Not Yet

I stand with wind between my hair,
And death creeping beneath me;
A life’s grip on a death’s tool,
With the blade amongst decree.

The shadow beneath me, now behind,
And palms on each of my side;
A flash or two but no time for past,
Just one plea before that end of tide.

Not yet.

 

The Invisible Man

I walk atop a tall bricked stalk,

Wind cutting through my cheek;

Stepping just slightly over to the edge.

I contemplate why i’m so invisibly meek.

 

I called her name and she turned around,

But looked right through me with pure desolation;

Should i tell her, elucidate the truth of it all,

Or will i be simply risking her life in this discombobulation.

 

One way or another they’ll find me aloof,

And they’ll shackle my soul away;

I’ll be left entirely docile but to do their bidding,

So i run further and further, left with but dismay.

 

So here i am once again atop,

Of this broken old stalk of disdain;

Standing over on the edge of all that is left,

Just wishing to be seen again.

 

Cosmic Entanglement

Across her space of convolution,

Stands a entity full of revolution;

A Star that seeks to distantly reach,

But does so not, instead alone without speech.

 

Across it’s time of a thousand events,

It flares the worthiness of it’s extents;

She lets the time brimmed goblet drop,

Because no longer is it’s light atop.

 

Across their continuum of it’s time and her space,

A lonesome star in her dimensional grace;

It’s flame enkindles setting itself ablaze,

But she veers on by with nothing but a graze.