Starvation

a face of valleys and peaks.
and when it speaks,
its mouth a cavern of black.
taken aback by the knees that knock together.
A stomach, a bowl,
not quite whole.
bones constructed of weak groans.
just a bag of skin and bones.

Painted Faces

Painted faces,
masks of clay.
conceal the truth,
from which they stray.
dresses of satin,
hide a passion from which they thrive.
insatiable needs,
which are degradable by the best of means.
These fronts behind which we hide.

A two way street

A two way street,
one filled with the sinners of deceit.
The red lights show the way,
from which you can never stray.
On the other side,
are those who abide.
Lights of purity,
give a sense of everlasting security.
But switch your view of this street.
And gone are the sinners of deceit.
Replaced by lights,
so heavenly and pure.
Those who abide,
take a facade to be the one's who lied.
How can you tell,
the true direction?
It can only come from your introspection.

burning wood and paper

Burning wood,
like paper in the wind.
The words all undefined.
A string of words with
undless possibilities.
A glimpse for just a fleeting second.
A crink and cackle of wood and paper,
burning endless in the sun.

The child and the sparrow

A sparrow with its graceful wings,
flitting about below.
As a young girl watches and wonders how
her life might be so.
For a sparrow with its graceful dance
can only know of joy.
It's song never hints at sorrow.
Oh, how the young girl wishes
she could borrow; the sparrow's
life for just s fleeting moment.

A child with its careful hands
as she molds her thoughts like clay.
A sparrow who wishes her wings
would still a moment to lay.
A child with a future and a
thousand dreams to seek.
Is the envy of a sparrow who's
outcome is often bleak.

How these souls came to envy,
one can never know.
But the child and the sparrow
wish different lives ever so.

Noise

Swirling and whirling,
an ever buzz inside my head.
I hate the noise
but ever dread the silence.
These thoughts and words, working at my brain.
Like an ever constant acid rain.
Decaying and forming.
swarming and replaying.
This noise that never goes away.
My head pounds,
with these ever changing sounds.

innocent.

a coiled menace,
swaying in the wind.
our fates entertwined.
a step or two closer,
every step a little breath.
stepping ever closer to death.
he stands upon the platform,
as he pleads to his last mercy.
for the death of another,
someone's dear brother.
a coiled menace takes the flesh at will,
his feet ever still.
one last breath to take,
your whole life at stake.
he is gone.
innocent.

Darkness

This feeling that binds me to my spot.
A darkness fills this room.
It's an undecided gloom.
Can my heart beat with this rhythm.
A slow and steady pulse.
This heavy feeling.
It's stealing breath from my lungs.
I can't see past this curtain.
I'm certain that I can't escape.
Disorienting and impossible.
I want to run but my legs are lead.
An increasing sense of dread.
My senses are gone.
My fate has dawned upon me.
This music fills my ears and
I can't find any tears.

No matter

No matter what I say.
I cannot change your way.
The thing that I speak of is not of matter to you.
Cannot I not get through to you?
Let me make it clear to you.
The things i'm saying are nothing new.
Let me say the things of truth.
My speech will be uncouth.
You need to have open ears.
I will forget my fears.
Please just listen, just this once.
Out of my desperation,
you may be my salvation.

Halls are screaming

walking away.
the floors a disarray.
the walls are screaming.
am I dreaming?
Horrid words.
Like birds flying around my head.
I see something ahead.
But the walls.
These halls closing in on me.
Can't get free.
Stuck here for an eternity.