Head In The Clouds
im traveling motionless
over bridges
beyond ocean crests
where hope, that’s blessed
those once alive,
who now know of death--
goes inside them,
as they coincide in
the sky’s holy anger..
though alive,
no soul surprise,
were only strangers,
brought together by the night life
and its lonely undertaker
who took from above,
each look of a grudge
each nook an cranny searched
for this dirt of the earth
absorbing worth
and turning nerves
as steering stirs lessions,
shifting past perspectives,
a last perception,
of blind lies, fine lines,
and devised deception
crime cries of recession,
disguised aggression,
oh the prize of these weapons!
and using them freely,
abusing these weaklings
who used to speak weekly,
from office landscapes
overlooking the lands grace,
who now watch this land break
their plan to escape, is a ...
the face of fate a grave mistake?
they pray to make it better
they just take the bait
the long awaited death awaits
it never stops to think
about this thing called love
its rug roll of mechanical traits
the hands of the maker making mysteries magical
flashes of light reflect off dark history candles
an each drip of the wax
showcases the past
and acts as memories we hope to one day grasp
my stash of thoughts
is like hash to bongs
eyelids closing with eyelashes long,
shading…
the view of the life as we know it fading