Carousel (Part I)
Partisan You
The moss spreads o'er our land
Laid to rest in shade by the blinding hand
Colors change, luster sustains
When mold is torn, a new crescendo's born
Sirens cry out mournful drones
For what our loops have sewn
Relying on time to complete repairs
There's twig scaffolding for porcelain stairs
Reaching for petals of merlot
Fingers climb up her barbed rope
Painfully true, partisan you
Sugar on their tongues
Fluid pools in their lungs
Sweat it out, why lick it up?
Our own connection's a confection unspun
Fear of White Walls
Clear endings purge
Beginnings emerge
Buried gems ring bells below
Embodied canvas aglow
Trailing conscious delay
The smell of decay
Predator salivates
Must enslave the prey
Foggy shield in his scope starts wielding its blur
Darkness creeping in a'drape, a figure takes shape
Clarity falls short
Fear found its mort, which had failed to abort
Cryptic it remains, unknown, awaiting impulse
Eating up the breadcrumb trail of my unexplored tale
White walls have paved its allure and charm
The steadiness speaks no harm
Prying happy smiles with clean, fresh sterile style
Apathy ahead for miles, and more to compile
In this dry time, darkness will prevail
The crop you tend will surely fail
Over smoldering musk scents, sandalwood ferments
Whistles pitching high initiate tree roots' slide
Hypnotic pulses on animal skins
Present the smudge stick to its grin
Forced in a tight cell
Where thoughts mean to dwell, they swell
Will man cry when his wings are torn off dry?
Pregnant tongues howl
Adolescent eyes growl
Feed with exotic rinds
To birth the silver kind
Upon the Clearing
Old gaping-gob, head ticks
Imploring seekers impound, surround
The stomach stirs when tainted tails erupt, blow up
Discharging such facetious... oh, mediations
Amongst these raging tides, upon the clearing
Natives summon a celebration
Keeping the embers lit
Keeping the peace afloat
Pull them to our bosom
For a creation of elation
Reaching for a distant shore, sea of clover
The closer to lust, the more he rusts
Dangling, frayed, and too late to delay
They pray and they prey
For robust and bold dismay
Surrender to the setting sun
As the dancing shell is hoisted up
Bones pierce the bark, in spite of our frothing fellows
Marry thine body with its bright crystal beads
Birthed upon their bronze provider
Shedding, they cascade down
To the parched domain of our departed ancestors
Heavy breaths, and a fatal swoon
Beneath the open hides, it gradually splits open wide
It leans with a faint, quarreled form
And red berries are ripped from their polluted tree,
While the holes are covered with a brand new plea
A healthy branch looms amongst the congregation
Sucking thumb, and looking into the sun
Sensing the mosaic disarray
While harvesting the short-lived praise
They soon will have to face
The Fourth Wall
The air is plagued with sin
Trembling within genetic lockdown
But absorption occurs
Blood boils behind regard
Letting weakness seep through the lard
Wander away to the hermit's hub
A kink in their hose is a “chemical flub”
But slip those depleted remains from shackled refrain
Infatuation with a blooming collage
This idol of faith may be a distant mirage
Away from realist sustenance
Which repels thine brother's grasp
A vivid moment of lavish resort
Enlightens with primal intensity
Memory is conserved
Through one's own will to preserve
Quarantine
His halo has lifted, it drifted away
And the people who choose black or white, he paints grey
Knowledge and skills are his currency
Their predictability a handshake
Their pillars, once ripe, are brought down in one swipe
To make the land our church, and forgiveness - unheard
A shrine rebuilt for all seeking sure defeat
The ones who dare to dance, limber and discreet
Plucked from his tree, pulled off of his track
Placed in captivity with walls thick of glass
Displayed as a menace, an infectious seed about
Warning those who question convention and its clout
Collapsing on a thinly stiffened cot
And fighting the stench from a porcelain pot
A carving knife lies beside fruits that rot
A clever plot, but his spite's all he's got
His room sits amongst the union square
An invitation for all to come and stare
Disciples of tradition, they gather in his despair
The chairmen of conviction applaud for their snare
His roots retire
Under this enemy choir
Whittled and weak with desire
Entwined in a patient pyre
A Sterile Draft
A silk cocoon has cradled its womb
A sterile draft has awaited my craft
Beasts align when the time is mine
Forcep hands bring inverted dance
We relay thoughts of our inner-sense lost
Casting beams feature naked sleeves
Wrenched into disfigurement
We summon up new measurement
Limelight dribble under lunar light
Conductive drivel under hyper's sight
The juice of fertility
The jewels of hostility
Bundle's Bolero
Forming prophecies from all the smoke that's been released
Finally finding fortunes in the drunk, sunken tea leaves
Caught between the fields of green and seductive serpentines
A diluted resolution
Flails his arms for that fake farm
Hugging its feet for the blessed retreat
Pounding form into the dirt over rotting finds
Infertile and bitter with no means of taking flight
Soaking into the flytrap that robotic apes contract
Through ebb and flow, with a coarse touch
Remove our inherent crutch
Prod the laughing foe to confront their chateau
Solitary ventures have fallen short in their packs
Blood of infectious broods leak into the source of facts
Lactations contaminated in the hostess' breasts
Cast them into the coiling flux
Forge your spatial communion
And sit in the garden I've eaten, in peace
Persona Non Grata
Trudging muscles ache in heavy snow
Body damp with freezing sweat in bitter cold
Nightly wind cuts dry, brittle skin
Stomach empty from a fruitless hunt
Meadow below, distant lights show
A tiny village nests beneath mountain shields
So, I draw near the bustle of sounds rising
From the tired evening silence
Their hands held out to me
With warmth, they take me in
They clothe me in wool,
While leading me to a crafted stool
In front of cakes and ales
Encircling laughs and dancing
With no regard for daily chores
But my glass is kept full
Dawn beams unto thine face
But there's no change of pace
An absence of wear in their chase -
It seems a trifle odd
Yet I want to learn how this beauty is preserved
No pain, but how can such things reign?
They say I should refrain
My thoughts are warned through persistence
For to ponder is to wander away from paradise
I insist on my help, and the peace breaks
Fires are set ablaze
Hypnotic movements form a haze
Their actions turn aggressive and their words all become brash
Their bright eyes become pitted and their smiles turn to snarls
I fear the intent with their gaze aimed at me
To become? Or to be chastised?
I'll be on my merry way!
Carousel (Part II)
Carousel
He fulfills the beast he was born to be
Under guides who gauge his brawn
And apprehend the weak beneath,
Finding no faith of his own
Though we all pull from the same flame
She carries the torch, as she was taught
Without igniting her own
Amongst ornamentations of our carousel
We all look out to see
Kaleidoscopic views beneath
The blurred but indiscreet
Revealin' a motion suite
Often left unnoticed, we step off its course
Into the stillness of a fugue-state
While stumbling in its tow
A stupor of clarity disarms
The warm numbers of marching piles
For no longer do they dilute the stale taste
Held in the open mouth of a stumped face
Your own cement shoes bind you to the love and justice, true
The carousel still turns
But porous minds will be tapped into
Then wrought dry for their aesthetic stew
The Hand
Days soon turn late, offering up our dirty plate
Limbs are weak, though the mind's not beat
But for just a moment, they take a seat
Then from below, like the ugly bridge troll
The covert anchor pulls toward the hand, which speaks intent
Of some wriggling divine plan
The body chokes in its dense, composed repose
If your grasp is short, and temper's alike
That quick-slipping grip may spike a sharp, cursed reich
And those who strike will end up on a pike
So, while you carry out your sentence of life in fluff toil
Know the hand's coy hydra coil
Will bring you into Earth's soil
Before you get to swallow the spoils
Bright Within the Darkness
A vast frontier coaxes the will of one
Within the embrace of absurdity
But when purgatory emerges in loops and chains
The victim basks in surreal lamentation
Then from the fog, appears tribes of garnished masks
Breed for their dimness and utility
Armed with their chic clubs, sharing mirrored interplay
Convinced they make inherent idleness graceful
Though weak, their numbers are high
They advance in parallel, hitching to a tailcoat path
Solo in thick company, blocking the deviant
Drifting in tandem, forming whirlpools at random
Speaking for all, they take our name
Aimlessly trapping the ripe in their net of hype
Soiling reputations within their mediocre frame
Ears are boxed if fresh sounds escape
Eyes are blinded and the vision stolen if a new way is seen
Tongues are cut from the mouth holding bad taste
If bright minds rise above the cold, dense darkness
Stories will shed on the present
Abandon course, and there'll be no trace to follow
Placing the reigns of fate in callous, red hands
Wild Animals
How hard, and for how long, can one scream
Into the silent stillness of a dream?
The heart is strained,
Losing its voice from infinite exclaim
A soft caress from a consoling breeze
May bring contorted ones down to their knees
The hands are sore,
Lying before some empty frontier door
This wall I've pushed against is solid brick,
And not knowing how thick still makes me sick
The boulder falls
From my shoulders, exhaustion has me crawl
The infantry retreats to the long journey home, alone
Their emotions burned bright
But now are numbed, muted, and out of sight
Are my wild animals now free,
Or in their cage, by carousel decree?
If part of them is still awake
Will they know what's at stake?
Through the Teeth
Dilated eyes may help one praise the satyr's side
Compelled by themes so subtly disguised
But when terms of contrast slowly stretch thin
They turn wary of their aching skin
Can the realist point out delusion?
Or are they just blind to our most dire times?
Is letting them be, setting evil free?
Is waiting to pull up the roots of fate much too late?
The door of compliance shan't gather moss
Mobility puts the mind of intimate loss at ease
Hanging from a hope that won't elope
The hills are steep - plagued with yearnings, endlessly deep
A fool's been tamed, and so resumes our silly game
Tired, he peers through the teeth of honesty's choir
Waiting for Saint Nick to bludgeon him on the head
With gifts to help alleviate this Earthly dread
Armed with an indiscernible language
This voice projects a muted frequency bridge
Never to be heard by those who don't care
But to resonate with the lustrous soul, aware
Mirror of Majesties
Their demigods are figures of the past
Praised for their outcast contrast
Yet they aim to replicate all that their majesties hate
As the unsung heroes of the present are left famished
And without a stamp, they're left abandoned
If there's a desire to persuade
They'll only sense doubt in your ways
Advice from their device guides to entice
Passions that are discarded when new updates arise
Though each day never lets go
They're just too aloof to ever know
The burden of accumulation will linger and hiss
Consciousness is a curse, as ignorance is bliss
Behind the walls that they've built
They are deep beneath their quilt and warm facade
It feels secure and safe amongst the mob
Riding the wave of some collective, muffled voice
So far apart from reality's swollen heart
They drain the blood from their own
From high up on their throne and reap the loot, feeling astute
But at the root, they're just some remnant pile of bones –
Catacombs of someone else's relic moans
Crushing skulls in hell-bent march
Feasting on insecure à la carte
Only the victors will do the writing for us
While the seconds all go to waste
There cannot be creation from destruction
If the liberated spores are all erased
Child Kingdom
Are you “The Child”, or just an oaf of this mercy mild?
Set out to sea! Art thou now free? We'll see!
Was there betrayal of a soul once lone and feral?
Will "Nothing" congeal? Is evil real? Feel!
Can you see beyond the trees?
Did you climb the highest peak?
Have you found comfort in the mirror that you chose to hold?
Do you see you, or those who froze? Who knows?
Warming your bones with thoughts of eagerness that once rose
But, now you wait. Where is the bait? Too late?
Shivering in this year's first rain,
Molting your cares away
Reach for the clouds in desperation – you gave your vows!
Turn on “delight”! No room for “fright”! Alright!
Harness the laws the child kingdom once had you gnaw on
They once seemed trite, but now are quite finite
Eternal youth comes in a mead of blood and honey