Toyata

I wanted forever,
but remained unquenched,
proven true to dowse a better vent,
for my sublimity wrenched (a sweet necessity)
unto a barren plain
my thirst, the first to
feel it so, forever {did}
remain

Kometa bosi

2 madmen sparred on the planks of a shipwreck, the sun was rising.
2 madmen sparred, they had been drinking all night. Neither could admit they were mad, their insanity hid, excused by the drink. Their madness was not so shameful, nothing beyond what the ordinary suffer, yet have no insight (to acknowledge). But they were prideful, + so drunk. Drank deep + heavy hoping for something, a change, a change in the very rules of existence itself that meant they could be happy and not feel a sense of guilt imposed.

Fondness

We’re jigsaw pieces, falling like snowflakes in the night, tumbling into each other here and there randomly. Sometimes as jigsaw pieces do, we fit and match, and hold on tightly so we can find comfort -no longer alone- in the bleak cold dark.

An Explanation (or: The Way of Things)

The sheep + the wolves.

the wolves dress as sheep,

they dress as the shephard +

the sheep-dog, but you are

their sheep. They will protect you

as you would your own property,

(the loss -> a loss of pride too?)

but make no mistake, if you

need to be sold to the abbatoir

for the good of the wolves, that

protection you enjoyed will have

been like a death row prison

cell.

tied to a golden anchor

the catalyst of my dreams is a cataclism to my material existance, destruction even.

the thing I seek to profit from is a thing that would surely kill me if left unchecked.

The tide of Eight

The spiders of deceit
move as boxers,
hands clasped
intent on destruction

responsible for much
yet still responding
neither to altruism
or instruction

An Impossible Wail

Another persons tone, churned out, recycled
Elaborations on the same theme, stolen.

So many times that the original sand castle is
faded changed, meaning lost in time and fashion.