Dondai

Not to give in to tomorrow Not to wither in today Foundering on the fleeting minutes Accruing others for my ends Bilious fuming, resculpted as bitterness Tacit, tempered rage Directed elsewhere In order to evade capture By the wraiths of heart To acknowledge and dispel To divulge the facts as they stand And refrain from prevarication Believe in what you say Casting judgements within a second Diluted with expectations Misunderstandings accumulating like lichen Ensuring resentments without fail.

Imperiled, strained; locus of the new-found pains. Loss, or gain? Thorns of piety retained - that's a font, to be drained... the cardiac musculature sprained, as I pirouette upon the thin ice of disdain and remain, hobbling my dying days, righted by the opioid cane. Leaving fresh stains upon the saints, who wane, covenant and sanctity inflamed, under the flailing rapiers of the gorge ingrained - the savages feign grievance, and then maim, the tactics may change but the wild is the same. So, to what indeed does the oft-proclaimed recreancy pertain? To kindness allegedly restrained? Alight from calumny, reclusio

POLYHARMONY Perils in the dysphoric plane Vaulting 'cross the world's disdain Parachuting into the crux of the affair The influx rebuffs the silent, still air Moribund thermostats read slow and low Scavengers in rampage urging to go And throw the saddle upon the steed And eschew the dreary strains of need Gallivanting about the putrescent creeds Pugnacious in refusal to accede And a duvet to consort and privately concede With troupes of merry manufacturers And arcane fabricators, installing defibrillators Torturing somatic syndrome eternity Gaunt and seeking semblance of maternity Lover's gasps and throes in the fallen snow

Here I am in the muddled life of someone, anyone, the person out there, milling about. Doing things, communicating, found alternately in moments of vacancy and engagement. Oftentimes this life is vicarious, and at others it is almost too personal. Undercurrents and aftertastes of disillusionment in every circumstance. The acute sense of unfortunate and actual cognizance. Facing the music, smelling the coffee – then obscuring it all once more with one of your many quick fixes. A recidivist traitor, constantly deceiving oneself with the notion that some things in life might not change; might stay comfortable and familiar. The bed and the c

new cages for old animals foundations upon ruins gutted, I slip away I tried to cry there was dust in my eyes thunder brewing in my mind a breeze carries my memories to scatter them across the earth - "make distant fogs despondent! imbue the half-light with a vanquished wish - but spare poor children my misery." how to know when your time is up? when fate has cast you out? when your name lingers on lips no more, silence where there was mirth before.

They, they. They run the program according to the regulations. Please. Beg of me. Not to do this. Not to engage, not to go on. Not to go forth, unawares. I supplant my own, my kin. Next, I retrace my steps. I found myself in a canyon, availing myself tragedies innumerable, all stacked high. Perhaps this is just the beginning. But it's more reasonable to suppose it's the end. Of an era, best forgotten. Best forsaken. Providence shines a mighty light. Unto me. Perspicacity leads me to decide to disregard, anything I choose. And I choose to oppose, the greatest adversary of all, myself. For there is a constant battle, is there not. Within onesel

Another World It was another world, another place, another time. Somewhere distant, somewhere remote, somewhere far, far away, somewhere obscured, somewhere concealed, somewhere fated to ill-begotten memory. Vagaries of fiction, constructed from a counterfeit source code, a lifeline to a twilight road, a mirror in resplendent snow, reflecting the pageantry of arrogant hope. A tide arisen, a sheen a glisten, an introspection spiral, 10 trillion miles, beatific smiles, erstwhile wiles. A sunken day, in my heart, golden plains, a dream in sparks. Shattering in glory, shuddering in torture, festering in mercy, convoluted disorder. Apparent momen

The firmament shines, downtrodden A scarlet feather inflicting merciless misdeeds Taciturn vying fathers, broken oaths and creeds Homecomings by rote, trade-off by cut-throats Ululating monks, wizards in shackles excommunicating sour tongues We fall in line, together we fall in line The universe pivots on me, and I, only I Séance of the wise, in high tide So the heavens rail on, anon the misty morning Barrows open to the cold, in which I grew old Summoning the fortitude to brave the blight In the night, in the sodden night Zones of pronouncement, in the autumnal moor Skies weeping, children calling, mother dear This is the