Death Says Five

this time

death
has no option

but to rise up

To think a man weak
Weakens ye
To think a man sick
Sickens ye
To think a man less
lessens ye
the more becomes
what ye think it be

care  when you feel good
or your care will hurt more

Words
neither hurt nor sting

all opinion
bes self inflicted

Force not yourself

at a world you believe
is not here

any word on the water

The weigh of a life
is as shadow to light
on the backbone of a souls body

the throw of force from the open source
to the spin of a hearts command
hung on the heat of a higher mind
play rule to the skeletal bare burn
tasked to the clay on bones return to the mould
fetched blind on the parcel of a thoughts thinking

Lay dream to the heat of a swans pose
a tickled scent to the babies toes
press taste to the breath of a red white fire
a wilt to the wonder on a willows shire

Chase hunger lame to the lions eye
fleshed to the essence of an eagles fly
spit soul to the buzz on heave of hive
a bottlenose swim to an oceans dive

Event Horizon

May breath fall light on your mantle peace
as you lay your hands to the cold clay of soils heat
May the opal azzure rays of golden sun
break your wilt and burn the most of all nature
to your reptile mind and  chest of discord
bled brightly red rich and pulpous
thru the vex of a quickening heart
steep deep breached to the altitude of life's collect call
rung aloud thru the sun stricken moon
burrowed seminal in the fluid fire and flood of event horizon

but heaven ignored

as man made mind
creates a hell to heaven
or a heaven to hell

She rests on broken silence
Combs her blush oer the seething skirt of the red eye
Her lament topples treachery from its poisoned perch
Seared to rock by scaling hands of white fire
The servile on request
opt neath her nestled fleet
ground to dust and chaff

Light bends its mind to the hum of soul
Turns eye in on claim of self
Strips guile from oceans of red ripples
Thick and warm gainst the rich vein of repose
Reigning its sheathing blood electric oer its fawn
Curing  flesh to the heat of its heavenly body

but the sense of its not being

there's no telling it

All just passing through
forever's point of view
trust life to take it all away
to put it back together again

that remains not ever die
as that not leave be left behind
a story written to the mind
the human pen but ink to life

As the human stops holding hands to belief
the current runs free thru each one
independent to each ones vision
as a whole creator
and not thru another creators whole

Reality bes unique to your eye
not thru anothers

I think
as far my thoughts

and stay
out of the reach of others

is not a choice

it is a right
beyond choosing

we understand
it may be hard

to not count your chickens
after they hatch

Is this thought a thinker ?
Hiding in its seek
begging to forgiveness
in the promise of relief
A victim in its mercy
a stow away to blame
Turning on its tricks
to please the master
of this game

Is this thought a thinker ?
A ransom on the tongue
A letter in its memory
as the lover to be loved
A piece in its own puzzle
clicking pictures into place
Filling up its belly
in the empty of its space

Is this thought a thinker ?
Will it die or will it live
Does it know it has the answer
to the question that it spins
Will it find its own perfection
in the matters it reflects
Adrift inside the memory bank
The cause without effect

Is this thought a thinker ?

People
will do exactly
as you wish they wouldnt do

when your wishing
they would do something else

cant stop something spinning
by spinning it more
spin else where

until you make it
an enemy or friend

golden light
to the soul

We hear a many snarl and say
all people about their selves today
who else to be about ? replies
now don't hold your breath to tell us lies

a rich mans poor mans weathers same
some make it hay
some make it rain
not to say don't lend a hand
but first things first to understand

to take a leaf out of our book
a creature takes back that it took

to the fire of eternality

where did I last leave you
behind enemy lines

pats my back

come on son
we're home

I be
only capable
of seeing

that which
I put in my eye to look at

I create
as I look
and
I see what
I created

unless you want it to happen

some where else


space is ones salvation
life a fortress with no walls

hope put some where else
outside the heart is sure to fall

to like self

that's not how you work

telling a truth

more
than we not know

As you think yourself less
you become
more of the less you are thinking

As you think yourself more
you become
more of the more you are thinking

A
cannot

become
B

one who shoots
at 2 targets
splits his eye
in half

On clouds bright in plume
sit sentients in suns perfume
voices sing laments in claim
on souls beneath in venting rain

heart wakes silence to its skin
its press of fire in to akin
resonance hails wishes wild
in plenty to  alls willing smile
its grin be empty of repose
sharp its essence on its toes

set flight to colors green on red
high in its hum its living head
release to grip its praise upholds
announce upon its in disposed

a mighty brave soul
a mighty wide heart

flighty on the tip of a wave
toward a rock and roll

trying to change the one looking at it

than the real thing

take your time
to be found out

its only benefit

death

Please be
as you ask us to be

as we not see you any other way

This thought

Does it feel good ?


until you be your best

best not struggle to feel it

but roar

into your own eye

This food you feed me
explores my deepest thirst
draws tear to a sting of eye
warm from the swell of this hollow body

I be loved to you
and you be loved to I
one voice
one singer
one sung

no skin to separate
sleeps awake

a love not taken
creates another
such a love I be to you
as you be to I
my love
my light

my soul maker

An angels keep
rolled to her side

pressed heat to mine sleep

wept to our skin
a lovers hold

I
am
a stranger
loving you

not

a
stranger
to
your love

Go direct to the feeling you want
and you wont get lost in the thoughts you're not feeling
on the way

be made to choice given
or create one to have

an idea

and all it represents to a mind

to inspire
or destroy itself

The subtle cuts high sail
Nips to the heel of a trepid surge
A courtesy bends in its open fern
Recoiling its claim into remembrance
Heaping pose on the dead dark glut
Neath its oaring heave

In base the bluff kerbs no intent to a swift swallow
Perching its down on the widows yern
Its close fervent smish haps placid
Again the blighty moor
Stone as cold in its nest of negation

Pressing her pulse to symphatic  nuture
Her tempered tender tongues its way
Taming its shrew to the cain of Eel and arrow
Its slip , sharp across the eery veil of guilting
Pierces deep to the dull *****
Birthing its pangs upon the sickly clad
Thickened to stew in slithe and slither


Ruse
Hollows pale
Filling every mercy to its brim
Belting its breath to a brazin bow of command
Its fleet stale as marrow
Plunder its slackened writ
Steadfast on beam
Her Blood Red Compass

soul
be an essence

to
all in ask

Start no conversation
feels hard to have

a soul is
softly spoken
not forced to speak