words of “was-dumb”.
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Reaping the sewn.
As the worm turns
it spins with the earth
yet is as fully separate
as the humans that walk upon it
the matter lies flat over the worm
the shockwaves from running feet
across the dirt as the worm swims
feeling surface moves as it goes
frozen by time the material loosens
as the worm drives its’ way
through a darkness that needs no eyes
a place whose pressure grows
less where the worm has passed
creating footprints in the dirt
making it less a hiding ground
it becomes by then a stomping ground
Thanks, khet.
Silly amalgams of syllables…
out of Context;
‘…a chain of commands brought from distant lands to hide ourselves amongst the leaves, and fight the swill of yesterday with words that spill and spew…spoiling the outcry set by forgotten sails…’
i have been wrong, i have wronged.
out of Context;
‘This I have made so by my strength of will, I have created this world I have found myself within, and taken no regrets at the actions that lead me here.’
CMK – 1/07
we speak from inside
the mind’s eye
where we do not die
merely experience
the rest of all of this
one at a time
we create
worlds within ourselves
this way
a growth.
Disaffected.
the youth in me
moves outward
to portray frustration
inside others for
my actions turn
to mush together
becoming that
thing that ideas
circulate among
images that would
otherwise point
towards blank
and empty spaces
creating disarray.
Lucifer
Tears of blood, fall from grace;
Scabbed wings from a hollow face;
Pain of heaven now flame in hell;
A wish to say I never fell
questions of a heart
the heart is shaken loose, from the gristle
that the organ had grown quite used to
abuse of the time, having lost for you
what you thought was mine, was it meant to be?
there were thoughts that were wrong to find
memories rather lost than not
fraught with peril for love with cost
grind the gears before the motion is lost
before that turning clock has rung
rust has broken that yet unsung