Friday, November 18, 2016

Weather

You spin and you twist like a blurred photograph 

Burned in my mind and found with no map

The lights dim like November but with colors abound 

Still bright white like December 

All ready
rewound

A cold touch on my shoulder to a body so new
Feels like forever
If only you knew

Then in marches hope as if on blue cue

Water all thawed 
welcoming dew

Escaping crisp chains and darkest thoughts too

Smiles not heavy
but light without you

Leaping and soaring 
Springing ahead 

Warm feelings of freedom in orange and red

The hues become deeper as they linger and set

The colors heat tenfold 
Dew becomes sweat

My dreams are all boiling 

Bubbled blurs in my mind

Steamy hot memories of when you were all mine

Oh what I would do for your touch at this moment

Who would have thought that hope's brother was hopeless 

Though your presence is frozen I do miss your wholeness 

The boldest of coldness 

Knowing I'm weak as you are the oldest

Yes

When you were near your body was soulless
But in that blink of an eye dear
mine wasn't homeless

I do think of you

Timelines don't waver 

But the cold makes me shiver
and requires thick layers 

So for now stay away

Just do me this favor

Clueless

I've seen this world for what it's worth
The sadness the violence the death and the birth
Unholy connections between life and this earth
Mutating the world from its core to the girth

You Watchdog, You (repetition repetition)

A pale pantomime of tomorrow's promises weeps under a stain glass crucifix made of chemistry beakers and paraphernalia
Bong water tears
His hands are taut and gaunt 
educated with rigamortise
Rewarded for prime performance with a hammer and pencil to hold so dear
Few hands still dance and sing 
upon the black and white smoke engine coffin that always brings
a lack of light that's too enticing 
Too embracing
Too inviting
A chance to play darts in the dark we say
A Defiance of daedalus
The results of after days
Front row seats to the Devils of depth and delusion
dancers demanding a next count of confusion
Illusive illusion 
Or a scene too big to believe

her majesty's explorative bow directs the orchestra 
A sorrowful tune
As curtains part
The scene lies before us

Chance is in captivity
12 years deep
Stuck between one dream and another
Our waking days spent waiting for slumber
Sordid soliloquies shape our thoughts
while colored patterns prance restlessly on undying textiles of our ancestry
Lapping up the waters of life as if it's very existence is not a carefully crafted and complex system put in place for your comfort in existence 
And what is comfort without enjoyment
You watchdog you
Standing in chilling winds awaiting an intruder that has no interest in petty wares
No
He lies in the same coffin with cold beads of sweat collecting on his brow
His eyes want to stay shut but the lack of light is too enticing
Too embracing
Too inviting
A chance to play darts in the dark we say
A Defiance of daedalus
The results of after days
Front row seats to the Devils of depth and delusion
dancers demanding a next count of confusion
Illusive illusion 
Or a scene too big to believe

her majesty's explorative bow directs the orchestra 
A sorrowful tune
As curtains part
The scene lies before us

Chance is in captivity
12 years deep

jaPAn

A mellow breeze drips from freshly painted finger nails as Aquafina teardrops brush through matted hair

Japan in the woods

Country stores betwixt neon salons 
Petty cons of Yakuza mob throngs


Tired eyes kept barely open 

Coping and scoping 

Hoping 

Eloping
To endless gold fields of silver and bronze 
Long not forgetting their hazed and blazed pause

Just In ((2k15 compilation))

Thisisit

Stop 
Your ceaseless intent is ever intensified by the immensely illiterate layers of patriotic cheer
The mask like smiles on everyone's faces are like cups filled with tears
An army of none spectating a mating no regard for the rear
When did paper beat rock
When did gun defeat spear
When did defense of the homeland take place with great fear
When did foreign invasion begin feeling so near 

Noah Calvani (internet Militia)

Nonsense


Politically bent news casters raffle patient beginners neopolitan coasters rolled perfectly before nasty campers renowned pale boiled networths completing ricocheted pantomimes bargaining necromancers remembering penthouse benches now carved restlessly


Remember a time when life was much easier 
When your words were not controlled
       And you could twist each vowel like a                                  mouthful of dinner