Borne by his blues and trapped by my sorrow,
I watch him drown out the faith,
Fumbling with life, death, and the worlds inside of me...
The gambler is blinded by his greed,
Muted by the battle of risk and luck,
Forced to surrender to the will of the table...
As I stand above the the lemon scented waters,
The dock lowers my shadow gently into the morning,
And vanilla rain descends over distant forests...
Threads of water march boldly out of an alpine riverbed,
Caressing slick rocks as they pass down in a swift rush,
Creating a misty wind that blows out at the man beyond...
Arms arise from the murky depths,
On account of an unspoken curse,
Salvation of the fittest...
He takes to the waters under the cover of darkness,
Soon illuminated by an immaculate array of lights,
Beaming through his ghostly intentions...
Yesterday was the first I've taken off in years
I had to visit Teresa
But when I returned
I remembered why I'd never left before
Things go wrong around here when I'm gone
The walls get lonely when they're abandoned
Then I have to deal with a different sort of cleaning
Spotlit spiders, bloodied stairs appear
If only wires live here, who's to blame
And where are the spots leading to?
The better question seems not to be who's done this
In an empty house
But who's to be killed
I sit mesmerized by the vastness of the ocean,
Branded by the white fire of the moon,
Two old friends whose relationship I struggle to contemplate...
Me & the Mountain
My throne sits atop Black Mountain,
Supporting my headspace and homeland,
As nature always does...