Somnambulant

I watched forever crashing
In the limbs of fallen trees
And heard the desperation of the weary wind
Where time was set to gnashing
Leaving only old debris
And under what was lying dead, the living pinned

Those moments of requital
Planting wreckage in the boughs
Beneath the memory of what was never wrought
That sang as a recital
Like a kiss upon the brow
Of someone sleeping in the dream the rest forgot

I watched tomorrow shiver
Like a vagrant in a coat
Its fingers wrapped around a dagger of a spine
Erosion via sliver
Like a hand upon the throat
Of resurrection, choking flowers in the vine

A vision growing crowded
As if static on the screen
With a cacophony in turbulent descent
And growing til it shouted
Through the fabric of a dream
That would devour any virtuous intent

Assurances

People speak of love as though it holds to given metrics
As if X and Y should always equal Z
And it would be alluring
Knowing outcomes so assuring
But it never works so mathematically

Gravitating all the same to traits that are opposing
Then, at other times, to ones we surely match
But never knowing clearly
Why we hold another dearly
What divides the ones we chase from those we catch?

Even writing pros, and cons, and merits, to assure us
All the logic falls apart, it always does
We edit what we’re listing
Adding pluses and insisting
That our love is something more than what it was

Knowing this, we still continue acting like there’s reasons
That with love we can assess what we should do
While never being certain
What should be behind the curtain
So we hold to leaps in logic and we all just keep pretending we’ve a clue

Accede

How far does logic lead us
And how deep does worry reach?
What good are words delivered at the lips of ministration
When we know there’s nothing true in what they preach?

I ask to know the answer
Of a question that evolves
The words of, “Are we there yet?” on a road we’re slowly paving
To a place where quandaries our work resolves

Where signs devoid of writing
Are the brightest beams of light
And every way is forward, every cut was predetermined
Otherwise, it’s simply chaos, cold, and fright

But that’s where logic leads us
To the pain of, “no one knows”
Where all the wants and wishes are a place we label heaven
And it’s somewhere none have been and no one goes

Dregs

Feasting through the famine on a meal of bitter tears
To satiate a hunger unaware of what it craves
Marking off the minutes in a mission made for years
And holding on to fireflies to help illuminate the looming cave

Holding to a compass while debating up and down
And arguing the color of a sky we’ve never seen
Drawing constellations with a stick upon the ground
And holding to the fallacy that someday we’ll agree on what they mean

Starving on the banquet that we’ve made of efforts plied
And washing down revulsion with a chalice never filled
Burning promised bounties to defend the one denied
And holding hands before our eyes, we wonder when the sun will be revealed

Holding to a lantern while we fret the dying flame
And seeking whats to be upon a road that’s looping back
Begging for a hand, we fear to offer up the same
And holding to the things we wish to lose we never find the things we lack

Vesper

Where the winds were whipping
In the deserts of despair
With balance, ever tipping
Like a set of tired feet upon a chair

Standing so beleaguered
Where the weights were there upon
The shoulders that were eager
To be free and see the weight forever gone

In a room attended
By a lack of anyone
The darkness, now distended
And the pressure, once a pound, was now a ton

Steps without a meaning
And the chair fell with a bang
Now quietly he’s swinging
Like a chime that held a song that never sang

Alignment

Broken pieces reaching out for other broken pieces
With a hope that they can finally make us whole

But broken pieces traded leaves the same amount of pieces
That are broken in the center of the soul

Broken people reaching out to other broken people
Knowing cuts are mostly what our fingers find

Hoping that our pieces are so perfectly imperfect
That they’ll make the damage worth it when aligned

Diffident

The pencils are sharpened
The pen full of ink
The paper, pristine
Til it’s bleeding and darkened
By words in between
What I say and I think

The phrases are numbing
The sentences blur
The comments are cold
Like the thing I’m becoming
For trying to hold
To a fading allure

The words are depleting
The meaning is thin
The things that I wrote
Now I struggle deleting
Or even demote
Where they cut through the skin

The message is fading
The paper in shreds
The well is now dry
And I’m no longer waiting
For stars in the sky
To put light where the darkness has led