Your birthday in the mirror

 There it is the face
The one you see everyday in your mirror
treat it as if that image were really
everything you are

It's there above the bathroom basin
looking as good as you treated it
tell me how does it look this morning
will this face hanging off you get any approval

can you look yourself a few minutes in the eye
or does something rip open at the anxiety
have you been curious about what all this is inside the flesh
or does it bother you like a deep strange phobia

Take another glance at this mirror
Mind tell you to investigate the surface of your skin
evading your own light to find refuge at the grief
of not having a perfect complexion

You know yourself right?
just like anyone pretending to be human out here
resending all the typical agreeable messages
like ants transmitting food

But you don't hide yourself from yourself?
clinging to the hivemind of popular beliefs
conventional existance
the weirdness of you behind those pupils

The other natures and unknown hungers
how the eyes laugh
But go ahead for me, avoid your own glance
check your screen

don't get to know yourself
how closed and mean
because everyday
is your birthday as this human being

Raising it's flight

 Dragon headed out of our warm district
following the full moon
the lower half
out of the city

wings so wide
floating up and down midair
through the scarce cloud
as if to stay obscured

The opposite of the world
trying to find it's new lair
grinning at the new dawn glare
as it touches down on some far mountain

But this night the dragon made its way
like it had evolved past the abilities of birds
Moonglare picking up it's flawless movement
Dragon brewing strength in the sky

The witness would be spellbound
The majesty of this flying creature
simply shifting through distances
with those incredible wings

Your heart out the tower

 The white spires of the those towers
A lost city where people come to eat and pray
and find themselves somehow

Closing the door
and keeping it closed
creating the design

For the next tower
This geography is so unknown
children hold a soft toy in hands

Just to carry a wish
a need not met
A world obsessed with the external

And maybe one day they will
make their way over these hills
toward the heart of themselves

surreal inside the temple
of the long white spires
still solving the invisible problems of the outside world

Full moon wraith

 I saw the Drak wraith riding away
toward the dark cloud
below the full moon
Those incredible long wings swinging in unison

lifting the beast high and fast
along the abstract shapes that kept growing 
In the uncertain night sky
smoothly aloft

The order of those wings
boosting it upward
as if it's very movement was a celebration
leaving this kingdom

What spell went awry
That sent this monstrocity
speeding away to find a new realm
Is this not sacred realm

they have failed
its just not seen
they know not this sorcery

A life much greater

 conversing with the swamp wendigo
One whose power has pooled over decades
In the shade of the bamboo
he told me of a life much greater

sitting over the boggy grass

pointing out toward glorious years

tall trees and every sort of adventure

Some semblance of unity and goodness

He spoke of drama and excitement
Youthful expression and learning
Some new life adapted into
the little we can offer

All anxieties long winded may subside

A family might just form and collide

one of many pieces saved up

like hidden treasure

A simple spring

 The wealth of life
melded through the brush and bush
the vital valley lost and abandoned
blessed like that

Through the mess
is the bliss
under this march sun right here
the last heat wave

abundance is here
all culminating toward
this random growth
that speaks through nature

Abandoned corridor

 He grew up staring at the wall
someone else's problem
No parents to call

the abandoned corridor
of the heart
survival feels sore

A house needs warmth
like a body does
from the core

How is he still dead
staring through the wall
Eyes digging so apalled

as if that gaze will ever meet yours
as if I could ever raise him from the darkness
Old mustard carpet smokey mould

One soul a nuclear bomb
dismantled by the ignorance of limited minds
Before it could explode and rewind you all

a century of diligence
into one cold corridor
survival is so sore

orphan freshly cut
from a broken family
which is now shut

anguish expands and blames a guilty world
Burning question unfolds
How to warm this existence so cold

people wait inside their respective factions
for someone like him to guide them
toward the path of destruction

Into the thick of it

 In the thick of life
Almost got a taste of that smile
The smallest weed
a tall tree

pavement cracked
shape of a grin
those mountains shrug
revealing the road

sweet soup along it
thirst and hunger
cured by the journey
over it

The thick of me
eternally
the shuddering spirits
less secrets than I

The taste of the pavement salt
smiles and shrugs
they say the purpose is to dance
I just see them drive
see them drive

aimlessly

What heaven remains

 There it is a potent glow
One where things touch and merge
and shine outward
despite every mess awaiting

Shared existance a sustenance
hope and love a glue
curiosity and growth
some supernatural blessing

A better part of me
shouted from somewhere inside
a hopeless desperate nightmare
one must want more

That forward is a direction
Before you veer toward love
If still by God's side
A piece of heaven remains

on this earth
in this life
the internal currency
Is hard heavy metal faith

Grief's own abyss

 Caught in the tunnel of time
A future accident we pray to avoid
At the underground train stop
eating snacks out of the vending machine

Ketchup falls all over my shirt
covering everything
as I attempted to clean it up
the train left

My soul on board
my self separated deep and empty
the son born again
from a damned apartment room

the room still haunted today
even as the son reincarnates
and my soul on the train
pulling out to save the future

redundantly for I am not on board
the other half of the equation
I would need to be there to cancel the future
one we never wanted

The son kept distracted by the television
No toys, no friends just his disappointed eyes
The paralyzing grief of the accident
The tunnel of time an incredible river

damed and then let go

Castle on fire

 The big castle is now at war trying to defend itself
fireworks are exploding

What is a soldier but a troll of order
The masterminds sweep the lands from a far

factions chasing each other with weapons around the country
This desperation

The honour of war manifests itself lightening demons
carried in the hearts of these burning pariahs

Midmarch manner store

 Hot glare of silver march
they stand in the shade inebriated
the heat distorts the air above the road
those vagabonds pretending

In the shame of the bar
trying to hide
cockroach eyes
Not my fingernail to tear them out

each lot soul
on this side of the board
aimless and lost
gravel and cement

lost to the world

lost to the streets

its not your place anymore

Grandfather sun

 behind the mountains
it exists
posted there from the 1920s
I mined it all out
fifty years across my face

the dirty jungle
way home at least
some teashop that opened
as my grandfather formed
just a tadpole in the abyss

the sweltering blue skies
a decade of summers composted into one
the natives won't heal
my line knows no empathy
No value beside ambition

The light I am blinds
falling across the curved angles of the sky
the sunlight propelling me
such a dirty jungle
dinner plate

I look up again clouds congregate behind the mountains obediently
My grandfather's face somewhere in it all
still mining the joy inside of last century
as these million sheep pee into the soup
to create the essential color of society's next illusion

freedom of the swamp
power of a thousand reptiles
heatwave brewing up the medicine
give me destiny
give me the broken remains of the wall

extinguishing the shade
that sunlight to blind all
yet it shines my way open

Summer out of the barrier

 The weather feels you
Bakes a day
throws some winning breeze
sweat drenches

Vegetation not slowing
breaking heat
just enough rain
to green the plate

the surface of the land
shares relaxation
temperature
forces you toward the shade

and an outdoor chair
away from the digital mix
where the develope hides
among the weeds

with the God you pretend to know

The scars of youth

You never had an identity you'd tarry
you would wait for the bus kicking grass
empty head would fill with worry and futility
a special space
for heavy insecurities

Not knowing yourself
pushed to overthink to overcare
inside a different creature waiting there
face it you could never be sure
are those emotions in the mirror really yours

Spectrum of seasons 
atleast they knew themselves
acting within correct stages
of the equinox

From elders hear the long explanations

dying of thirst
a simplification to quench
finding yourself in familiar desperation
Blindness naivety and stinging infatuations

Crawl out of youth
certainly lies of a past tense

flexing from a strength
hard years of pain

each scar a language of considerable length

across the territory of the soul's surface skin

The macrocosm asunder

 Away
Just a millenium
Then returned in full
all will have changed so much
The world deposited into graves

Gone
centuries to dive away
a freak leviathan
vanished

Stepping off the planet
all business no air
stranded above the sky
centuries looking down

One of those well crafted rings of hell
where clouds are thrown about
across galaxies
like ghosts of vehicles

Ethereal realms
Bursting then shrinking
Like the sheep of our kind
with every tendency

without warning ripping and giving way
threads we are desperate to weave
loose and frayed
smiles frowns and mouthfuls

platforms to recieve
after a millenium so sleepy
the soil dark moist and heavy
the germinating seed

divides it with strong first root

What a soup they serve

 Down by the downfall
Up by your awkward
You walk in eye glue

What kind of creature measures and attracts the attention to itself thus

Down by the clumsy
Up by the uprooted attempt
live expectation

What sort of pain propagates itself inside the anxiety of expectation

Down by the downhearted
Up above this folly
Senses soaked inside the lunacy

What species of uncertain dares to crawl in these haughty grids
semi-rural human food 

Radio mind

 Ten stories above the swamp
The huge broadcasting building
in grand maroon terraces
sending out their messages and music

microphones activated
fine tuned voices ready
their ideas through a blur of air and radiation
wet legs hot career

Everybody listening
absorbing the information
laughing alone in their cars
responding to questions reaffirming their realities

The humid green swamp underneath
is full of life
It invites
It surrounds the brainwasher

Devil may care

you dump your trash 
roadside forest all strewn with it
disregarding is a way of life
you wear it well dragging curses clutching your truck

insisting on the litter
making this paradise a cheap nothing
riding around the exhaust 
gears and jeers and the disregard you wear

provocative hardlined face
resolute on dishonesty
Making my neighborhood into a slum
breeding rats and local apathy

Graynard the senior branch manager

 Hi Gray how was your trip up here
what kind of political weave have you sewn across this one
concocting the greatest stories in history to justify your ultimate lack of results
For a company has a purpose, that is to get results

But all we get Graynard is your bullshit manipulation
The muddled ethics as a consequence of letting you lead
Your promises so convincing only improved by the oversweetened charisma
that our investors equate directly with a winning attitude and therefore victory

But besides the many scapegoats and backstabs
you have built absolutely nothing you have just been relegating
there's zero tangibility and the expensive aftershave won't compensate
Graynard when you use your status to bully our staff how does it feel

Do you think you might have reptilian DNA
Because you've achieved so many evil things
You have killed the trust of your underlings
You have helped set the company back a year or two

And fired some of the best people our company has ever seen
by setting them up and passing the buck
And we who gave you the reigns were easily tricked
because workplace conflict is such an atrocity

Religious psyche

 Satan is me
when I am indulged
feeding the lower desires
thoughtless piglike

God is me
When I am wary
to give of myself to create
genial infinite

The world has grown piglike
asleep in intellect and logic
volatile and emotional
manipulative and obsessed

what part of me is this?
I seek the higher energy
to nourish what I am
and what have I gained

from trying to understand the damned
just to see it in me
poor attempts at self surgery
yet my eye sees

Images of a better world
Where essence returns
where prosperity may live
and peace thread itself therein

Where I can greet Satan in his holding cell
And follow God to order the chaos of personal ambition