Old Wastes of Time III

filled with reflections you will not be alone

watched there from up on high

the three eyes see as five

slide on by....

far above owned far beyond

unmagnificent

a realm of shattered sound fixed the coming night

to stalemate

the pains of departure

your crescent moon lights a crooked path

betrayed the easy way out

a crisp breeze blows through the dead dragging leaves

from those spying eyes

letting you go

freedom began as a single solitary wish

ended with a smirk

the starlight flickers

fixed to destroy

Old Wastes of Time II

Folklore, a woven tale

spun in reverse

to see an end written, stitched into a picture

simply put, we all live with what we did or didn't do

now this place, blindfolded and spinning you 'round

then splitting

two worlds as a whirling top

one far away filled with good

one far away filled with evil

wonder where you sleep these days?

all these slippery silvery memories...

frozen guilt evaporating while time faithfully dies

refusing to sink

you still pretend to swim with pockets full of change

waging a war screaming

not drowning

escaped the buildings

destroyed the 7th secret

6 more for the number

left for those who are lost.

XIII

Old Wastes of Time I

A capable international first union

you felt it in your heart of hearts

despite all the car crash around you

all the unyielding tempered steel setback

despite the unending torrents of falling paper angels

shotgun sudden

looking removed and sucked dry

forcing this disintegration

employ your strategy of resignation

the sky glances over and bleeds dark night

A published confession

No more Lies

3 inches long 1 inch deep

tarnished scraping making irony

pleasantry whispering to moon moths

bleeding

true waves armies line up to play

all against a corner, all that's left

darkness to hold stitching patchwork shadows

too much audience knocked back tracking moon beams

on the forest floor

the audience nervous wracking peeling eyes

single digit forced through the inside

nothing is preventing the faces marching in minds

tarnished scraping needle irony

piercing

dotting the cloudburst horizon

dripping sunlight sucking

these deteriorating films off the hushed grey town

that wanders within

and around the iris of your ash rimmed eyes

storm clouded eyes

six hands shake the room with dark drapes

where cat eyes glare green through the split shades

where the ice melts so slowly

when the moon submits it's reflection

in the gleaming dark iron phantoms

of a frozen firescape in December

where every breath of starlight

tucks us in

under a comforting canopy of midnight blue

where no north winds nuzzle up to you

there on the porch as you look out

with eyes ever searching

in the room where you made all these perfect

paper angels

Astronomy

knee high is the swift green grass

the catering wind elusive in granting them

the time needed to taste it's sweet trails

as their efforts are hampered to piece together

those candy coloured moments from 10 years ago

her sisters smile to her looks exactly the same

and a dew splashed image appears

a single crippled lily sinking in a pond

shattered fragments of our entire magnificent

lust

for

life

such passion for creating

a new north star now resides somewhere

in this hunched over haunted shell of a human

sitting on her heels with toes pointed inward

yet still gleaming with hope

one glowing coal

one more decade

all our miracles stay

on the planet that you made

There outside the trainscape

hanging high in the air standing silent

amidst all the variety of colored cloud cover

none come close to smothering the rising moon

holding its permanent victory in a cocoon of night winds

while we look away in different directions

on different shores

still we both stand sympathetically apart

on this rotating rock

while there where the driver sits

the dark glass projects reflections straight onto the tracks

while the firefly collective outside spreads trails

that wound the proud dark night

and heals the suicide skies