Monday, March 17, 2014

Goodbye

Well, I have decided to go ahead and try out the facebooks as my primary place of posting. Blogger has been good to me, but it's time to move on. If there are actually any people who read anything here, you can continue to read at https://www.facebook.com/shadowsofmymind. If not, then...be well, stay safe, and of course, pour one out for me.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Broadside

Cheapskate, the clock reigns,

soon the dial of the shell cracks,

every kiss, whispers in the dark cry blank

traipse around the event horizon,

spinning at half the speed of light,

and music strains,

against the diamond pin-pricks on black velvet

but the rain doesn't bother us,

it's you and me in the end,

taken in by the fog,

eternally...






Saturday, March 8, 2014

Counting Sheep

Close your eyes see the flecks of gold 

flashing like fire on the peripherals...

rivers of neon colors swirl into a thousand spirals,

resting translucent, torn to pieces,

a mind swaying ever so slowly in the dark

familiar faces paint my perceptions,

as my head on the pillow just melts away,

down, down, down,

soon breath becomes stolid, and

scenes of splintered mirrors on the roadway

don't seem out of place,

I got lost, just counting sheep...

at last.


Thursday, March 6, 2014

Addled

Put aside the tremors of last night,

no one noticed the addled man,

cue the music soft on the senses, like pillowed

ash,

Pompeii arisen, deep red on the horizon

leaking, gushing, frozen in memory,

Do you recall the last time?

Lost in angel's hair rivers flowed meekly,

as lava defeats the flame,

we all pretend we're floating,

above the fray,

but we've truly run amok,

purging feeling, 

unable to stop feeling,

still there's the crazy, keepsakes

littered on the moon,

reminding us who you are.





Vector

Gliding,

searing hot pain,

like waves on the blue sea,

splintered patterns, woven into cloudy tapestry,

on a long drive, slow along the desert highway, mileposts skipped like stones

boredom, specially formed in cracks and crevices,

found a home wedged in my weary head,  never

saw the brights in the rear-view,

it was like a storm,

Flood

Never had the rain poured so hard,

still the brilliance of the gods shewn through,

like radio waves,

on that dusty road we never tired,

dislodged from infinity,

just another enigma,

encased in a bad dream...