There’s not much left when the soul is bared raw

To its innocence’s theft blasted into your very craw

The pit of insanity and the broken

Thinking ambiguity is the answer stolen

From the brink the fire

This time the phoenix stays down

26

November 25, 2012

When the moment arrives be present.

27

The bloodletting’s a good song

Eerie cartoon from the dark place

Serendipitous play

Exsanguinated comedy

Sitting in on the day-to-day

Just watching all go to hell in a hand basket

Second by second

Such is the moment that permeates

My inner turmoil.

Days turn against what I had in mind

And squander Waits’ nickel on the dime

For a quarter not worth the bill it’s printed on

Must be Canada surpassing the American

Bring it down

Standard isn’t

Angry of heart as the Blonde

Says (Concrete that is)

Is it a voice of my inner beast?

Shall we say?

Nothing smudges the paper like Dead Me’s

They crawl out of the blatant

And turn the page

As nuanced slipped pretty at times

Sometimes can feel very jaundiced.

28

I came into this place

As I came to the door

I was twenty years past

Decades showered me

With feelings of time gone by

Fled with the wind never to return

29

Here it comes again

Flows like a river and falls

Tumbles with the rain-bowed

Drops fluid with the rain

And then slowly climbs back up

Just like the mist

That’s the feeling of the mist rising

Not the uplift from the breeze

But rising hovering on its own

In its own life

30

Not its stop – brevity – halts

Movement ceases

All the gears ceased

Derailed and change

Unchained

We begin a new

31

The grateful turn

They do not return

They appreciate

They don’t depreciate

Or devalue

They care and seed the same

They do allow not the dark

But bring light to it

However little be it theirs

To part with

And depart not with

The passion that fires it

32

Did you see sorrow?

It walks among us

Smiles blackened grins

At you to frown your chin

Have you heard it grow?

It turned in a fuss

To hide its tears grimace

Just a wrinkled chin on your face

Bang bang

Has the reality hit yet

Poor you walking with nothing

One step above the voids

And a step below the zero’s

Come on

33

In the garden of the accosted

We bruise fruit ripe with insanity

Ready for the pickin’ and full

Of the maddening reality that it brings

Turn it down and you’ll miss out

On the knowledge that parts us

Turn it up and you’ll see things

That’ll burn your eyes to dust

Turn it over and let it slice you

Cutting deeper into the flesh of the unknown

Spin it round and round till we’re dizzy

And let yourself think this is good stuff

Even though it’s just one perspective

Of the ugly truth, there is no nice one.

34

I am free so I believe

Trading places from the chains of self

I am free to a place

I am given a reprieve from this self

I am free from this stench

And given my place in a play

I am free to slide in and out

From what I believe twisted like

I am free I am free

35

I remember you. Clearly can see you.

I can reach and touch you

But like the mist that lays the summer dew

You disappear from reach

I can only feel you on my skin

Turned dew moist kiss on me

I wish you were on my lips

Departed now into the dark woods

We see you darling as the revenant

Through the bramble layers and the rabbit trails

Running into the shadows as morn

Cuts into days

The warmth of it lays heavy upon us

The heat carves into the decays

Its scent blurs the lines

Between the beneath and the above

Some would call this love

Others would deem it just

Others just what it is?

The second course starts

Remember running

Through it all

Through all the summer vines

And the evergreen nettle

Dead brown starts a fire quick

And again the breeze runs

With our every breath

Can you feel it?

It was a time when we

Thought we knew it all

Were above it all

It was a time when we all called it youth

And like everything else

It gets old pretty fucking quickly

Damn they came like wolves

And left like their howl

Into a void I never

Want or need to return

I can see how in that distance

From whence time took it from us

Took it and ran like that Buck and his doe

With pride.

Well it stood there for many years in the woods all alone

One day I revisited and saw

The shape of things to be

I that its collapse would

Have to mine to heal and bring changes

End part one