INNERVOICE
“By little wisdoms”
In this quiet passing the sun and the way light falls from the sky,makes me think of moments in my childhood files when I watched the sky and counted each cloud as they sailed on high,amidst the
smells and sounds of the daylight forces of nature.I have journeyed to this hintered space, reasons of my own making.
As I carry this load up that hill to the sea.I see through this looking glass.I hear the crashing waves and i see the sea of possibilities.This infinite line of madness, blissful blight of unmiraculous cities shored against my ruin.
Protection and spitfired tongues lash their contorted intrusive syllables
against the roof of our mouths .
We swallow the wallowing lies of inadequacy, lying to fit in.
Fitting pain between our rib cage pounding heart(s )
adjusting to the menace inside.
Liberame/liberame,
She sang as the Viking sun went down in Norse country.
That morning found a note that said.
Not one word will I speak,
not one word.
“He that is incapable of deceit is incapable of love.”.
The apostles blow bombs,firecracking the ghoulish demons lurking on
the breaths of winding streets and pummeling footsteps.
In memory I search for this pitch black light. My heart is heavy with it.
Deception betrayal remorse loss regret
revenge religion rage.
I am this dreamer,retriever of his own deathly regret.
I scribble this jibberish with this music in my head,
the crackers in the distance sounding off,
Childrens voices rising and falling.
“This and more I have loved,
“this and more I love”.
Look for a double lit shadow in this mist, therein, I exist,
manufacturing words for, consumption,
redemption /seduction.
I speak with slippery tongues about butterfly’s birth and death,
about foul play and loves regret.
My tongue is long.I ladle my vowels and plenty of volume behind it.
Such web as these we build our dreams upon.”
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