Reversal

The ticking clock,
and stench of fear,
while lilies weep,
and children sneer.

The whites of your eyes,
smile that hideous disfigure,
while the rest of you decomposes,
blood between my fingers.

My hideous deformity,
has gotten the best of me,
yet I've never felt more alive.

Free to philander through the tall grass,
this heart pitters a soft beat,
while the blades of grass soften underneath.

A natural feeling would be to run for the hills,
but it's too late to run from these problems,
so I take a pill to drive away the doubt.

I drift out of sight,
out of mind,
out of willfulness.

Back to the place I came from.

Where the sun rises red,
and the moon is as black as my lungs.

There I can rest.

Beneath the ground.

Above the core.

Forever warm.

Spring

The long and lackluster winter is over,
but the weather does not soothe the soul.

It only demolishes those defenses,
and prepares for the scorching months that follow.

The time being is a lull.

The rain lightly patters across the rooftop,
while the dog silently sleeps.

The information highway,
creatively building in my brain,
is ready for release.

I feel spring coming,
and with that comes change.

The muscles in my body tighten,
as I grit my teeth.

Why do I fear the inevitable?

Why do I hate the unavoidable.

Sometimes silence is worse than noise,
but the challenging thoughts within a persons mind,
can be more maddening,
than a judgemental opinion.

Wash away these fears and anguish,
to be clean and born again.

Jesus will rise tomorrow,
so say some religious men.

While I ingest dead pig,
and hand picked earth.

I will be reveling in all of my failures.