Deep Ravine

Tracks left behind by an unknown beast,
I follow them like a hunter on the trail.
These tracks lead somewhere new I tell myself,
touching the earth and smelling the leaves.

Much of it’s trail is easy to spot,
this creature doesn’t worry about being followed.
Perhaps another beast is it’s pray,
being followed just as I follow you today.

The search quickens and the trail get’s hot,
the beast that I’m tracking is just up ahead.
Running with anticipation and lust,
The chase makes me crazy and puts strange things in my head.

You were all I wanted,
now I’m not sure what to do,
everything I’d ever hoped would happen,
it was always supposed to happen with you.

A monkey swings from a tree,
I’m surprised and run off the trail.
Falling into a deep ravine and losing myself completely,
My mind rebuilds it’s self while I redesign me.

Who am I today?
This isn’t right being so different everyday.
I gentle tear rolls down my cheek and I talk to myself like I’m crazy,
I reply to myself out loud “maybe”.

Forever passes while I regain my strength,
the days are long though I remember none of them.
Strange thoughts always passing through my mind,
Separating myself from me and direct the thoughts at him.

If it’s not you I’m supposed to be with,
not you I’m to spend my days and nights holding tight,
growing old with until nothing remains but sandpaper and wax,
If not you,
then who?

Intense

I am the word telling the action,
which creates the cause of the effect.

With passing judgment I,
commit to happen what should have been.

You being of sound body and mind,
react how it is that you do effecting me,
the cause of you.

No noun knew now,
just what I should call you...

Eve of pin drop, sound of the world

Life pressing, it’s a Jesus hairball.
Optical illusions transforming into microphones.
The world just wants to listen to music.

Creative lions, paint in his nose.
Prey turns on one another giving the audience a real show.
Can’t stand to watch this anymore, reality is just to slow.

Chicken wings, taunt them with goat.
Fly’s in my soup stir it for me but eat it I won’t.
The walls are sticky here so spiders don’t need ropes.

Catfish.
How does that fit into the works of all of this?
Is something swimming towards or without?

I cry, very slowly a fin comes out.
Stupid cat ate my fish and spat it out.
Can’t remember the name I gave it anyhow.

Yak, a heard sound distant and loud.
This is where the Devil turns cold and borrows into the ground.
No one wants to know what goes on in my head, so don’t hear me out.

Tyrant

I, Tyrant.
Terrorizer of what is good, pure, and full of light.
Plague to those who know me and doom to those who don't.
Burner of crops that feed life and destroyer of life that grows crops.

A, walnut.
Tactful servant of the walnut tree, birds, and squirrel like.
Fruit to those who would eat it and doom to those who might be allergic.
Seed to future Walnut trees and seed to it's self from it's future as a Walnut tree.

The irony.
A tyrant shadows the lands from above, below, and under the sea.
Pillaging all that there is and leaving none for the weak.
Amidst all of this the young Walnut does sleep and grow with destiny upon it.

An end.
The tyrant nears the peak of his reign, his terror, his rank.
Taking to a group of traders on route and falling hard upon them like a bird that cannot fly.
The mighty Walnut falls from it's place and hits the tyrant in the back of the head.

Goodbye

A single tear crawls up my brow,
I hang here like a possum but I don't know how.

Something inches close to me,
everything is clear but I still cannot see.

I open my mouth to speak but no words come out,
they can't understand what I'm talking about.

Then she stands to walk away,
I restrain my tear this time for her sake.

As she leaves in my mind I tell her that I love her and wish her goodbye,
I know she will never understand but neither will I.

Inner Battlefield

A coin toss,
the coin lays still in mid air,
a future undecided awaits those who survive.

From across the waters the enemy shows themselves to no one,
arrows that do no real harm but sting you where they strike,
fear must be overcome if we are to last through the night.

Something amiss,
cards are blank,
what are we playing with?

The wounded and the dead return to their home,
though it's unclear how they continue to stand,
victory and defeat are ours in the fight against no one.

Looking deep,
seeking answers,
who are them?

It's like I was fighting no one,
throwing spears and casting arrows,
the battle raged on but what was I firing at?

No one knows,
no one will,
no one was there,
I fought them still.