Wishes in Winter Teal (its about eating way too fast a pack of teal tic-tacs)

On the verge of a teal winter, wishing
an innocent commiseration would waft my way
from the ever avarice-empty emerald aura 
I let adagio drift away
aeons ago... in heart time

That is thought of mind as I appreciate
the synclastic indigo cuffs adorning this phantasm's wrists next to me
We are up on a mountain, above the plains, peering down 
and his translucent "body" matches the aquamarine vibe
An airy entity dressed in wispy attire, also diaphanous,
and his cuffs catch my eye nonchalantly  

Unaware why my journey has taken me to this place
or why I am unafraid of sharing space with a ghost
Yet certain there are woes here mutually measured 

He does not speak, no sounds are made by him
Instead, he stares... over the valley gorge so empty
perhaps waiting on a promise from a past lover, unfulfilled 
Without a doubt, my emptiness mutually shared

Hours and days and minutes and seconds had past, however 
and my desire to prove (what?) to the initial veridian zephyr that vanished,
undoable as it may be, sparked my decisive descent downward and off
And if as impossible it does exist, may I encounter a crisper quench
of that thing we know as comfort 

 

Double-V

This has been mistaken for a function; W
I have witnessed this crime, time and time again
A formula of sorts, every letter of theirs, when in truth, a mere shape
Making me weary and afraid of writing as my heart desires
Their eyes only focused to the far left
So I do not know what to do anymore
My hope is sapped, I wish to climb up new trees
Yet I am afraid of the consequences and the mistakes in your mind
They count, with letters, thinking I am more than I intentionally express
Leave me be, please, absorb the words and not their casing
They are just shapes for our brains to paint pictures
They are evil, thinking a slippery slope is a sign
They are evil, thinking a wicked martyr is a mirror
They are evil, thinking the lightest touch is a lie
They are evil, thinking this is only a tease
They are evil, thinking every etched evolution is an ease
They are evil, thinking my precise prisms are humorous
They are evil, thinking irrational claims are cues to search
They are evil, thinking quickened glistened glimmers are queues of depth
They are evil, thinking corporal machines see them
They are evil, they have jokes I do not understand
W doubles nothing, it is simply two V's.
There is no heart in their functions
Only confusion catering liars never admitting
They see signs... I ask of what?
Aiming their simple statements anchored by assumption
Leave me alone
The mere surface always lies
When it does not, then you are being played with
Leave me alone
Be natural
Write pretty words
Write pretty pictures

Life, in a Sense.

Weeping feels too relieving and the sun is out
where every moment may unweave a memory
leaving me racing my own inevitable realization
when this chamaecrista dehisces a barking pounce
violating what peace was mine, churning torment.

To whom with which to confide only incorporeal
as unfair to share reality of Phobos lest it I instill.

Resortion?? To keeping it all my own, roaming?
Around that which I wish someone would hear?
For the sake of sake of the sake of perspective?
You don't want my real talk and neither do I.

So I prance out my fusions of words, masking,
enabling minds' wander where this one is granite,
parched as a winter lip bitten, thoroughly gnawed,
eyes nature has glazed, wanting not to have seen
any of the tidal thrushes from anchorless juggernauts
afloat in an estuary bordering a brine of bitterness,
a sea I have gulped from and thus tasted my blood,
choking on my body's denial of the salted waters,
a vivid flavor rancid and familiar filling my whole face.
They said it was the only liquid in ninety miles square,
the liquor for themselves and crisp aqua for the hounds,
their piss for the plants and fruits' nectar the captain's.

Filthy chambers where seeded children are cash crops.

Delinquent maniacs rotating turns to scorch their flesh,
addicted to the fumes of death and decay produced.

Abandoned cradles overtaken by masses of worms.

Heartless cupids harpooning drunk and blindfolded,
actual affection most often unrecognized until ruined.

But all arrives eventually. Sometimes. In a sense.

Exactoid

Moments herded of their own count asX
Whispishly cybirds oscillate in plumdusK
Wings thresh echos from voice of metaL
Xiphias ontology against which contrasT
Nexs frm wthn to whch whn lstnd wastE
Vzhnz of dszhnz deep prszhn predavorE

Comfortable in Water.

_)Oceans' waves my own, aerial espionage only ever accentuate...
__}Question must then I have of it
__}Granted from whom these
__}Creatures have you been(`
___/\Oh but why must you formulate such an ask('
...
_)Line casters, you lie, lacing but lacking, much more yet to discover
_)Avian emissary not as appearance portrays yet wind does still occasionally eye take...

Missile Idiom

Missile idiom; of all, just this root

From whence I stemmed? Now severed from... ages ago

Propelling me in past, this, and toward entity warm, it and I went

Whether had the intentional it met, ever unknown

Root of all this, just a missile idiom

The day yet to exist without this realization

Pang of guilt, pang of longing, returns always to this

Pang of empty, pang of gone, captive my words mighty chains

Of all this, just a missile idiom, the root, still

I'd have to I the same punishm-.... fate.. were I frigid

Far too late to rejuvenate my worth, withstanding woe

Shells' crustacean ocean outsides, am I in, encased

The root, missile idiom, of all this, still just

Answers, remedies, fixes, amongst only one's words been exhibited

Source of which, ironically the same

Visage of whom had seemingly had me quaff potions of elation

Missile idiom I do undergo firing, at locations lost, alone and all one

Until the day I do uncover a who whom may mistily resuscitate

Hope stretches to fathom what it is to be unforgotten

Dreams once tangible, now stained reminders of procedural detachment

H~)o(~H

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onward polarity driven

victims' whittled away acumen

aqua endocrine endemism

wave analyst / motion assayer

~~~~~~~

mud, cudgeled, uproot  

gravity intransigent

so alters earth with shovel

prods dominoes up escher steps

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