Inebriated Life
Life goes around inebriated
looking for a place to rest
its mud stained feet. Its
mouth needs to drink up
something with sustenance.
In its desperation to conquer
the moment it arrived at
the crossroads and the end
of the world. The vacant
offers of inebriation is
sobering. It only lasts for
the short-term and life needs
to wake up to construct
a brighter future for itself.
Devastating
Guard your name always.
The devastating night
does not abandon you.
The noble stars burn bright
like the tigers in the sky.
The fire rages and even
the winged birds are in peril.
The rainbow has a blood clot
weighing it down. Somewhere
over the rainbow there is a
tailless horse running away.
Fog of Skulls
For as long as I have been in existence
I have feared the fog.
I wonder about skulls buried deep down underground
and how they died. I
believe the fog to be the spirits of the skulls
coming up from the earth.
On earth the spirits roam around. They
divide their time as
fog and haze. These voiceless spirits cry out
and cannot be heard.
Together they cause traffic to stop and people
to take notice.
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