Will feed the world true ice

 Turning in the wind
Seven sails in the snow flurries

The fury of the blizzard
The sea has frozen over thus

thirst... thirst

The shore was full of dreams before water became ice
the fury of the blizzard

The shape of the rock way under 
large living shapes scrape their belly upon it

Easing their restlessness
at having no surface to breach any longer

The snow flurries join the whirlwinds
Flowing inside and outside of the coastal townships

The sky forming the scales of a cold serpent with seven gular folds
Crashing down through the blizzard

adding ice to ice layer upon layer

thirst ... thirst

Upon the land the thickness of the surface of ice will never crack
Never be penetrated and will form the glaciers 
The flags of the seven nations pierced through from sharp hail

Tomorrow might not see

Altan egressus inferni

He struggled over the rock pile before the cave, this is where Altan was ripped in half.
He dragged himself over the sharp rocks losing more of himself.
Deafening bellowing laughter burst through his ears.
A flock of dread birds passed over their cyclops eyes watching.
Looking downward upon him considering whether to dive.
He took a slice of heart inside a rag from the last demon he had slain.
Salted and iron flavor he downed it.

His body kicked into action, he dragged himself to the cave entrance.
Adrenaline overwhelmed him, he controlled his own bleeding.
He could hear hard heavy footsteps coming from the rock pile.
He knew the mindless giants would find him if he didn't get to cover.
Once a price of a district now an outcast a pariah on his own land.

He pulled himself into the darkness and pushed himself bloody and broken.
Through the myriads of caverns and crevices until he was no longer in hell.
He was searching for something another form of himself from somewhere unknown.
Not earth, not heaven or hell and certainly not purgatory.
He heard water within the voluminous dark he began to move urgently.

He slid and fell injuring himself several times before hitting the water.
Somewhere many meters below.
He forced himself under as if seeking his origins.
Human origins that were now disconnected from him, had been for eons.
Then he stood complete in the darkness.

His body whole, no longer ragged guts hanging out of half a man.
But the full man or entity he had dreamed of becoming for those million nights.
Those million days of toil and bloodshed above ground in Hell.
He stood healed and entire. His inner brightness shone and he was real.
He felt every cell in his body pulsate.

He was complete.
Open and desiring eternity.
Embracing the yearning to taste blood.
He would find earth from this forgotten place.
To recreate that sense of glory he once experienced before Hell.
When he was but an Akkadian lord in the state of Sumer.

Altan's wall

 The square house on the hill
Aligned to catch the last light line before night
It's grey and black walls point to an ancient austerity
To a will forgotten by humanity

The yellow dim lights flicker
radiating the appearance of gold on the concrete
The wall facing the valley below is broad and tall
A lizard grips into the small pores of the wall

The geometry of the cactus
Of the freshly cut conifers
Communicates something alien
Something dark descends quickly from dying red cloud

Shadow's darkness compounds
Something touches down from the sky
Something that spent a millenia escaping hell
Something that takes stock of the earth from Altan's wall

Cora gypsy

 I see you dangling legs off the abandoned building

From way up there you must know how to fly

You see the land below and choose the best spot

You will feed and you will vomit

I see you raise wing to acknowledge me

Drying out in the sun like washing on a line

Navigating the shade in the midst of midday

after celebrating the early morning fog

Walking on the ceiling at midnight

your head not far from the floor

The risk of kicking off

and being swallowed by the night sky

We dirty humans offer you a great feast of carrion and scrap

As the peasant a millenia ago

We have not evolved, yet you have

digesting hellish diseases on each carcass that you feed

Early necessity

 I hear your cry through the wall

Desperation perforating

You never begged to be born, or did you?

Early morning doesn't let you sleep

under your blanket

existing for the breast only

The crying starts quietly

Then rises to a moderate crescendo

Just what ails you little one

You've arrived here in this little thumb of reality

this nub of a milk bottle

observation and feeding

They'll lose their identities inside you son

baby talk and reassurance

as you cry the whole night through

Warmth of the workout

 Melt through metal

artificial grass

smash through the noise makers

lift yourself up

you are the sun

the one that warms me when I need a gram of...

inspiration

Move through the weight

through the posers

the dreamers

you are the real thing

give me your tan

give me that funny feeling I need to get closer to...

excitement

check the time

put another song through headphones

push effort through the bone and muscle

through the last repetition

I admire you

Left behind

 Would you adore to have a solution to your life
You think yearning is stupidity

That developing is fake
That one is enough as they are

It might seem like I am damaged
Because there's always something I work on

Not hoping someone will love me for who I am
When I can never stop growing

The world shows you again and again
How valuable you convince yourself you are

The carpet under you comes slipping out
The same carpet you painted red

Don't seem to have to prove anything
Born into royalty so to speak

I am the ridiculous having to prove myself
To seek and constantly find and refine

Improving must feel fake
You must be perfect as you are

Would you adore to have that certainty
Things are the way they are you say

When infact everything is always changing
People like you are left behind