Father Christmas

Corralled in the silver snow,

Invisible towards the crimson streamers flown,

Entropy, drenched in the memories of time,

Dripping wet, in the jungle's steam,

No changing of the season,

Just a smile and a wave, as we pass upon the stones,

It won't mean much the next morning,

Here in the chaos
city streets, electric..
...another face in the crowd,
our moods, just another vaunted spike,
barely registering on the cracked screen,

All we can do is marvel at the glowing buttons,

Keep pushing, mash them together, like dough....
till you win the fight.

And...RESET.

Broken Record

Crimson lightning, stains the white skies

like cracks in the wall

scars on the fabric of time,

May I sleep yet one more time,

On a broken record, I skip

over every promise,

like an earthquake,

and the blood boils...

There's only one last breath, left in that old life...

Symbols along the drenched limbs,

traffic on the highway,

like a knife's edge the road is jagged

it's just enough to make you wonder,

when up is down,

to drown out the pain.

Placid Dreams

Ensnared, the wanderings of a mad man,
intertwined in layers, the
mind tears itself to pieces

Here, in the dark exquisite,
lions rear their ugly heads, gnashing of teeth
broken bones spear the way through
on the gentle tendrils of the mind

we sail on placid dreams ...

Along prevailing winds the waters shift,
on golden streams, stained by the blood-red sun,
sail on, my love...
soon the shoreline will stray into view,
another mirage painted on a canvas sky,

The years roll by,
trodden on, as boots to the ground
the shoreline wastes away
and the shadows creep upon the bay...
tired and tiered

Soon, the land will take us fallow,
usurp intentions, and planting fell will,

But at night, wings shall spread, splintered
in the dawn's cracks,
two lover's quarrel ends,

Streaked with pride and glory,
a new day comes...
And the story begins once more.