loathmaster5k

          Once the clouds settle... Ambiguous, the hand snatches the swindling serpent. Casting fire and lightning bolts without these       cares which we consciously call reason. Constantly, the coarse fire settles into a Sinewy Stew... Bathed and broiled in these beloved desires, the gathering Stew tips its paralleled eyes into the corner of the heated cove. As we dance and break- As we dance and underneath the vertical Spheres, we see the spirals we once Knew revolt from this contingency. Accidentally, but not proud.      &#

Thus ends the winnings Thus ends our biddings. Thus ends this life that we tragically decided to put to a stop. Thus told her story as the truck screams in pain. Thus broke our start. Thus broke the bond of which tied two spheres. Thus broke apart. And apart which we had wished and hoped, That which we could create rhyme and scheme, That which fell from the spaces lined with ink. Alas, all will be all; as all can exist. All can control these spaces betwixt. Together, being stated in a self-lonesome tone; Together, I fear the one reason to accept defeat. The pale; the gathering ocean. Swaying softly against the subtle sounds. N

A Smile, retold The foothill’s mould. A question asked… Willowing and re-catching We sink, we stand, We watch the hand. Browns and Greys in elder’s haze. Mahogany fall flat in strand. The snare follows the picture’s wake. Fall, The vowel’s mistakes. Every sand To hold us back. Reverend The casche, attack. Now watch the blues befill the sky To watch, or wait, or question why. Grassy needles pinching backs. The wind draws blue, The Nile’s black. Follow more To catch a cold The River Ends A mile back. Oh……. Swimming on the winter’s back Now…. Read the warming sunlight g

Time and time again, we question our own times We find and find and find but can’t ever find out why. We question thought but escalade through our very rhyme, Time is always infinite until the day we die. Because of its infinity, we’re taught young to rely, For those without the time can have their peace and sound. While the timed hurry to their doors, panic in their eye, The timeless breathe in the air, and stare at what they’ve found. We, the timeless, now have more room for thought. As the timed ones tick and tick away their time to live, Fretting over questions that the timeless have already sought. When time is

The fog cleared but nothing was there No one was near… The shadows chased were just an illusion The stars vanished, not even emptiness remained. The cornered man sat in the center of the room Lying to the jumping-men weighing him down. Every emotion fused into none Ever color merged to white. Charcoaled eyes and bewildering cries, The madcap sat opaque. Welcome to the land of no shadows, All is distraught and souls escape. No paths to follow except the illusion Choose your way, be dragged by the tempt. Nothing will remain, all will be fake. The mirror stares the marksman in the eye. Have you always been a disguise, or hav