Every Mask Casts a Shadow

There is a room,

and in this room there is a door.

this door is covered with serpents, scorpions, and spiders alike.

Behind this fortified location is what the enemy doesn’t want me to have.

What stands behind the door is a dream, a hope.

It’s what I’ve set aside for a moment in an attempt to be more mature,

and it’s been enveloped, it’s been stolen, a thing once seen, something thought lost.

There is a pain ripping down the avenues of the my soul,

a pain that could instantly initiate a civil war between the crushers in white.

A brewing anger that fuels these fingers through my palms.

A distaste that burns in every cluster, in every fiber, of every ridge of these legs.

And yet, all i perceive i can do is lie still.

It’s something like having each extremity chained and forming a perpendicular intersection

and feeling the subtle vibration of one varment beginning the trek to your soul,

to an ocean of a hundred scampering over every link that i’ve built in my mind.

But it’s enough.

You see, there really is no tumultuous vault.

Behind the door, lining the walls are only mirrors,

glaring reflections of what i’ve allowed the settling fog to cloak me in.

Every word that henceforth proceeds from my mouth

is like a beam of light penetrating the thickening soup

I’ve veiled myself too many times in the hope that i was protecting

when in actuality i was only driving the stake deeper.

There’s no more room for dualities.  There is no more time for an assembling of the court.

There is no more energy to trap what i’ve known all along.

Every step i’ve made this far i’ll surrender for the return of that hope,

but this time, there is a fire that burns more furious than the last.

This time, there is no pulling punches.  This time, there is only space

for the mud, blood, sweat, and tears to pass between my hand and my spear.

The Current State of Affairs

The dance of time has consumed the things I once knew,

there’s never been a time I’ve been more secure,

and yet, there’s never been a time where I’ve lost so much

of the things I’ve come to know.

The voice that was being defined has been shadowed,

even now i lack the words to say.

Along the way I’ve lost the simplicities of joy,

the over complication of the do’s and don’t’s,

The endless numbers, the fortifying fears,

All these things, they cripple the ferocity I was knew.

I’ve known my mind to be the epicenter

of vision, thought, word play, passion.

It’s become clouded with the voices of others,

and ironically the voice of my own.

How treasonous.

Even now, they creep in.  

The lectures, the opinions, the rationales

everything that sounds swimmingly sane,

they’re the very things that have put so much

time between then and now.

What would it be to lose it all?

To start afresh.  For the very wind of God to

grab everything that is in front of me and spin it

to another realm? Would I even be able

to open the spheres of perception to grasp it?

What a battle that ensues,

between what is real and what is desired.

An Escape Route from the Deep

Like a rapidly descending diver,
the flesh of her mind imprints itself,
against the bones of her skull.

I can't wait to take a syringe,
and trace the wrinkles of your pain,
and release all that has crushed you.

I long for the day, when all the dark disappears,
that you can dance again, within your own imagination,
that your tongue would lick the greenness of the land,
and I could get caught up in it all, just to spend a moment with your soul.

Close your eyes and find a moment behind those lids,
because when you open them again,
there will be a different world ahead of you,
where colors will flip their present nature.

So take the paint brush of your hand,
and etch below your feet everything but sand.

Leaving the Past

A sleepless time has risen from the dark,
it's a season from all that has layered into the world,
I find myself with a shovel, digging for any hidden truth.

The night is filled with bats that sing circular songs
to one another, all in search of what's for them,
but seemingly all to the glory that has been bestowed upon them.

And as the dirt stitches into my brow,
I realize how disgusting this perversion is,
the caking grays and misaligned browns
splinter themselves into the lady in the red dress.

My spade pins a rock, and I have nothing left to do,
I drag my sleeve across my heavy eyes and feel a rain drop,
it meets my eye, my hand, and foot alike.

I lift my gaze and see her roaming about,
wondering where to find cover,
not really knowing if she feels cleaner or dirtier,
but I know how brightly that red will shine.

Life Relieved

five days have past me by,
and on the third, my life lifted up.

I found a new shade of green
on the forest floor.
Where everything but white had once been before

Slashing Worry

you want to take a foot hold in my life?
well I'll spit on your feet and hope it burns through
because this isn't a place for you
I want to be so filled that you'll be able to spot me,
steer clear from me a mile off, three thousand miles,
no, 250 thousand miles off, and sit on the dark side of the moon
so no one would ever be able to get another glimpse at you

She's a gift, there's no way I'm letting you steal her from me,
we've made it too far, He's guided us through time,
and here we are, the eve of our reunite,
and you want to drive a wedge between us like a chasm,
Want to make a joke about? switched it up, jokes on you,
I already know the game you'll play, bury me you in your slaves,
because you know one just won't do it.

First one that hits me, I'll open my arms and embrace the fear and let Him burn it up,
Second one that hits me, I'll fall to my knees and cast it out in his name,
Third that comes, my hands will dig themselves into the word and be thrown at you.

I hope you get the hint.
You're not taking her from me,
for as our love flourishes,
you'll be cast out again,
night, night.

All Falls Away

Each step I take ripples the ground below,
My breathes grow heavy as my eyes see the beauty that's nearing.
As I move towards her, the banners and signs begin to sway with my wake.

When our toes meet, our eyes are already locked,
and the floor begins to crack with anticipation.
The thoughts and cares of the world pour from my ears,
and bathe the surrounding land.

My hands graze over her hips, shattering the windows,
sliding up her back along the silk dress, syncing our lungs.

My articulations sink in the streams of her hair.
Our eyelids loosen and fall likes drapes,
and when I press her body to mine,
the ceiling begins to fall around us,
and everything falls to rubble,
as our pursed lips finally, fondly re-greet each other