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Archives for June 2013

rain hat

30 June 2013 by Jason

a hat full of rain
contains the depths of much pain.
wet blue cradled red.

Filed Under: water

ra ra

29 June 2013 by Jason

dogs breath in my face.
sweaty days of summer haze.
ra ra for sun star.

Filed Under: fire

hurtingly helpful

28 June 2013 by Jason

under heavy breath.
wake tasting mouthful of red.
help can hurt sometimes.

Filed Under: body

black sun

27 June 2013 by Jason

black sun shining bright.
keep the monsters far from night.
yearning for yellow.

Filed Under: earth

manna morsels

26 June 2013 by Jason

the hungry red heart.
feeds on morsels of kindness.
manna from heaven.

Filed Under: spirit

a joy divided

25 June 2013 by Jason

i’ve lost control
doing joy division.
half of nothing is nothing more.

you’ve lost composure.
hate multiplication.
double or nothing the bile is vile.

i’m losing control.
my joy is halved and divided.
nothing halved and i have nothing more.

you’ve gained deceit again.
your voice is out of control.
i hear your pain it’s muted again.

i’m blaming myself again.
for the loss of hope murdered.
the murderer free as the crow.

you’re gaining the end
as your blood runs a torrent.
my hope flies upon despair’s veneer.

i’m lost in outward control.
the slippery red rents a tear in my soul.
your breath cold and bare.

i’m alone in mythic mansions.
castles built from ghostly redemption.
the vacuous air dry with despair.

i’m losing control again.
my heart has no hope again.
my soul smiles no more again.
can this be the end my friend.

the bitter end
of the knotted rope.
the noose around my clotted throat.

where was the start my friend.
was it the end when i opened my heart.
ripped apart like butterfly wings.
the twinge and the winge of inception.

i’ve lost control again.
drowned the pain to wrench the pen.
seen enough of the ugliness of men.

this is the end my friend.
could have come sooner then.
perhaps i could’ve never been.

Filed Under: fire

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