Husk

Raising your fists to the sky,
You bellow with force enough to melt your heart.

Scream to me, you muted bastard;
Slap me, you pacified dog;
Shake me, you unrelenting shadow.

Why, with such fury & sorrow,
will you not answer me?

Where is the true nature of you?
Your guise blinds me.
I know not much of you, but your eyes speak
A different language.

Rattle me to the core, you son of a bitch.
Unrepenting composite of a person,
I am a husk.

Revo

Sweeping.

Can you find meaning in this? 

There can be no other recourse; 

For every action, the consequences are sweeping;

For every feeling misunderstood, there is a place for them to be swept;

For my shaking hand, my caffeinated mind, my quivering lip, 

There is a place. 

I wander in a daze. 

A Home & A Hand

I am a twisted root, I am a fortified wall;
You care not to explain.
The anima; At once I cry with joyous rapture for the burden, the breath, and breadth, of my being;
at the same time, I torment over the callousness of this very same breadth.

Like the root, I run deep.

Intertwined in all of you; my actions, alongside yours,
like Atlas, carry the weight of the world upon my shoulders.

I lament.

An amoeba,
a serpent;

A flower,
yet not one that cares for your touch;

a valley,
a trail,
a home,
a heart & the truth;

we must bear the weight of our actions.
I must do so.

Although, to commit, is an entirely different thing.

Kings

Starry, star, star; you don't exist here in this place.
Nothing does; nor do I.

I walk; lost, racing.
1,000,000,000,000 words & colors & feelings, feelings as colors & colors as words
& everything as 1,000,000,000,000.

You speak & no one listens.
Actually, they do; up to a certain extent, then they nod.
Not one-other has time for words not minced.

They're all not so bad, though.

You keep to the inside.
Portray yourself differently you try & if you must,
I suppose attempt again.

It's a fools game.

Your constitution moves gently; it ebbs & flows, swims freely.
None aught but whatever the fuck happens between now & whenever
will determine a different outcome.

Trappings

A rudderless boat; it floats slowly downstream unoccupied.
I find my image here, no companionship; a road traveled alone.
Underneath my exterior, I am wise; I am foolish; I am beautiful; I am everything.

A keeper, I am not;
A decider, I do not;
A dove, I dream.

I dream of one-thousand landscaped never traversed;
I speak in one-thousand tongues foreign to me.

My blood boiled once; now, it simmers.
I gently wade through red waters towards the rudderless boat.

Once in, I climb aboard and immediately forget why I came here.
With no direction, I simply float.
Alone, with none-other than my thoughts;
trappings are a daily occurrence.

Jurisprudence

I am not he.

I am even not myself; even not me. 

Ever, am I searching.

I cater not to thee; words of candor escape from me often enough; loose statements from a fidgety imbecile.

Regardless, I am not he. 

How is it? 

How, I ask, is it I care for those who do better unto me than I do by myself? 

Accusations shortcut this process.

Place

You can't seem to do right.
Lights hung high; damp & cold; I cannot leave this place.
For a moment, I stare.
Low; I feel low.
Dark, damp; the smell of steel; a large room where they toil for minor penance.
A pestiferous place, a cavernous hall; a dangerous place.
Entangled in a web of my own foolishness; vapid, inescapable motions make my temperature rise.
Alone, again; finding no way; lost in this damned place.