sometimes
dark moments
rush back
trample best days
truth escapes me
dark fissures
crushing events
those incidental features
coincidentally
truth has been
accosted and attacked
void of prior warning
logic seldom part of the content
truth has been
buried beneath oral sanskrit
overwritten by verbs of ancient greek
venerable ephemeral things
relating to undiscovered comets
and unknown stars
a context of simple space and light
something positive
everything negative
reality pushing the known world
forced into digression
cultivating aggression
depression grips me
corrupting my primal soul
worrying my whole being
such serious transgression
primarily we falter
fall down because of rivalry
bent over
bending down
upon bended knees
I sincerely confess
confusingly I'm enveloped
developing things
deep dark sentences
chasms full of paragraphs
chapters sliced by razor words
blazing an unfamiliar trail
my combustible feelings
I just can't
cross spears or swords
marring historic literature
I'm lost in this modern hinterland
my conditional demons
halt and alter
editing and mentioning
what and where
how they please
tearing communication
into ragged bits
skinning my rash tongue
into abysmal disrepair
disparaging torment
all my denigrated cares
those concentric things
devoid of morality
life without a single care
about immortality
for some cringing reason
living life just doesn't
repair every jagged rift
traverse every icy crevasse
rappel beyond dark reason
places I despairingly recall
destructive raging storms
thus my memory of feral fire
remaining categorically imprinted
framed by black and white images
surrounded by fading colour pictures
such distant planetary memories
monuments to creative life
contained in stacks and albums
retained pages
all that dynamic black and white
confined to etched boxes
those half-full of pen and ink sketches
any space remaining
stuffed with hand tinted monochrome
tightening my negative world
admitting my dripping honey dreams
what if I framed love
framing true confessions
reluctantly hung up
concessions nailed
to a relational wall
but what if I stayed home
what if unclaimed hearts
in some sort of way
could be gathered
repaired when they are broken
what if those spokes of glory
lightning spinning wheels
fixed to flaming chariots
mark unspoken words
should empires surrender
expose their harlot ways
refuse each central system
castes of people
a society of public plots
yesterdays politics
could be lasting
slicing and dicing
doubting empathy
void of sympathy and love
slashing then dashing
indictment administering addictive spice
add dangling spiritual tokens
bangles that appear newfangled
each tangle of miracles
done by slight of hand
empirically divine
some feeling of recovery
some reeling discovery
attached to philosophy and song
those monotone recitations
poems and universal singing
hinging upon connotation
exciting fantasy and magic
promising an esoteric reticence
full of atmospheric  litter
frittered with sticky crud
re-imagine bridge trolls and fairy tales
conjure three headed frogs
plead with destructive manic hordes
utter instructive whole notes
relatives trying to converge
conversely we crawl back
re-emerge some other place
oh devotees and members
resolving to remunerate nature
all those glorious symphonies
but humanity has tragically failed
curse bitter politics
amphibians and toads
have been derailed
call upon the wretched sky
extinguish war and immolation
those stimulating promises of cold ash
relinquish brash fiefdom
keeping every fashionable sunset
just over each fascist horizon
it's all smoke and mirrors
deception in conclusion
scads more political delusion
interjected with demon lovers
let constitution loose
reject screeching
so many dark and bloodied hallways
echoing with horrific screams
shift rejection and haunting shadows
flaunting unkept guarantees and fairy tale dreams
sucking life out of every pure stream
certainly sharing has been abandoned
subjecting equality to crawling
goodness slinking quietly away
joyless hearts become entangled
strangled by core despair
all this desperate innocence  
so today I feel depleted
honesty and truth lay mangled
trouble war has come to stay
no virtual winners
I wish something could save us
but there are no saviours
only ritual sinners
no matter how hard we pray
everything that once stood bravely
breathing but barely living
sorry tears every day
survival in another graceless war
deceptive faceless progress
wants and needs all incomplete
God's failing creatures
revealing skeletons of creation
restitution that once was giving
bloodied and defeated

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