The Eighth Stone

I.              The Eight Stones

Stones of harvest,

Lost in the well of tears

Stones of forbearance,

Weathered by the dunes of time

Stones of integrity,

Betrayed by the tree of hope

Stones of love,

Empowered by crystals divine

Stones of promise,

Hindered by a fog of fear

Stones of truth,

Dishonored by the winds of levity

Stones of forgiveness,

Awakened by memories of tides long past

Stones of tomorrow,

Hidden within the disillusionment of today

II.           Reflections

Through seven comes delivery,

Bearing the gifts awakened by the eighth

Swaddled reflections to comfort thee,

In times of tryst, defiance and hypocrisy

Open wounds salted, still

There remains a life fulfilled

From the soil comes the sky,

In the fire, flow the waves of life

Earth, Wind, Flame and rain,

Beyond the clouds you’ll find refrain

In the eighth, smoothed and pored upon,

The seven breathes a newfound wisdom’s enlightened plan.

Weedy Growths

Weeds grow in cracks.

Some, mere distractions, aesthetically depraved and alone,

Others…well others are blights, barren of redemption

Upon reputation and perception…we flee from what we never took the time to understand

We are the easy victims,

We are the uncomfortable prey,

Hunter’s battle over our pelts,

Quantity is often considered more desirable

Than pedigrees and wealth…

They, the crowd of horizons, scream unmercifully,

Thumbs up provides little reaction…

The Hero pauses, wrinkles his grin in turn,

     Thumbs down…the sky erupts…bloodthirsty and alone

Weeds devour our sidewalks,

Inhabit our terrain, leaving

Nothing left worth saving,

To mire in near and distant pains...Justice?

A Time When All Things Ended In Prayer

A cone of silence

Cubically unaware

A destiny compacted

Into a square of soil

Unfit for growth

Geometrically opposed

Soft-shelled replicas

Of some prior time—

Reflecting

Cursorily in the seekers eye

A fate unboxed—tethering

Ideas together in various shades—

Sentimentality regurgitated through

A quaint appreciation of all things

Dissociated from a world consumed by effigies.

Polarized, we rotate eastward.

Entranced, we sidle to the south.

Encapsulated, we wander westward,

Hypnotized, we kneel before the northern sky.

Incomplete Delivery

I’ve never been the problem

But then again, never had the solution,

To solve the misery that ponders us all

I’ve always been another question

In a long line of rhetoric,

an exclamation point in the middle of a hypothesis.

There’ve been times I thought I had the answers

But the easier things are,

The harsher scream the fouls

Watching the sudden twist of a turbine’s gale,

Trysting nautically, amidst a fresh gust of carbonic air,

Fleeting, permissive, derision, dismissing—

A damage plan for the self-defeatist, a manifesto for a never-ender—Sword of promise in disguise, a fury with a roving eye—Assemble NOW the gallery of rogues!

Too often we assimilate with those ravenous chills, elucidating amidst the shiver of a broken dream— a few moments truncated, by grammar, both bent and unrelieved…

Debased Curricular

Knowledge lends stability to an ever-changing landscape,

Time is the agitator to the unprepared, the devolving attributor to the weak and for those without direction.

Life seems to do everything in its power to swallow the meanderers amongst us.  The lessons it offers are of a curriculum set out to debase.  From the smallest to the largest, minutia is simplistically inhabitable.

Ignorance suffers plague like the painted womb cringes when left alone with murals too bright. Intelligence slow-dances every inch of pier, prior to its descent, information bleeds out, ironically in patterned abbreviations otherwise known as the scars of a once tainted submarine.

Falter freely. Smile as widely as the jaw allows. Dream to fail, and then dream some more. Desire only truth that’s earned.

Do so before time wears thin. Stay patient; do not stray.

The bristles deliver the deepest caress. It scours impurity away from even the most ironbound of wired flesh. Breathe freely; fade away…but try your damnedest to reciprocate.