Tangent Away

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Brisk flashes, suddenly appear

from the vale, they shutter

they jab, they prod, they spear,

Distorting hues collect their mirage

from distant skylines, here

we dodge, in a myriad of triumphant shades

Corruption has a face, one

we’ve all worn, that can still, even to this day,

be seen, if you only stop and stare into memories well

Fate is like a twisting, gnarled root,

always seeking and searching, for the

nourishment found in an ever expanding route

Whenever the weight pushes down—in

ways that you can never properly explain—where pressure mounts

heavy, leaving breaths aghast, just remember….

just remember, that, in all your many unsettling gasps, with every frightening tremor felt deep inside, when overpowering swirls of distress alter your sense of self, bringing nothing but damaging pictorials of imagination…just remember….

Just remember...

you’re only ever a tangent away

from a more compatible shade of day

Vein Puncture Theory

Leech to me

bloodletting

allowance for

this punctured cure

From pressure built

I crush within

         and here you stand

         with solution

Anticoagulation

in ephemeral state

waiting for alleviation,

questioning fate

The arterial walls condense

and the cells repent

away from me

listlessly lying

anemically

Cured, yet still

a clotted mess,

obscured

but reticent

of every

sin

until

the pressure

builds again

The Case of the Wounded Bird

Fly, flutter, flutter, And Fly

Away.

Flutter, Fly, fly, flutter, flutter, fly

Away.

Fly, Fly, fly, fluttering, flying, fluttering, fluttering, fly

Away.

Flutter-flutter

Did I stutter, fly away

Fly-fly, fly

Flying high.

Flutter, flutter, fly, fly, flutter, flutter fly

Away, away

Soar

To heights so high

The sky is endless

If you fly

And if you can’t,

Then flutter, flutter fast.

Sick

To excretion

And sweat

I’ve no choice

But to deflect,

All and any inquiries

Into the matter of

health.

To rattling cages made of rib

And all the gelatinous masses

Vacationing in, I must accept

Any and all, lack of

Comfort experienced through,

Confined in this condition, relegated

To such positions of internal anarchy

As to the removal of

Such insurgents,

A healing process works its way,

One I find to be, entirely cruel

When it comes to the rehabilitation

Of the self inside

 

The Third Eye

Right, Left

Second sight

An affirmation came today

Third Eye

In the air,

Away from the river

Above the swell

Shows me my life

And I cry

Shows me my life

And I smile

Left, Right

Forever guided

By the third eye

Never known, only seen

Rinse & Cleanse

On the scuffle of soles

Marring the aftershock

Tears blend in two

Splitting like the center does

A wrap of thunder clasps the temple’s door

A shroud of wonder befalls the crutch adorned

Flip the switch

Flip the switch

And let the heaven’s dry (let the heaven’s weep tonight)

They say

That crying is cathartic

That you should get it out (get it out)

Guess you have to hit the bottom

Before you even attempt to climb away

Guess you have to all but die

Before you can learn to crawl again

Perhaps, perhaps it’s then true

That when the water begins

It’s at this point when, the healing mends

The holes in you, (making you whole again)

Maybe, just maybe then

There’s something to be said

For the sad songs and elegies

And the way their sorrow

Makes you forget your own (comforts your soul)

Rake it away

Take it away

         Let the wash rinse and cleanse

         Allow the grief to go

         Let the teardrops flow

         Until healing distends