Crashing pans making sounds
Too loud that abound
Through stapes and hammer
The harder you slam ’em.
Conscience bequeaths you
My guilt demanding you
Heart saddened at the pain
The insufferable attempt in vain.
No act, no promise, no kiss
Could repair the impassable rift
Here I leave you adrift
In hopes you find a better gift.
Ticking silently beneath grass and dirt,
Amassing destruction to fatally hurt.
Cloaked beneath earth no one knows,
Metallic and deadly it quickly grows.
Mother Nature detests the thing,
Angrily growing a reclaiming ring.
Swallow it deeper, consume it faster –
May no mortal ever meet this Reaper.
Seeping through clumps and blades,
Refreshing company comes to aide.
Rushing through particle and root,
Calming calamity cools the brute.
Flowing around titanium walls,
Every touch soothes ticking calls.
Rusting walls soon slough away,
In the face of true love’s day.
Misconceptions reign supreme.
Broken promises jest in court.
Society to hope and faith they cling,
As the edges of seats retort.
Fallacy and dignity hand in hand,
Dancing for eyes ignorantly bland.
Bright colors lead eyes astray,
Like magic tricks tempt and sway.
Emotions hold no validity here.
Repress the ‘oohs’, deny the ‘aahs’.
Imbibe the liquor, down the beer.
Listen as the vulture caws.
Constructive thoughts shines bright.
Logic and knowledge held to breast, tight.
Bursting through speech and bodies, fight.
No ruler or clown defeats this knight.
Laughter ceases, seats empty.
Not a creak nor a squeak speaks.
Mind imbues reality quickly.
Throughout time the tale now leaks.
Blackened hills arch repetitively.
Mirrored effects muddle minds.
Numbers brand each plastic apex.
Bodies fill the cavernous space,
Cradled comfortable by hard embrace.
Monotonous and faceless, silent.
Another mountain — another man.
Blurred lines between entities.
Facing one direction, together,
How much can you see?
Refracted reflection rippling near,
Beneath the surface everything is clear.
Movement orders viscous facade,
Rearranging eyes and organs to applaud.
Survival camouflage plastic and neat,
Reserving a social standard seat.
Strangers meet in emulated glass,
Befuddled looks characterize the pass.
Eyes meet eyes blinded by lies,
Timid waves advertise highs.
Quickly walk to society’s embrace,
The only one to know true face.
Blood-flooded vessels course through veins packed with traffic contained.
Every breath of air evicted after eased in with love and care.
Neuron induced fire sparks thoughts taughtly impacted in my mind.
Am I male?
Am I female?
Does it matter?
No.
I am the same as you.
My rights are not.
No.
By law, I cannot do the same as you.
Perfection relative —
Love, oft cumulative.
Eyes, stunningly piercing
Through the heart —
Jackniving, shooting in
To the soul —
Burrowing, digging in
With clawed feet, pushing down.
The heart, begins to pound.
Claws knick flesh, blood sprouts forth.
Love, rushes toward swor’th.
Dripping slow, red and stark,
Burning bright, through each mark.
Each fire cauterizing.
Deep ache, now comforting.
Here you cumulate.
None other, can relate.
Twisting, clenching, aching gut.
Burning, tightening, stretching strut.
Muscles cleanly, greatly cut.
Pressing, squishing, hunching hut.
Human form never was so tough.
Trembling hands rub on concealer.
Layers of Maybeline increasing beauty.
Four legged companion the only comforter.
Continuing activities strict daily duty.
Complimentary colors are blue and black.
Each outfit earning pats on the back.
Sensitive eyes excuse the glasses.
Every conversation a series of passes.
Words land mines tongues dance around.
One misstep results in deafening sound.
Bloody bits fly through the air.
Nobody left to care.
Dutifully perched atop the very center of my place,
Thirty-two petals reflected color upon the terrace.
Upright upon the edge of the bed I sat,
Completely content in a well-mannered chat.
Hours passed and my eyes remained,
Glued unto those thirty-two petals, vase contained.
From the golden rod color erupting from their core,
To the forest green shooting downwards to the floor.
I discovered blues camouflaged quietly betwixt the purples,
And subtle oranges traipsed their way through the sepals.
I listened intently as light danced across the Xiphion,
For any secret those Irideae summon.
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