A sigh on the halo

 I walk over the halo like a sigh
Skipped the bridge over life
Down below the commotion
fingers pointing blaming notions

I flew away from their rumours
Out of earshot of their clamour 
Light as air itself free of care
liberating the I unlearning fear

Not hindered by their simulated burdens
Not taken in by their concocted obligations
I walk a halo like a sigh
I don't even plan to die

Hide the million blessings 
Distribute it down to you
To those who look up in solid gratitude
For the little freedoms are a dear salvation

Nothing hitherto sound
Nothing further down
Bridge of life broken or not
I float this game, I recieve the lot

I have no real halo of my own
I dance the circle til God mulls
Mystical above my skull
tearing holes in the multiverse

Parallel worlds conspiring with me
Like fellow pirates hysterically
I can't fly but I navigate perfectly
where these dimensions overlap

I exclude you below who were once above
Not a whiff

Eye for the mountain

Eyes aglow for they are overtaken by forgotten truths
They bring me to where the mountains grow thick and cloud thin
To a world where time itself grows lethargic where I am the light

Forest roots drink of my memory, it's branches reach for me
swamps stench compounded in large carrion eating buzzards
Dead oak bark etched with a thousand lost desires

My arms spread out over, here the sun is sporadic
my nerves and veins sing here fibers of the land
stirring it up- time, heat, raw vision of these eyes aglow

The seriousness of these barren expanses, I the hot melt the hour
The lethargic movements slowly gather fierce momentum
Overtake forgotten truths evapourate the swamp

Build my kingdom a shaman of heavy mountains

The Bizarre westward man

 He turned his head away from the east
The sun tan absorbed his skin and made him part of them
He looked westward on a platform that gave him permission to dream
He looked westward to where the sun was setting

It was an ancient rite his forefathers had warned him
observing the day end as one would a dying parent or relative
Not seeing the darkness in their departure but the essence of it all
He lingered almost looked east but turned his head away

He knew she lived somewhere in that direction
Somewhere dangerously close
He turned his head to where the cloud rounded into a scythe
One that could cut down his misplaced gleam

Over the horizon the form stood out
Over the small pink lights survivors of the initial sunset stuck
Like warm little hearts just waiting for the blade above
he scolded himself again for wanting to pull east

He looked westward once again to see those clouds and formations
As they slowly dropped down and disappeared
Into the humid nothingness floating on the lower edge of the horizon
it was the farewell of the sun only for the impatient

For tomorrow will bring even more dazzling troubles
each one a treasure for the bizarre man I have become

The angry red patch

 The stickleback fish
attacks the red patch
Supernormal stimulus
The instability of the species

driving the fish crazy
Hyper aggression to the male
Chasing to kill
Triggered like a freshly spoilt Gen Z

Stickleback trouble
seeing the red strip
super energetic reaction
Instability inside the flesh

The slow reader

 T'was an underwater library
Holding my breath 
I swam inside a nook
barely time to read a book

Then I needed to swim right out 
The librarian has gills and steel boots
Some of the readers dive tanks and suits
They can go much longer than me

Each time I go back up for air
The thumping fear reverberating my spine
Am I running out of oxygen
Or simply phillistine

The album in your head

 The prom is happening tonight
A moment in time will bring everything together
You will never feel the same again it's now or never
In the mesmerizing movement of youth

the locomotion of youth
The flurry and the blur of it
The geyser like excitement
Moving tectonic hormones

The prom countdown
Waiting for the hour to strike
You and the friends to arrive
momentous doesn't begin to describe

The prelude the sudden acceptance
The sudden permission
where in the past everything was halted
everyone dressed down

But now you dress up
you color the show
You live forever in two hours
you create a short album in your head

That you'll keep until your deathbed
When the venue no longer exists
half your firends forgot their own names
Yes prom is all that matters

Limerent sweet folly

 Limerents sweet folly

What an instinct bent and turvy
It was Dante's Beatriz
not quite my cup of tea
But he wrote the Divine comedy thinking about her

Pining and grinding his internal organs enthused by her
External organs perhaps even more rigorously
Supercharged by her delicateness and scent
All infused with that kinky self conjured sorcery that gives way to...

A hole of such emptiness and desolation man has no vocabulary to even hint of it

Upward and downward spiralling after the inital brash vexing Euphoria
The obsession kidnapping his heart and extorting his brain
You knew it was real by the way he portrayed lust

Yes being thrown to the wind directly upward no control
The empty void where the sky should have been is the same one inside of you
You are taking a bath in it, drowning in it, the highs murderous highs
The lows insane beserk eerily creepy the unstable and hot then freeezing