Awash in the sky as a kite flutters in a stiff breeze. Full of sail and aloft, but perilously close to nose diving in the wrong attitude. When momentum drives towards the issuance of another and a pause can yield to a vector, the forked road becomes a journey. As the creatures whom dwell, linger into that sphere, and more and more surfaces are ( Read more... )

Holding onto this. Whatever it becomes is the envelope that the post box will never receive. Watching for signs along the path, towards that next… Smiles abound, wielding a new drive of purpose, into almost futile landmine infested waters. As the eyes fall closed, the dreams warp into a sense of wreckage that opposes the success of the real ( Read more... )

What becomes of the flames licking away at the differing truths unreconciled? Smoldering ruins of a place which could never be built to suit. Having crossed bridges to bargain upon the construction of mutuality, only to find no way back across. When the crumbling of the structure leaves a schism to divide the courses and prevents any progression to ( Read more... )

In the defactoid nurture of this rise and fall, we beget a new form. A wisp of another sense. The creatures that tangle become of a less wounded arrangements.The yielding into that nether, that yearned expectation to prosper. We cradle the earth in our fingers at all times. Getting hands dirty usually creeps an apple from the tree while the sweat ( Read more... )

Muddy is the lace which binds the shoe quickly into the sands of the poorly considered. Wasting while patience falls victim to the cure. Seemingly a disappearing version of reality slips away like a candle across a vast distance. Snuffed out by all the promise of broken. Hold tightly the ropes that bind, for they fall apart and off if your grasp ( Read more... )

In the paths and choices fallen out before us, it is hard not to tremble at the thoughts of something new and different. The change moving through the depths of questioned and unquestionable details. Locking horns into that ever more right. Questing into that long withered night, grasping the lantern and seeking the golden burning truth. When the ( Read more... )

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What have you done with...? In the sacrifice play of this action to better yourself? This socalled growth always? Analyzing roots and the creatures and comforts found within, usually beget a darker depth of why you haven't "groaned", yet. This chore of digging in upwardly directions, the light of day being a better horizon in some faucets, and a ( Read more... )

I poison myself, and sicken myself so much. Dropped into the cauldron of things which couldn’t be known prior. Foresight cannot apply when wearing blindfolds of such. Registers total accounting breems full of ligatory effects of the washing of those tangles. Bleaching if necessary I fear. Dams falling over and flooding out a sanctified valley ( Read more... )

There is a consistent effort. A divide which becomes so feverantly hardened against some as yet unseen attack. Threats lurk everywhere in shite filled jungles. Foxholes be the survival strategy. Are we actually at war? Hey buddy. Yeah. "Hey sweety? " What are we fighting about anyhow? Funny, when a grenade shows up, you don't much care or bother to ( Read more... )