moonlit morning glow
opportunity found below
fall back up again
fallen moon
Category: Writer’s Block
Written words on everything else.
satellite’s watchful eye
on the heels of the night sky
a gazer’s dream once relied
on the whims of live or die
formed in the crater’s eye
a comet comes crashing by
splitting worlds on the inside
implosion then birth of light
bursting out, created blind
star swept shimmering tide
remnants
nascent nostalgia
creeping in on me
its sunshine fells
a blacked out memory
the mind, gift wrapped
futile to resist
the fatal arm twist
that enlists
sparks of interest
flagging images in time
a type of transfixed
radiant and lit
reminisce to miss
memory endears, wanting
loud burn
let out the moment
it will come twisting down
like a thousands stars
burning loud
release anxieties
centered deep inside
disassemble their stigma
and return to life
the void feels refilled
when only open to
what is true . . .
a fleeting moment
between me and you
American Market
slash the price
of a human life
going once, going twice
sold to scale
supersized
trade your bones
trade your life
dead of day, dark of night
put those bodies
on permanent ice
Vault. Teens of Denial.
Nothing has ever come crashing into my headspace quite like Teens of Denial. Force of viewport. Force of sound. Car Seat Headrest. This burner of an album was my initiation into the band. While mind blowing, there is precedence. Fugazi’s Thirteen Songs comes to mind. Perfect construction. Perfect execution. Earnest and original. A revolution of loud, cascading sound. Teens of Denial.
save points
no hearts left
on screen death
pixelated kill flex
power failure
amid control issues
this loss environment
empties into emptiness
load again,
don’t forget to save