Melting your hagstone

 
Oh sweat consumes all of my skin

Your coolness warms me up from within
Skin melts on fire I will become wet
I am becoming a sizzling mess
I seep into your floor
Highly contaminated no protection
Burning through cracks in your perception
Through this deep hole in your pavement

Becoming...

Silky radiation seering fury
Humid venus cooking like a stew
Boiling I spill into the next layer of you
Please block me with your icey resistance, just ignore me
I find a way, course through your past scars and pores
I become a stream, a firey river, I explode like war
I form forbidden hot pools causing you to thaw

I melt the frosted hagstone

This spiritual heat emanates melting it all
I penetrate your face odious and sullen
Your frigid glowing now dullens
Magma creeps over what once was frozen
I have come in the form of liquid odin
I have filled you with love 
where once there was only loathing

Variations of an echo

 I have dug and scraped
Barren soils
sarcastic mountains
pompous forests

Here in this silence
That cradles me
when the house was empty
Love was estranged

I shouted out into the nothings
Desperate my heart pumping for nothing
For my blood wasn't excited
My existence a void

I screamed out like a silly older brother
In a vacant basement
A cold dark sense of lack
Somewhere from the damp corner...

Came an echo
spinning it's tone across the hard floor
to my tiny ears
into my tiny existence

Here in this vacuous space
I heard an echo
Who blessed me when I couldn't find my heart
sitting souless like that boy I was

I have dug and scraped 
my finger nails worn down
color in the sound off the walls
I speak and she speaks back

I scream and she deafens me
I thought I was human
She shows me 
I am literally God

Terminus and train station theory

 I have been sitting here counting the minutes
Listening for the distant signs of my train
Something that would guarantee the next chapter
The big panels and ticket machines confuse eyes

Sometimes opportunity is no further than a cattle prod
I was afraid to window shop souvenirs
I wouldn't dangle legs over the side
Or play games with any oncoming train

The platform seemed to be endless
I looked down the length
swore I could see the next station
In the distance

An empty skittles packet is pushed by the wind
It comes so close to falling off the platform
Onto the tracks below like an empty person
But it didn't fall it just scraped sharply with each gust

No wind strong enough to send it on
In this huge open structure where people wait and wait
Forgetting to question forgetting to meditate
Staring at clocks, anxiety in wallets, purses and veins 

Arrival and departure

 Train's coming in
Right time, right place
Plate of food
Arrives at table
Family grin happy listening

Train has come
Waits for you to board
The anticipation
Like love rush
Obligation squirts

It comes in smoothly braking
The smooth squeal of tracks grinding
Inviting me in
I don't get on
I miss it on purpose

Table empty
Foodless
Joyless
Absent family
It exits

One flew away

 I was at the park next to the station
Two parrots on my arm
Both precious, talkative and elegant
I sat on a park bench

I just admired the feathers
Time took it's leave for this was living
And colors of these two parrots
This hugging and mugging

Keeping my mind fed
So I kept the bird seed flowing
One of the parrots flew onto a nearby meshfence
I wanted to get up and chase but knew I could lose both

So I just watched helplessly as the parrot took off 
Flying far from us
I realized among pigeons and homeless people
I had taken my beautiful life for granted

The ball and the red card

 Shooting through the stadium, far off the ground
Bouncing once, then a raised boot brings it down
Halts it from rolling, then kicks it with gumption
It flies again free in air further than assumption

It pleads to stay up as crowd cheers
Inevitably the trajectory leads down again
Meets the grass and lands between desperate men
One side races to attack the other defend

The sprigs meet and dig into a shin
Falls next to the ball, face contorted in sting
Drama performed in referee line 'o sight
There inside a pocket coming into stadium light

Like a newborn fated to destroy careers
Lids open as eyes swell in fear
Shoulders tremble arguements discarded
Rising up between fingers, the red card

Teach me the ideal kindness

 Teach me
How to give back to myself
Make me generous for tomorrow
Remind me kindly to be grateful

I want to give that ideal kindness
Sometimes I lose faith
Then I feel you repace it
But God, it's not you

I should push this together
Build something out of it
Real evidence i search for
You tell me I don't need to

Teach me 
How to get on with these others
The ones I suspect are phony
completely false