The Ark Of Sanity

A reason to read (and reread) WP. If i needed a reason. Hell no, no need for reason when reading Ray. Just read.

The Ark Of Sanity

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Moirai

The way to blue
easily travailed.
The happy path
lingers
sways
a brush of cheek.

Through cracks seen
distance perched upon
dire thoughts
direction whisks
shooting stars
past lost scars.
Tails of disaster
i carelessly imagine
ride the rails.

My darkness exists -allowed
to push away…
i grasp
the dangling strings
held tight
to watch you drown
in tempest mind.

Discerning evil
crept over sky
day rises
of black sun.

Forgiveness returns
the scales
peeled
from glass eyes.

premeditated murder

you will speak
when spoken to

hollow tin cans
washed and stored
for emergency calls

the sacred wonder
to be visible
behind the jellyfish spine

i spoke
you heard no sound

soap scum
lines the rim
of my mind

careless words
left caressing sores
better left behind

lies
all of them

left you
before i was stolen
my soul ebbs

flows on
toward the echo
wedged inside

Songs on repeat…

Discovered The Avett Brothers with this song…

and now love sparkles through out
side streets not so lonely

which led to this song…

is your day starting
on a different note
with whiskey and rye
abandoned love
swirling ice

will senseless violence ensue?

a good day to listen to music
The Avett Brothers
instrumental to making this day grand! 🎢 πŸŽ΅πŸ’œπŸ•Š

collision course

Oh my. I think i said too much. I can be quite careless, sparked by passion. Lit by a struck match and ignited by fuel. Kaboom! I have definitely gone off in too many directions.

Without giving away every secret attraction, i best quit while ahead of myself… wait for my senses to catch up.

No worries though. i am rolling towards a cool breeze to sit near the waves. Settle this sizzle. i need to cool off. Lava easily burns. No need to hurt myself or others.

i will find my footing and self-discipline. Discover where i want this blog to go.

What life holds in the cradle of birth waits in the depths of dark…

JπŸ’œπŸ•ŠπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆ

ramble on

i may never
meet such a man -again

covered in satin
words edged in diamonds
born in his throat
the fire sparked through

never heard a syllable
the rat-a-tat-tat -thunder

our hearts beating faster
he hides in my hair
a stinger barette
left behind to chew

suttee

Afraid
to let you go
i twine the words
of complicated grief
there was no goodbye
never another hello

and then i made it worse
opened myself
wide
displayed before savage eyes
killed myself slowly
with little pride to show

flames shooting higher
than ever thought possible
i sold my soul to the devil
who paid a hefty price
to lick bitter tears shed for us
and consume his last meal.