A stale tasting box

The smell of sawdust

Is it so sweet

To be loved?

I wonder what makes

A performance so delicious

To decide to take a waltz

The sugar in its sounds

How profound it is to

Look

And by another’s account

Be found

A ballerinas ball

How beautiful, the song

Just as beautiful

Inclosed in space

But only real

If it is saw

The ballerinas dance

The ballerina bawls...

Blood is a blanket

Covet the cover

Of muscle, bones

Sins and mistakes

A duvet of shame

To spill, to blame

One in the same

Under the scarlet gaze

Raise in morning

Razor in mourning

Rain of veins

Fear when pouring

Here’s the pact:

The caviat

The karat golden

Honored lariat

Red means love

Red means life

Red means stop

In sign or light

Red is beating

Fist or heart

So red means st...

If it’s just one time

One cat

In a cardboard box

In a dark alleyway

It can scare humans

It can scare creatures

Innate, concentrate

In concrete desolate

But, Heaven sent chance

An invite to dance

To watch a cat prance,

Nuzzle, for its happy

Watch it close its eyes and blink

For it is safe

It is happy

But for every cat in an alley

In a box

In pain

There are a million who watch

Wat...

The weight of silence

Is invisible as gravity

For the ring in our ears

Is a quiet calamity

An unforeseen tragedy

When the apple drops

We seldom hear

In a simple mechanism

An echo of our fears

The cry of a tear

The strength in a cheer

A melody, haunting me

Haunting you

Haunting us

Is the ringing that occurs

With the melody stops...

Micheal lives in a cabin at a place I won’t disclose , surrounded by creatures who cannot blush or tell him lovely empties

He spends his day cutting wood into logs

Therapy

And plays poker at the whiskey manufacturer near his abode

A maybe less productive therapy

Nevertheless, Micheal loves his quaint little life, and has found immense, straightforward pleasure in the nature around him

Rock...

I am praying for fire

Praying for fire

To burn branches of wilt

That suffocate my sight

Bury my own will

I’m praying for fire

To renew me once more

Gather shattered glass at my feet

Propel me off the floor

Open a new door

In not purpose, nor direction

Not ability, or perspective

But of flames to smother out

The unneeded conventions

The pretentious message

Of the human’s inventio...

Imagine gold that

Flowed like

Velvet

Melted-down, satin

Smooth-drip

Tune

Strung sing-song

Tethered along

Fabric of a resonant

Heaven sent

Envelope with

Writing that

Is tattered for

The paper bent.

What do we wish for?

A diamond-plated door

Porcelain in accessory

Marble on the floor?

Does it matter when

The path we walk

Carved itself

In how grass grows?

Does the richness of our l...

He barely spoke English

But he said the sky would fall today

Honeysickle dissmial

Sugar bullet pistol

Crystal candy missile

Grab our tissues

Ask if death would mean they’d miss you

Relish on the parlay

A total flush of face

With 5 joker wildcards

Played as an ace

When the things we create

Become scars on the face

Tell me if brimstone and ash

If fire is our fate...

On the flip side

I feel it being where it needs to be

It being heart,

Placement on the soul

When it aligns like stars do

Around the planet when it rolls

It being purpose

It being passion

It being clothes you wear

Not the style

But how they’ve fashioned

A studded belt looks good

It still shines fastened on the neck

But what we give value

Can choke us

withhold what’s next

So if I burn...

Hedonism

Pessimistic enjoyment of

Beautiful things to toy with

Warped ideals, bountiful appeals

To a great cause somewhere beyond

Somewhere entirely close

Rooted at the center

Gravity never bends to weather

Whether the weight is a feather

Better is on a jagged path

Worse is a flowered prance

One promising wilt

With a lack of water, change

One returning to dust

to promise it won’t stay th...