trapped in a catch 22 waiting to just
leap at the chance for an escape
locked away with my confidence
in a rusty cardboard box
mistaken for a heart
loking more like
an Oak Tree leaf
in the dead
of November
becoming
...L...I...F..E...
for Spring
next Winter
dried and bled
upon the mildewed reef
A.K.A. the selfdoubt spike
burrowing the end back to start
not even enough energy to kick rocks
out of my souls lonely personal residence
settling quite nicely in the cast of my dreamscape
awaiting the moment where this half lived life will combust

back
into embers
glowing
caramel suede
subduing
neglected insight
imitated
by the warped
reflection
in the glossy glaze
excreted
by tempting tentacles
that seem
to throw you
further
into
the polluted
Sea of Sin

treading
alongside

contracts of souls
floating on the deceiving tide
like Florida Everglade
lilypads

suffering
ebullition in
paralyzed breaths

a cofortable placid
tegument

overlooking the shadowless
shadows swooping onto this tainted
tableau battlefield

as fallen angels
fall next in batallion
quickly exiting maximum occupancy
in a hate fueled convoy
in a perfectly
flocked echelon

letting loose
clouds of acidic arrows
poisonous and fatal
from the barbed
bile

Hellcrafted weapons
blacksmithed out of degrading
comments never layed
to waste

(W)asting
(O)pportunities
(U)nused
(L)igneous
(D)aybreaks

rise in settings
in semi-automatic spurts
spreading seeds sparking stonetorches

lighting
screaming walls
with plastic laughter
molding rare moments in faiths
sheen shawl

fossilizing undying glows
stole by a glance sensing survivors

stranded
in swallowed
hollow choking
craters of
tasteless
greed

soft air passageways
allow barefoot travelers
to glide on massaging Holy
gustrickled
grace

subliminally reaching
premature unfertile valleys
painted in a Holocaust orange
adding texture to the canyon of
cropped crayola cliffs creased in
charcoal choices
harboring
wisdoms
wick

under waterbirthed wax
swaying freely
in layeredreams
fraying innocence
at the thresheld breastplated
umbillical cord

being called back home to
the shattered sky

spraying venomous
velcro visions
feeding the taunting
flames
forecasting
fragments
of
failure

cremating one-sided
storybridges
unread

once standing
strong and proud
above fabricated rivers

flowing
counter-clockwise
in timeflying lies

rabid
with regurgitated
revenge

afraid without an army

so...



Stand Up

for yourself
or to yourself




at least

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