The Well of Eternity

Dreams

A round well of uncertainty the shades of man circle

Graceless in form 

deep inspection

Down the well

Deep below surface

From a perch on high

Shreds the final judgment

Guide lines posts

Verdict

For a life

For the precious, a pillar

Grasping blue light

Blue acceptance

Calm

Like the eyes of man

Beaming down from cloudless sky

Engaging soul

Releasing pain

All loving

All caring

All consuming

Pulsing warmth

Like wishful ocean tides

Where memories lay bear

And only love

Remains

Or darkness

Darkness beyond black

Within the hands of evils born

Transgression

Hate

Jealousy

Worn loudly outside

Born terminally within

Ripping

Tearing

Shearing

Tongue from mouth

Skin from muscle

Bone from frame

Only to reform

And suffer

Always

Forever

And ever

Amen

Which band of brothers?

Which source?

Here, by the well,

Choose

Finality

Unaware of the circumstances

Unaware of eternity come

Time in

Time out

The choice remains

Sitting stagnant

Stale

Against the Well

Pondering,

How have I lived?

Dining With the Devil

Dining at the table of Beelzebub,
                I wonder,
                                wistfully,
if this steak is undercooked
                or
if my tastes have simply shifted
                from raw
                                to well-done.
“Never mind the meat my dear friend,
                                have a glass of wine
and wonder no more.”
So do I do and notice the
                lovely bouquet of flavors
                emanating from my glass.
“Of course, my dear friend!
                This is my own personal
                recipe. Drink and be merry!”
Glass after glass I consume, end upon end;
over
                and over again. Until
colorsmeld and sounds echooo.

The party goes dim
the guests disappear
and
my Host
                and I
                                are alone;
                at last.

Difficulty Breathing

one night,
a taste of detachment,
pure objectivity.

Not for love,
for sanity.

one night.

Let’s leave our woes behind.
Let's revel in the glory of Jupiter,

Venus.

Polaris.

Star-filled skies
Salt-soaked seas.

Let’s speak without words,
distractions.
Let’s live this night, just this one,
with every breath.
Just one night.
Don't believe the dawn.
Don't believe Apollo.
Let's live, for just one night,
before our lungs contract and
Poseidon’s step-children take our breath away.

Late Nights

We dare to see the sun rise.

High on life and everything else.

Warmth seeps into our bodies.

Reminding us,

together

we

are

Alive.

Parachute Down Like a Lifeline

Sweat
Spit
Grab
Grip

Push
Pull

Slap moan
cum go

After a night like this, who needs therapy? I’ve spent more time learning what makes you tick than any asshole should be allowed. 
                                                Round 2?
After a drink, but I’m not staying unless you have some dark, dirty secret to let me in on and even if that’s the case…it better be good.

          (I’m sick of rainbows and butterflies, pull the ripcord and let the monster out.
                         I’m fucked up mentally and need to know that you hurt the way I do when
                                          it’s all over.)

Born of Air, We Turn to Dust as Life Encroaches

You and I are only wisps of dust

Held together by threads of belief and desire.

The wind blows and we shift.

We face the sun and turn away.

Upon the path we find He that devours all

                “Open your mouth shriveled child,

                The clouds carry rains of dark filtered

                Light.

                If you cannot see, open your eyes.”

               

Spread your arms and embrace a Chance.

                “I am your Savior, You are my Lamb.

                Pray not for forgiveness but for joy.

                You need not fear that which you

                Cannot see.

                I promise you vision.”

We are dust

Covering the ruins of mankind

                “Come to me.”

Higher Education

Upward and onward-through the haze,

the malaise,
chill
while I feast,
upon words,
thoughts, dreams and loss,
numbers, letters,
sex and drugs,
life.
Sit
and
take it in,
one day at-a
dot dot dot
Time.
It’s Mine.
Yours,
everyone’s.
You can’t lose it,
waste it,
or betray it.
It’s all around.
Beautiful discontent
Beautiful disconnect
so happy to repeat.
Dishing about
news from a thousand
years ago.
So let’s go,
into the world
out to sea
to see
what we can do
with our
dot dot dot
Higher
Education