Hesitant conversation
Made with caution
He sees you
But not really
You are barely there

White walls
That hold no color
No hope in sight
Faded furniture
Stained with careless mistakes
And a heart that feels no remorse

Windows sealed shut
Unable to let air flow free
You feel the suffocation
The imprisonment
The decay

Words of hurt
Hard to say
Fall upon deaf ears
Your tears are nothing
Time together just a waste

locks
like a key
turned

falling like tumblers
the reign in drips
beauties receivership

Since photoshop
Photos have become lies,
But for some…
Photos can be cryptomnesia
Reminding us,
Like words of wisdom,
learned as if remembered.

Or a reminder of the numinous,
the luminous,
ever voluminous
in every day life,
if we but look.

Nature has no use for us old men
she plots to send us on our way
thinning and then wrinkling skin
turning hair both scant and gray

Once we've passed our genes along
the slow decline then turns much faster
men grow weak who once were strong
minor hurts turn to disaster

Arteries fill up with plaque
liver and kidneys go to pot
discs crumble in the old back
the list goes on, and it's a lot

So have your fun while you still can
Nature has no use for us old men

a stalk of grass,
a spritely kitten,
at play with a gentle breeze

such enchanting simplicity
I can now only envy
as I trudge through
the density of mind

Killer’s on the hunt
Heart of steel and face of stone
Billy dropping knowledge bombs
he won’t leave Gee alone

Now look here, Mr. Budd
There’s a limit you can’t pass
I have to check, with this here tube
for the bug that’s up your ass

Bending Billy Budd over
Killer picks up a hose
There were screams of penetration
“Now the next one’s up your nose”

Training wheels seem funny
That’s just a joke; I’m laughing too
Locking pliers on your nuts
is that fun for you?

Strange music
from the wayside shrine,
the wind.

The wind at prayer,
'tis in the mind,
creative brain;
mankind. 

Belief in devils, gods
and kings, 
all kinds of things;
mankind.

Dare devil deeds
and sudden wars
misunderstandings;
mankind.

Polluted forests,
human waste
fills all the waterways,
rots vegetation, blind;
mankind.

Dreamed Utopias,
when our earth is one,
soon to be gone;
mankind. 

Canto Ten ~ In a citadel of unparalleled antiquity a new player is introduced.
It hides within an immaculate cloak, nature unrevealed. Not necessarily human, he is man like in appearance and darkly mysterious.
Inside the immense and unblemished room, he searches in an ancient Seer for information of his coming Lord. Within the oddly flowing orb upon the ground we watch the events at the beginning of our tale from a different perspective.

folded desire
font rich
pelted in rains
skin touched
sky blessed

glitter in the walk
freed from the symetry of the box
the velvet wander
the delicate
ponder

chrome chain duress
the soft nadir of her neck
curved and supplicant
pure and waiting

As I paddle my feet through these sea of heads
Pushing through these ocean of human current
One thought comes to mind
What makes the human race thick?
What bind us together?
Is it race or religion?
Tongue or allegiance?
Here I am,
Sorrounded by sun burnt melanin skins
Each pushing for its own survival
Why the hell do I have to black?
"I must have whispered to myself
Maybe I did something terrible in a former life
Cos,this place is a parody for hell"