I see your visage grazed by the glimpse of eclipsed caught grace every passing day

The boiling and bubbling trouble of yearning to be swept up and blown away by the beat of those marbled lashings

A gust in your force when you look at me the whipping continues eagerly at the melting thought of your touch

Swaying adrift haphazard my worries fade shaving parts of me away finding comfort in vulnerability

Knowing safety in each others arms we have the rest of the world to wander timeless

To Evanesce into nothingness one without the other

my heart paces through thoughts

my mind races trying to sew back the lace of a gift

to give to a potential new face

to my surprise there is no trace of a place 

i left this gift

a blank and empty space

tracing back the time in steps to remember

i have to forget

i had no regret

because i still loved you yet

i have to erase this memory of you

into a faceless new tied shoe

one begins to walk away

from a today being empty

thoughts of you ever so tempting

get over it said

isn't felt so simply

Drowned in all the filth 

Drowned she is in trash we spilt 

Mother nature cried 

Tears of hate; Acidic rain 

Martyred agony and pain

My heart really does pump piss when it eats your feces

It tried to be kind but now never mind

It's been filled with your defecate 

It needs release against your disease

It no longer breathes 

Can no longer beat 

Wishes to seep 

When all it does is continue to eat 

The world was changing axis so some believed it to be the upcoming days of controversy, and nearing the impending end of existence itself. Something peculiar happened on that day. People were just playing in the park, eating sandwiches, flying kites, playing fetch with the dog, and bubble blowing; the usual day in the park kind of stuff. On that day when people were getting nestled in and ready for this day to pass, some were unaware; blatantly oblivious to what could and maybe the end of the world. They were the ones people envied the unattached, simply separated creatures of mystery; seemingly at oneness or harmonized beings with the universe if you will. Everything lead up to this exact moment in civilization. All ones goals, dreams, achievements, success, misery, pain and unbeknownst failure stood still. Well most of all the world that is, was still as pines. Everyone lye there naked as newborns; sharing the one common threat to every aspect of life humanity has learned. Breathing heavily and awaiting seemingly an end there amassed candlelight vigils and various religious gatherings as well as the occult which people have long threw out in the realm of possibility of what works be at play. Yet there they were among all the other folks preying and praying for a sense of release and reprieve of their sinful piety and grandiose lust for power and riches. The clock was ticking and tensions were rising. Feeding into the fuel lit fire under the concubine like poverty stricken streets there were feuds being waged among outcast rebels. These rebels knew better than to send their foremen into the tyrannical abyss to which death is no stranger and was seen as a luxury. In the underskirts of the world thrived a litany of violence and betrayal not only from within themselves, but even during cease fire these were our doctors, lawyers, teachers, politicians, our dentists, and even our priests playing in at their slice of the pie. That is if there was a pie to begin with. Being held at a higher standard in society due to profession they were mere fools as to what was coming; clawing at the intangible defect of a dream built on lost innocence and turmoil only to be destroyed by pestilential circumstance. Humanity was soon to become more alien than ever thought possible in subtle changes of perception and the voice of rational reason.            

I put my trust in a love i thought would always be there. Even when I felt as if i didn't care oh how unaware I was in belief he had in me. The time we shared scared and alone I was in this sinking ship; I kept putting holes through bottled up wood word work and hadn't seen the pain and disbelief in his eyes as I grieved my pained carpet stains. Spilling only buckets of excuses to maintain the courage to smile, all the while broken pieces of my windows piled up beyond the help of a mop. Band-aids a friend to my fingers indeed but the bleeding never stopped the beating of my heart for you until i found a broom.

We all bleed the same 

is it for the money or the fame? 

For the unnamed few lost in the cold

trying to be bold just

simply recovering their soul? 

Be-letting ink pour into the river of unspoken. 

Cowardice towards the leap 

of their unmet meant trudged dreams. 

Bleeding the same as those who have ripped at the seams!

We try and deny the hole left behind 

out of fear regret and disapproval.

From our unmet minds-eye

Coldly closing off feeling to stand and speak out!  

We go behind the backs of masked sheep and hide

full of our Doubt.