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The Haft

The haft, a memory of what once was, dangles from a leather belt.  Tanned and stained, like its master, marching barefoot across the knotted boards of prominence, blister forth those distractions of severance.  Is it merely a coincidence to find, such harvests and malapropisms, conveniently illumined by remnants of pristine territoriality, lying dormant and abandoned beneath this temporary auburn sky?

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The Mustang and The Cobra

The mustang is a beautiful beast.

It is wild, free and caresses the air

As it roams the unconquered plains

The cobra is a perplexing creature.

It hides amongst the branch and brush,

Slithering with purpose.  By nature, it’s

Species is damned at birth.  Yet, fate

Bears no bounty upon its ability to survive.

The cobra dreams, as does the mustang, of a never-ending

Day filled with idealistic skies.  It may not have the speed or the strength of the untamed beast, yet it has its own power, the ferocity of its silent strike, the ability to think.

Some say the mustang cannot be stopped once it achieves full stride.  I do not know if this is true.  Yet, I am certain, that if a mustang is galloping like the wind, across the open fields, if, by chance, it tramples over where the cobra lay, it would take but one bite from the fork-tongued fiend, to bring make the heart of this magnificent beast to permanently halt and cease to beat.

An Uneasy Suffocation

Embers raped the deadened sky.

It covets the lungs, just as it devours the sight—

Reaching deep within the seer, until only it can be felt, disposing all feelings of anything else.

 

Well-lit at quiet hours, the adjustment scintillates the

Theorist and paranoid alike in here—drifting in and out of

Conscious states, altering the breaths in and on—devolving quickly to, a sedated wherewithal, flooded by uneasiness and questions impossible to solve.

 

Bred, tonight, was a most brilliantly painted fear, one, when layered by man’s affinity to disbelief all he can not understand, stirs the gasping for air, that undoubtedly will ring even louder still.

 

Stolen Leash

THE BODY IS A TEMPLE, MY TEMPLE IS STRONG

THE BODY IS A TEMPLE, MY TEMPLE IS STRONG

THE BODY IS A TEMPLE, MY TEMPLE IS STRONG…

 

Unholy declarations devour even the purist of minds

When the purest of minds have been consumed by unholy declarations…SALVATION becomes TAINTED at best…

 

When FATWAS are SERVED,

SEPPUKU covets Psychology… {Trembling, quivering, convulsing about} THERE IS NO ENTRY…  ONLY EXITS

 

HELL HATH NO FURY, LIKE A DOMINATRIX SCORNED…

LASH, WHIP, CRACK, SCREECH, TEAR, SEAR, SINGE, ASPHYXIATION…GUARANTEED…there is no entrance…only out

 

Open yet oblivious. Lines of discourse dissolve into melting pots of fear—Regions fade into non-existence, strangulated by the sinewy cord of what’s been told as REAL…Dimensions shatter…as nomadic mantras infect…{coursing through UNSTABLE veins}… PULSATING…until PULSE is no longer yours alone to share…

 

Windows, SMASHED by invisible rocks…siding, TORN by limbs unseen…basements FLOODED by the tears of gods…foundations CRUMBLE unattended…there is no entry, only a terrifying SOLUTION…. AN EXIT out

 

YET THERE IS SANCTUARY AMIDST OBLITERATION         …and it DWELLS DEEP

 

Within the framework of

The internal PAUSE…

 

the body is a tempest, my tempest is STRONG

the body is a tempest, my tempest is STRONG

the body is a tempest, my tempest is STro…

Vulgar Brush

The flagellated vertebrae

Admonished by the foreboding eye,

Is seen, by those ignorant of specification,

As a mural painted by the vulgar brush

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He who bathes in fire,

shall never return to that state of awakening,

the place where dawn’s flame

continuously rekindles passion’s kiss

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Painted canvasses

Variant degrees of hue

Turn lines into art