Eye of Yew

Communication breaking,

no longer can the words be said

The letters are gone, faded over time

Left with only 6

Even though the letters are gone

It still remains the same

Eye of Yew

Left with only 6

But it still remains the same

The Great Collapse

Bricks crumbled beneath me
It seems no matter the foundation
The wolf will blow it down

Long from the Cave, I see with
Brighter eyes and a softer mind
The lives I've lived like past skins
Molted in the warmth of the sunshine

Rarely speaking, constantly thinking
I am a garden with blooming fruits
and crisp vegetables,
Hidden underneath locked doors
and secret chambers.

I am the moon in the midnight
I watch the children dream
and the adults worry
and the in-betweens cry.

And yet, the moon sets
and the gardens grow dormant
and the sun abandons the earth
and the great collapse begins again

Long from the Cave, I wonder
just how far a walk it would be.

Hard to Cross

Lines parallel
I'd do anything
to make them touch
to make it easier
to wrap you in me

innocent attraction
need to protect
mutual fluctuating opinion
trust and honesty

but I know
I know it can't

no matter how hard I try
I know it can't

destroying the sequence (umbilical cord)

it's easy in theory, to
nip the bud
cut the wire
snip the cord

just keep an even mind
climb the mountain
and hit the top
 and don't lose the scissors
or the will

then, to stop the parasitical circumstance,
rip the cord from the lover
and learn to feed elsewhere
and learn to survive without handouts

am i capable?
am i ready to be born into the world?
can i survive
without the umbilical cord?

Secret (Pierces)

Secret's safe with you
We can keep a secret if
One of us is dead

Travels

The cave has narrowed and Death and I are close.
We crawl together
Arms brushing.
I pace myself carefully, not to burn the small amount of energy I'm allowed.
When I wake, I wake hopeful. I see the future, the world outside;
I'm building it in my mind;
I'm pacing my travels,
tracing my steps,
walking on fist and toe
with large pupils
but never running on instinct;
no, only on intellectualism;
next to Death as an equal
a mutual teacher.
I show him life
and he shows me death.

We work together to create a superior being.
We work together to even the burden,
exchanging weights, answering questions,
balancing the load
between two halves
of one person.

Death and Life, functioning together,
Death creating Life, and life creating Death

We travel
towards a common goal:
equilibrium.

The Reminder

Divorces, separations, widowings
Happiness, empty, closed, reserved
Dead, never touches the eyes, alone with company
(Kissing without saliva)
Brushes the heart but never enters
(Fond but not in love)
Doors are locked
Keys are hidden
Under the mat
In the lamp
Underneath the rock
On the back porch

Reminders
This house is ours
Not my own