Ruby Birth

Buried beneath pebbles...

bones becoming dust...

Broken by quakes,

crushed, cracked by world's crust.


Umbras usher blackness where

vacuumed voices bear whispers.

Now noises be muffled.

Here, the silence is crisper.


Viewing via internal immediates,

some shift to internal ideofacts.

Waiting for a ruby birth,

idol concerns amply distract.

No Tone, Not One.

Ill llanos, treeless.
Still illusions will illuminate,
lexically,
even where there are none,
not one.
Even in a scape with
no tone.
Greys filling,
the colors killing
the moodiness of some.

Maniacal

Like sheep dancing on 'shrooms, if you really wanna do
forty mental push ups, you might be doomed
with that mirror which you willingly might look into.
Lies, unfinished, you'll maybe catch one soon.
So backwards, digits deceiving deliberate boons.
Reversed, I'm cursed with on and off gloom.

Years, Now.

Counting the raindrops cascade
in this initial obsession upheaval.
Can I say; Could I let go?

But I could never let go.

Aqua transcendence in reverse;
Gravity's pawn.

Why am I sitting here?
Here in this...  cloudburst.

Years could pass... and I'd never know.