time we wander

time we wander a weaver's web we wasted on the way that gave the path is best well worn beatn down to the ground the dust in my eyelashes caved in to sink a soul to the depths of neverland that flies a new cloudless sky a blue that never strays too far from the scenery painted posted on the scales on my justice gold a weight that wishes more than it is
a fate that escapes that wanders an eye that saunters a step to gaunt to gather the weight of a wind through the future tense of never and will i ever a statement a type that saw the blank white and gave birth to the red and raw realism of black too deep a track to tread too long a path too wide to narrow its access a waist a waste to weigh a wish that kissed a crease in the carousel sang a motor hum to the beat of nitched nodules that creak and whispers wood with the step that strays to the steps that sit and wait

a word a whisper

a word a whisper a shadow sweeping slowly away as a blanket pulled off the shade crept along
a signal a sound a sense that slowly things were drawing to a close a curtain drawn across the memories of living a white tear along the cheek a race to dive and every day a new wave that carries the grains of a new world across the wash of waters weeping at the shore
up there and mountains never know the heights they reach the peaks that touch the glass of reflecting shimmer drawn and ripple to the reach of me into me beneath and could not drawn up from below the wish that weathered there a kiss that cracked and split into two
should have stopped the accelerator the time it took to breath the distance between two things and how they meant the end they began a new whisper in sight unseen the hand that holds the strap and behold the pale and ever present monument of my future predictions
i spy with my little eye a wavering glitter glisten a speckle that shone through the curtain of our entangled lies a sheen of observations that could cut the scene into two new beings i never could stop or start and here i lie again
all the way down the mountain the curves that find their way without the guidance given to mention the monotony of mouthing thoughts that cross the currents of our expression
meant to and never could venture the vast difference between the smile and the frown that belongs on the wistful longings of my future presentations a simple seduction if ever could begin and here in the monotony i stand and stare the wall the flaking white and the white beneath nothing hidden nothing revealed in the changes that are creeping the shadow across the skin of my observation i could not start and stop before i could come to a decision that might effect a difference a distance that i can not cross without a curve to grind away the centigrade a step too soon and i knew not now that when the wind wept i was new again

cracked lips a kiss

cracked lips a kiss i wished i'd waited for a wandering whimper on the wind entwined in the music of neverwere a death a wish i wasted on a silence spoken
every step a shudder in the soft sifting temple of my ratherthans weather whispers wanton vespers every cane that can not entice the sentence is a stumbled step and taken hasty too the waste of shaken sand
straining strings to pronounce the song stilted through the voice of vacant dreams i found the way to find you again in the wash across the wave the shore a horizon walked along a path that winds into the heart of a new confusion

why can't i buy back my purity

why can't i buy back my purity the light and white weight of it as i purchase water or food the security of shelter is not all i desire i save myself from myself a dozen times a day but i am imperfect and grace does not dwell sustained in me my heart is a vessel for more words than actions deeds are decision but not the only ones considered a dream is a way to try a circumstance on for size see how it fits and waste not a way to seize the day

the lush kiss

the lush kiss of death a whisper from your lips a sidelong glance a shadow moving across the field of visionary sight that sails across the lines a track in the path a wave along a shore line a way to pull a pebble from its place and wreck a perfection finely wrought