Poems

Preview; The Blue Sky Above & Black Earth Below

The first 20 pages of an ancient collection of poems, detailing the push and pull of a young mans mind

...Blue Sky Above.

And so it begins,

Once more,

Upon the time in which the black night recedes,

The blue sky appears,

It enters,

It's eyes like that of God,

It's stench like summer rain,

Spring field grasses, sage on the hilltops,

The sky stands silently,

We soak in its light, bathe in the luxury of blues,

Will thus come tomorrow?

...Will the hues return to their post upon the post-erior

Perpendicular

Sky?

... It is so very early

Soon it will be so very late,

Late in the day- Late

But the sky is blue now,

And blue it shall me, shan't never un-be .

For some time longer,

Hope is what it tastes like,

To look up to the infinitesimal expanse,

To raise my chin high,

My eyes higher,

My soul is up there, my soul is up there .

In the blue,

In the sky,-flutter.fluter fly.

Tonight we sing no song of goodbye -

Today we enhance the sights of days,

Today we imply greatness upon says of lip,

Says the lip ... drip .DRip.DrIp... drip .

The sky is falling,

Liquid tears of joy come from a cloudless sky,

Entry requires Hope, Love- the speech of.Jesus Christ-

You know him?

Know him better.

Speak with thy Lord,

Hope thy not die,

Before

Thy sky turn dark-

The sky turn black-

...The sky rests now,

Fade 'way the blue-blue above,

Fade a.way. Forever to come.

Forever is coming from.forward.feverish- expanses.

Goodbye, O' Goodbye Blue Sky.

I will miss the golden kiss of the sun

Upon these crystal white rain.drops

I will miss the glance of God's Eye,

God's grand Blue Eye .

But alas, thy greatness must go-

thy beautiful must fade

in recession of infinite black.

Infinite.Black.

Letters to God,

Letters to the Blue Sky Above...

I miss thee, but I know thy return upon tomorrow.

I know thy return...

You will return, won't thee?

...Won't thee?

O’ Blue Sky Above.

O’ Dear.GoD.

O’ Lord in Heaven-Almighty.

...I cannot see.

And I am scared of the

Dark.

(The Devil whispers unflattering phrases)

I could do it all,

I can be worth everything,

So much more,

So much more.

I could do nothing,

I could be worth zero.

I could lie here,

In my bed and not give a shit.

Or I could sit here,

Read,

Study,

I could learn and work.

I can do nothing.

Or everything.

That

My sir,

Choice.

And it doesn't seem to be of your concern.

--Mon, Aug, 22nd, 2022.

Sleep

Are you tired?

Are you ready for bed?

Heading off to the land of

Death-adjacent?

Heading down to the basement

Of unconscious story?

Are you

Off to somewhere distant,

Yet near? To somewhere fake,

Yet real. To someplace cold,

Yet warm.

So warm and yet ice cold.

Billiard, Yet desert.

Tundra, yet acacia.

Are you going without me?

Don't leave.

Please don't go.

I'm tired too...

Please don't leave me.

I don't remember how to sleep.

Teach me.

Teach me one more time.

I promise not to forget…

I promise -

I promise, sir.

--Mon, Aug, 22nd, 2022.

O' God

O' please bestow upon me

The virtue

Of that of which

See as Devine.

O' God

O' please give

The endurance

To grab by the severing strings

Of this imaginary reality

And

Forge it back together.

Iron on Iron,

Allow me the strength

To pull the fabric of the imaginary

Cosmos

Back together.

Back as

One.

United.

Whole.

O' please God.

Give me what I already have.

Let me see it.

Let me hold it.

Show it to me

And

Make it known.

Make me know it.

Force me

To forge

The bond

Of universe

And universes.

One of honest.

One of pliability.

--Tues, Aug 23rd, 2022.

Quiet yourself turd.

They've been

Raped

Murdered

Pillaged

And plundered.

Apologies on behalf of

Ancestors long since

Perished.

Apologies on behalf of fucking

No-one.

You deserve no apology,

As do they.

You deserve nothing

But

Silence.

Allow me to sit here

And speak

As you claim we get a right to.

As people of this planet,

As beats of nature

And creatures from jungle

A'far,

I can say with utmost certainty

That we have all faced your

So called

Despair.

We have all faced

Murder

Genocide

Ruin

And rape

And death and so on.

We have been

Plagued

By the collective atrocities

Of man

Since man decided to roam.

And roam he did.

Roam he fucking did.

Now silence,

On behalf of

Our

Dead

Ancestors

And soon

To be

Dead

Descendants.

--Tues, Aug 23rd, 2023.

They lie

Lie do they do.

Why can't they seem

To be

Genuine with each other?

With others,

It seems like an impossibility

To even

Utter

Truth.

To dare say something

Honest.

To dare attempt

To make themselves look

Typical

Regular.

And above all else,

They can't be so.

They can't make themselves

Look

Like the others.

And so they lie.

Ironically...like the others.

--Thur, Aug 25th, 2022.

They

Are so much fun.

Drugs are.

Alcohol.

That's the only one

I've had experience with.

It's the only one that makes

Feel good

As far as I'm aware.

It makes me dull

In the

Sense of awareness.

It sharpens my

Sexual desire.

It sharpens my appreciation

For the world

And the joy that comes

Along with it.

I wish I had more

Of it

And yet

I wish it burns away my soul.

And yet

...

Here we are.

Sober.

But...

Happy?

--Thu, Aug 25th, 2022.

You tak.e

The matt.er

Of the cosmos,

Explode it,

Summon it,

Simmer it in a

Universal - crock-pot. .

Season the ever-living-f.UcK

Out of it

And

poof

…

Here we are.

Some of us didn't get seasoned

.Enough.

Always hogged all the.damn. pepper.

Some, weren't sculpted in the same

Explosion.

Boring .

.SoUnd.Like pUssies to me, Bud.

--Thur, Aug 25th, 2022.

C8H10N4O2.

C19H28O2.

C10H12N2O.

C8H11NO2.

C13H16N2O2.

Repeat.

.Once.mORe.

This is success.

In its base form.

In its first stages.

Make what you will of it.

Most of you won’t make anything of it.

Hence why you- etc.

etc.

--Thur, Aug 25th, 2022.

I wish

I had the

Ability .

To sit here .

.To sit here lonesome

And do.nothing.

To do.nothing

Safe of

Re.gRets.

Safe of wORry.

Safe of disapp.oint.ment.

Safe of. the. necessity

Achieve.

Safe from being me.

Will that ever be possible?

Truth is...

Will I ever want that to be possible?

-- Thur, Aug 25th, 2022.

The dark

Of the

Night

Creeps out of the valley

Like a terror.

Fear resides in the unknown.

The dark is glassy

Ink.

Sights will only be seen

In dawn.

Boy...

Is dawn so far away.

Our only choice is to walk there.

Come now, boy.

Its a distance ‘ways,

But all distance gets covered.

All in time. All in our steps.

Come with me.

Dawn a’waits.

-- Sat, Aug 27th, 2022. (Late.)

The ravine was

Claw mark in the Earths crust .

.Rocks that'd

Kill

You

Before you saw over the edge.

.Deep dark purple lichen

Grew like bulbous moles.

I can smell it…

It’s Fur.

I pick it up,

Put it to my nose.

.Inhale.

The strong stench of piss.

...Cougar.

Every ledge was overgrown in Wheatgrass

Every ledge slippery

Than the next.

.Every ledge angled

Designed to roll ankles.

.Designed to throw you ten feet down to the next one.

Designed to send your skull

.To the heinous rocks below.

To death.

.A smoldering death before the cougar

Could even smell you .

--Sat, Aug 27th, 2022. (Late.)

Show me the

Dictionary

And I'll teach you to spell.

Show me the

Dictionary

And I'll teach you inspiration.

Show me the

Dictionary

And I'll provide the formula.

Show me the

Dictionary

And I'll allow

You

Read the

Words

Backwards.

Show me the Dictionary

And I'll teach to

You

To love every letter

Of every word

In every way

It can be used.

For with our Dictionary

And within ourselves

We find the meaning

To the world

We are provided.

Provide

A new Dictionary

And I'll provide

You

The means to read it

However you wish.

And with this wish

Comes

Everything the

World hid from us...

--Sat, Aug 27th, 2022.

I'm so very tired.

Yet I wish not to be.

Yet I wish to be.

To be tired

Is to be in

The state of total

And untotal

Rest.

And to rest is to

Love oneself more

Than they already attempt to.

And so I'll stay tired.

Not on purpose.

But on the foundation

of this accident.

As we share one in the same.

--Sat, Aug 27th, 2022.

This world

Was designed

To be just as it was.

A world.

A Word.

Something,

Save for nothing,

But not everything.

It's a thing

Yet

All things

Yet

Really nothing at all.

And yet

It's only a Something

If we were here

To give it this

Definition.

And by definition

It is but a design

To be definition-less. ‘dEsigN-lEss.”

Oddity

Quite

Apparent here.

On this

Everything,Something,Nothing

world

--Mon, Aug 29th, 2022.

I said I was a

God.

A fucking

God

Called myself.

And I fear the days

A day like today

Where I am anything

But that.

It.

Anything but

A God.

And it hurts to know

I'll have days when

All I have to offer

Is below average.

I fear leaving

This state of

Godhood.

I fear not being

What I am.

I fear silence …

And my Absence

Of the supposed

Godhood

Is the most

Terrifying

Form of Fear.

I'm supposed to be a

God.

And when I'm not

It's terrifying.

But Gods aren't supposed to fluctuate.

… Why am I?

--Tue, Aug 30th, 2022.