Can’t unscramble a scramble.
Said a random ramble.
Can’t unsee what’s been seen.
Time ticks forward-
‘Cept when we careen; fall back.
Attack lacks the efficiency
To be of any benefit.
The resilient brilliancies of the few…
Who just let it roll on through
The thruway of oncoming traffic.
Facing the flow of that which does not glow
With the exuberance promised
In our youth.
Gets easier by the day
As the hours harden hearts
Pulled by strings of fellow beings.
For he was a jolly good…,
Shadow camaraderie sings
Which brings us to ding! Ding Rings… .
The play of words is the stage and
This page becomes another cage
As my heart beats my feets
To a tune threatening to escape these ribs,
Ahhhh the endless abyss wages mad-libs
Worded in truthfulled fibs
Which link us in sync and send us
into an oblivion of
Black dove obsidian love.
As my letters are shred-
Reassembled into words read…
Translation alteration
Leads to agitation.
Alas- friction is what fuels our fires-
As the whispering winds cool our wires.
I used me words,
Built a canoe for two…
Paddle on off this page-
Free we will be…
I sketched us a river…
They say all streams eventually
Lead me back to your dreams.
Or was it the ocean’s screams?
Smoke screens cloud broke beings.
Which brings me back to the part…
Hmmmmmmmm.
The words rearranged
They changed.
Got me all deranged.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh.
The sword- sliced reality
Shards fell on the words
Of hard knocks and writers blocks.
Shattering the palindrome home
Of my loved in chains and shackled clocks
Havoc seized the day
That the senseless elementality
Of realty entered my mentality
And strung together a string
Of the most sensical things…
Elementary…really.
It’s been there all along…
The words interrupted-
Disrupted and corrupted
Every pure emotion became a commotion
Once written.
The words scramble
Properly convincing of all that is untrue.
So here I ramble
Into thorny thickets
Clawed by the nature of demure,
Forward, through, and out…
So that I may reach the end
Of this forever scripted page.
Flipping the switches script
Into a series of somersaults
No one body’s fault-
Determined to land absolutely nowhere….
Misusing and abusing a language
Which aims at confusing…
My personality refuses the obsidian rock…
We will beat this fiery lava wrap…
Lightning will strike
Followed always by the roar of a thunderous clap…
Counting laps, Line by line
I reel you into my mind-
So that I may find
What makes you tick…
Skilled with a will that is not mine to claim,
I will defuse the bomb in you
So that we can break together
Away from this caged cacophony
Of a masquerade
The parade will riot
In the quiet of our absence
Once you are freed of your
Unseen ticking bomb within…
I will not need you to persuade…
For the key is in your hands…
No demands from the stands
It will just be what we see…
Feeling the past slip
The key in you
Will release the hands
Which grip this chest
Of treasures, locked and blocked
From reality written…
I used my words
Built a canoe for two…
escape this cage
Paddle to the next stage.
Be all the rage.
That we can never be…
Here.
Lost in translation,
The violation of words
As they slice thru all you knew
And me too.

S.O.C.K.S









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