trumpeting the local call
Befriending only whiskey colored clouds
Despite these loud crowds
Surprise and respite disjoint the thoughts inside
Lonely, mountain cries
Flowers in two colors in the winds
Send them in, send them in.