SS3-II

Biding my time on a sundown soon set to become a memory
it too, feels the tremors that pass my narrative with a reckoning divide
sinister clouds tell of an honest passage
minor sentences mirror a rectifying shift
disarrayed despair to arresting sights
through her vigilant eyes
I watched the day blossom and decay
and I am swayed
as she sits, nihilistic and calm.

Trembling down, a cascade of abashment
of suggestive angry noises
bitter-most sweetness is all
all that was left behind.

SS3-I

Streets filled with mindless joy
fleeting faces, young & old
as I walk to find an open door
to a smile as unhindered & wild
as wind on earth's sweetest snow

Chirp the birds as they rob the sky
of her deprivations and her cries
weathered to a feather, but no cage to abide
so they sway and sink
into flight

soon they're out of sight
as we all remain
in the mercy of time
halfheartedly calm
for a chance to pretend
we know what's  to come
we know what's gone by
forgetful the souls
missunderstanding
life's our senseless paradox

SS0-VIII

Sitting alone/ he's on your arm/ now on your mind /
shaving your thoughts/ time and again/ sharp as the rain/
that's breaking his face/ into drops/ as they slide/ down a line/
that's pulling him through/ a common distress.

Stick around/ to catch the cries/ of a mass denial/
our softest desires/ sick, sickly and dark/ we are bent and aroused/
right under your eyes/ we shed them across/ this artful despise.

One by one/ we fade in our ways/ for a sacred heart/
for a lapsing out/ a foolish abide/ such a childish reliance/
on her charming disguise/ leaves you gently crossed/
with every smile that sails her lips sky wide/ that bates and locks.

A cure and a fall/ for all that it's worth/ you're a point of pride/
for all that has gone/ haywire or fine/ you're the oddest despair/
foreshadow the dawn/ hymns to our allergic needs and wants/
those subterranean to our daily trending files.

SS0-VI

My most faithful road
diminish so I can find another way
your dust, I know too well
now your rocks crack at her thunder
when her light shines the brightest
your days, I know all too well

Misty mirror sighs in silence
sees and reflects
his fearful climb
his restless denial
for a fearless fall

Old friend, airways fill
with your sweeping whispers
your words swing and sway
my paper moon on the rise
I am done with your days.