Dragged

Dragged

Unseen force with Life’s hard grip,
dragging him through dusty sands.
The path behind choked by hope,
no fight or will tighten torn hands.

Plowed debris churns against him,
piled long before the current course.
Limp and yielding each grain burns,
ferocious vocal challenge is hoarse.

Dragged over loose mummified earth,
suffered thorns, stones, creature things.
Each defilement an old friend of scorn,
punished as he was finding his wings.

Soar supported by romantic formation,
constant view of paradise mountains.
Write and increase life's lovely offering,
water to lips from Smile’s own fountains.

Caress petals and moist kiss in flower,
with curves, hollows, valleys and peaks.
Eyes bright alight and licking the sight,
reside in the joy that high wonder seeks.

Too much mummified sand in the way,
crusts of despair clogging all his senses.
His will gathers another helping of him,
It needs to climb Desire To Live’s fences.

He knows the pulling will be finalized,
sometime along this path’s persistence.
Not disrespectful enough to the gardens,
he will engage a tiny strong resilience.

EaS

Blade

Blade

I’ve a blade astir in my brain,
twirling among my grayness.
Pathway cleaved through my neck,
so intense it’s nearly painless.

Barging entry into my shoulders,
banging deflection from bone to bone.
Slicing clamor of echoes in ribcage,
Blade’s blunt legacy in heart’s home.

EaS

Trench

Trench

Going to break all these bones,
jumped in my deepest trench.
Inner seeping blackness groans,
torso’s heaves, takes in the stench.

Dragged on sharpness, sliding down,
flayed scalp wearing plight’s face.
Crevasse wind is death’s own sound,
claw marks on walls, a previous trace.

Black ragged glistening is not water,
shed during each past self slaughter.
Stone fists collude with my velocity,
can’t bleed enough for self atrocity.

EaS

Too Long

Too Long

Choking upon waking
   breaking dawn’s making
          taking in negativity
   Falling stabs of destiny
       giving almost nothing
Burning all my clothing
          Dying backwards and living
    Floating fluids are stinging
               ripping screams dripping
            Bleeding throat gripping
   sounding depths darkening
                      far too long With No Longing

EaS

The haze

The Haze

Reading and rethinking,
     words, the shapes and sounds.
Getting lost and not blinking,
     prance in bleeding ups and downs.

Make an abstract existent frown,
     turn daily grace into sullen foam.
Breathe in haze and put it all down,
     find a words cousin and let it roam

EaS

Four

Four

I am fine. Yeah, I’m good.
No worries, I’m okay.
Let four letter words,
have their way.
Well, f@#k that s%&t!!
If I may.

EaS