decay
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Sculpted hammer of divinity comes down, and
My skull is cracked and leaking
Adorned by a veil of mourning glories in full bloom
Laced, tethered stems joining at the base
Soft gentle petals hugging
For your brokenness that clings to me
In my openness so ceaselessly
Relaying all the meanings, forever afraid
Sweet bludgeoned muse
Perplexed in youth
And made to hide away
These points of view
Deflect our hue
In the march toward imminent decay
I am told bitterness and rage and envy are no way to live.
That they’re sins.
That they will only rot my heart and soul.
I can’t be made to care, though.
Why did no one tell us of
The wretched death of friendships
In the years of our flowering youth,
When all companionry seemed portentious
Of tomorrow? No expiration
Seemed to us inevitable, lurking
How happy is the ignorance, widespread worldwide!Widespread worldwide.Does the widespread worldwide make you shiver?does it?
The sea salt water masks the scent of decay in this townDo you remember the old days?This decrepit land was once fresh like a newborn baby boy.It grew and grew
We are all standing single file waiting for our turn to plunge into the deep, dark abyss.
At night I wonder, how often do two lives end in perfect unison on opposite sides of the world?
Industrial decay
Left the workers in dismay.
Jobs lost, life costs.
The buildings are in ruin
Yet the teenagers pursue in
The creative inspiration
This nation chases them away from.
Dipping and slipping
Comes the sun's ray
Pittering and pattering
Goes the steady rain
Plipping and plopping
Upon the forest green
Clicking and clocking
The happy insects scream
Dynasties decay
Legacies decay
Influences decay
The elderly decay
The adults decay
The infants decay
The countries decay
The cities decay
Communities decay
Nature in its essence
So Often Misunderstood
The things we might not notice
The things I wish we could
Disguised by its beauty
Lush greenness all around
The penetrating sunlight
Marble floors and polished glass,Shining like the mahogany grandfather clockthat gives off the scent of fresh pine and lemon.It sits quietly in the cornerObserving.
I have grown older
Over the years
And I must confess
I do not feel more
Like ashes or dust
But more like
Stone
paradoxically invigorated
sleeveless in bitter arid wind
mummified autumn leaves trampled underfoot
sigh in relief, sinuses desiccated by the soured air
the roar of eighteen-wheelers
the hum of dying cicadas
An empty house, ancient and beautiful.
Stands regally above the lowly earth.
Shingles slither off, front porch steps crumble.
But the house has immeasurable worth.
Inside swarm ghosts, memories of the past.
My friend and I were talking one day and he asked me,
"What do you think about the state of downtown?"
I thought about this question for a second and said...
What do we have if not our minds?
Any ownership we claim is fleeting
Our possessions wither, wear, and decay
Yet, we still cling to things in this world
While our minds slip and fade.
