Mental Floss

Telling the tale of ashen rain

And gentle reminders of its acidic pain,

Passion driven and laced with fear

That she oft holds so near and dear,

Storm clouds gather so lazily

Shame overshadows hazily,

As tears fall freely the earth will quake

I feel intellectually drunk

On the dark side of life

My inspiration comes from chaos

And a romantic chemistry with the deep

Hallucination-induced euphoria

(Like Don Henley and his Hotel)

I’m an immaculate work of art

Well, untalented art, that is

My shadow cries for recognition

Asinine greed

Cramps nature’s style

Too many left by the wayside

Without a home to call their own

Clear the way! Time’s ripe to build

Stifling skyscrapers

Choking fumes soon pierce the wind

Forgotten is the cricket’s serenade

Rich rainbow shades

Fade to grey and desolate black

And nature’s pleas for salvation

Never will be heard again

Black diamond rains fall

Shattering tranquility

Flowers bloom again

My intuition is only

Foggily surreal

Is genuine love intangible

Or does it linger near?

Is joy a fleeting fancy

Or can it be contained

Within these glass walls

Of my wretched soul?

The night of reckoning

Cascades into my subconscious

Dying embers

By the eerie firelight

Starlight beckons

Me closer

As I peer forward to listen

My breath stalls in the frigid air

Frozen dirt and dead flower petals

Crunch beneath my feet

Six feet down doesn’t

Seem so intangible now

My shallow grave, oddly shaped

Dug by the light of the moon

Prepares for my long-awaited

Arrival into the fires of hell.

8/26/19

Sunlight flitting through the trees

Mocking the misery you feel

Your heart’s on fire,

Your head’s stone cold

And no one hears your cry.

Alone in the wild,

You’re forced to flee

Your deepest, darkest thoughts;

You’re but a pinpoint of importance

When the truth comes to light.

You never left your footprint

On the world where it belonged;

Instead you meddled

In the darkest of shadows

With hate and shame and guilt.

Thunder rumbles in the distance;

A wall of clouds overtakes the sky —

A storm is coming and

You’ve nowhere to go —

Whatever will become of you?

The need for human touch

Strives within us all —

It is through scarcity

That it grows unchecked

Thirsting like a malignant

Human cell

Multiplying into oblivion

Its root is lost forever

But hope still hangs precariously

In the balance

Of life’s quarry.

Intangible silence echoes freely

Inside my strange mind,

Forbidden thoughts threatening

My spiritual integrity

Every now and then

A flowery cognition

Brightens the looming storm

For an instant, I vanish.

Who am I now, but a butterfly,

Whose pretense of joy

Is warmed by the burning sun,

Thirsting for a morsel of solemn truth.

My true identity is revealed —

A burden to most, a delight to some,

But surely imperfect and

rock bottom

hitting the gnarly pavement

stars sobbing effervescently

the moon has absconded with

their blue innocence

fire unseen

rages unchecked

among the starving forest

bursting into supernovas

and storming the earth below

winning a smile

proves impossible

as the dark storm clouds

gather irreverently

and spawn ugly tornadoes

wind-whipped and beaten

the weeds flourish wildly

unbridled bloodshed

sweeps the barren plains

as desert sand forlornly blows

Mud as thick and tough

As a diamond shell

Trudging through the swampland

Searching for a will to exist

A long awaited promise of purpose

Roses wilt

In the murky, humid air

Which stifles the cries of the wicked

Intangible bursts of fatigue

Drown any remaining strength

Fevers run aloft

Swamp sickness steals

The humanness

Of the strongest of men

Empty shells wading through the dead

A stillness in the air

Renders stagnant waters

Poisonous to the soul

Death is rampant and

Vile stench is overwhelming

God help the sinner

Who must toil through

Perilous marshes

Marching robotically

Over and over again

Too ignorant to look away

Too enslaved to escape

Too monotonous to care

Without God’s mercy and perfect grace

Stillness of time

Beats like a drunken drummer

And smoky waters cascade

Lovingly upon the thirsty sea

Salty twinges of affection

Make way for the wild

The pure in heart

Listen quietly for the storm

The thunder rolls heavily

Upon the jolted clouds

Tears of passion fall freely

And call upon the Spirit of the heavens

To hold captive the sweetness

Of an empathic love

And to carry the prisoners of hatred

On my shoulders held high

Indeed love does prevail

O’er all my enemies’ turmoil

I have nothing left but

Love to give

Showering kindness

On the afflicted, the broken

The storms begin to dry their tears

Borrowing time

From a million years

Sparkling sunlight

Meandering through the reckless clouds

Glints of golden amber

Slithering in the wind

An hour stands still

While a year races into the sunset

Darkness begins to settle haphazardly

Royal clouds

Commandeer the skies

As purple rain falls aimlessly

Into the seas of yesterday’s children

Winds, violent and pretty,

Shy away from the

Torrents of lasting

Emotional chaos

Twisters of ecstatic pain

And pure envy

Whisk passion away

Into the still of the night

A stormy temperament

Pervades the dynamic landscape

And gentle hands show the weary

Ashes deeply

Shattered into pieces of

a different realm

something undisguised

pure

raw

and unfiltered

sunlight peeks silently

from the edges of confusion

moon's aura

cascades lovingly

dimpling the crystal sea

with shards of midnight light

calming the storm

of emotions limply subsisting

Wind gushes noisily past

The wilted thorny roses

Of yesterday’s lost souls

Scantily clad bushes

Burning in a rage of

Blue and orange flames

Remorse sugarcoats the tongue

Of a thousand useless words

Diving like daggers into an open wound

Bleeding into the veins of immorality

Forever blinding the innocent, yet tumultuous

Waves of passion

Sadness is years in the making

Shrouding the calm grey sky