saltfield

[saltfield]

Compass Ominous

It starts in the evenings,

After ruin tolls his bell.

Like the last smile you knew,

How it never fades from view.

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Gone from the wide open,

I am illuminated in a dance,

With circuitous stars,

Stars, encroaching the dark.

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It's light by the millions,

I can't follow their destination,

A druid fumbling in the sun.

The moon reminds everyone.

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Northern compass has turned south,

We forgot who North was meant for.

Night terror foundlings befriend us,

Their grins are the compass ominous.

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The Ants March On

Thousands rise like pollen.

Delving into the brush,

Dismembering the fallen,

Storing away their vitae.

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Marching against time,

Defying the tyranny of death,

Dictations of nature collect grime,

Like weeds spreading seeds.

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Even the wind is tyranny.

Clouds look down on them,

Thunderous to their colony,

Stealing by water the son and daughter.

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They war with man, with the manifest!

As a passing stone crushes them,

The land finds in their wreckage, rest,

In their soul's release, the world's at peace.

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Peace

Summer's heat rises.

Rustling trees burn orange,

At the end of life.

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The Arrogant House

The frame, paint peeling with age.

Termites swarm behind the film,

Of a color foreign to its origin,

Hanging on the wall behind curtains.

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Faintness of sun, a sepia hue,

Varnish long exposed to time,

Their faces hidden behind him,

Protector, proctor of pustuled vim.

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In vanity, dyes were parceled.

Oil and canvas, a master's touch,

Sealed and saved with admiration,

Glazed to imprison one's emotion.

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Like a mirror, but undying.

Flecks of flies and spalling paint,

Hosts of memories long abandoned,

Falling leaves which autumn shunned.

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With a crack, it falls to the floor.

Swept and brushed from the corner.

The square of smoke the only stain,

As hosts of glory break in twain.

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Contentment

Syllables become scimitars,

As a grieving heart goes awry,

When the ideal world whisks away,

Wanting more than day-to-day.

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Cheer me the answers in a glass,

In an hour or two's budding glee.

Coursing through your vanities,

Shifting between personalities.

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Escape their censured improbables,

Cutting wit is a tongue too repressed,

Love so demeaned in skulker's deliverance,

As dark, grows the heart, in such ambivalence.

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Deeper Meaning

Slow, the manifesting vision,

Hidden words spoken by night,

Where metaphors metastasize,

Imprisoned in a slumbering incision.

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Daylight. The world beyond the veil.

Crossed between the pale,

Of a memory in my memories,

Distorted with a fairytale.

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Return through the hazy gate,

Fading, unknown life I lived.

Revelry with the spirits forgotten,

Storied chaos they ameliorate.

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Decrepit Youth

Who you remember as your old self,

Is younger than your old self,

Who wishes for their young self,

Older than they ever were.

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Deterministic Blue

Distress, my capital city.

A tower of lights like you,

My pinnacle of lofty affection,

Far from the world I knew.

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My future is a mausoleum,

I have nothing left without you.

I know that I would never live.

It's deterministic blue.

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Border towns are set ablaze,

Marauders stole my special place.

A warband you command,

Has ravaged beauty's face.

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I can't carry on without your carrion.

You bring death to the humdrum beliefs,

It's a color I can't quite comprehend,

But it brings me the sweetest reliefs.

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Dangling Carrot

A circle of stones,

Overgrowth clings to the ledges.

Char and ash like rubble,

Youth, bonfires, memory's edges.

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Still sizzling, a crack.

Smoke from embers follows us.

That wisp of fire whispers,

A light less than glorious.

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We boiled in the heat of desire,

The fluids of motion.

Steam and smoke twist together,

Under a sky of broken emotion.

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Latent haze. Wet with dew.

No flowers bloom this time.

I dreamt of life when it was mine,

In a fire. Burnt. Lost. Sublime.

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I'm Partiality

While sunlight falls upon the sands,

Each grain a prism, the earth a rainbow,

I dream of soils in darker lands,

Where I can rest in monotone murk.

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I have it all. I've gained my share.

With sentience, grown in prosperity,

Illuminated like the stars' own lair,

I repulse at the grafting of my soul.

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Dreaded humors which sate my muse,

You're the skeletons in my closet,

The monsters under every bed I use,

And the nightmare I reawaken to.

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Respite gleans the sheafs of harvest,

Labor reaps where respite faltered,

Both to cull where I invest,

As light, the prison for the darkness.

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I wander the fields, planting seeds.

I no longer know what it means to grow.

As I divide between my needs,

If the prism splits, will my spirit glow?

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Whosoever Listens

I guessed a name.

Their hands covered my eyes,

Fingers pressed my pupils dry,

As their laughter stole my heart.

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Fragile as it was...

A covered wagon set ablaze,

Wild horses free to graze.

Saddles now lay dormant.

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Which was I again?

A rider or the accessory?

Promise you'll graze with me,

Whether on bread or bit.

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Pouring out emotions.

To ghosts in my shadow,

I weep as the willow,

On a river I soon forget.

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Ideologue

Separatory funnels.

Vials of human emotion.

Blemishes drip in titration,

Until we are incomplete.

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Carbon-based deceit.

In time, all are neutral.

In time, we lose control.

Our vials run dry.

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Given time, we wait.

Thirsty for ideal solutions,

We are acid in the motions.

Dripping into a dissolving past.

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The Earth is our solvent.

For pretty corpses with no ideas.

Is it worth the fantasies,

To feed the dirt alone?

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Ghastly Cackles

Humankind in foreign words,

The language of manipulation.

Happiness is the quandary,

Queer to the disheveled herds.

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It's dedication like diamonds,

Everlasting, buried with the dross.

Placid waters set reflecting

Long dead astral curmudgeons.

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Channelized the reticent.

Gorged on gregarious angels.

Lambast those demonized fulcrums,

On the edge of social innocence.

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Derivative patterns befuddled me.

I granted entity to the ghast semblance,

Dribbling an embittered Deus,

To shoulders prescribed as mighty.

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To kill their god-king's shackles,

Joy was vowed to the pit.

The herds tumble on, ambivalent,

A savior bound to the ghastly cackles.

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Clemency

Diluted thoughts rain down,

From anxious clouds of contemplation,

Deluded though we are,

Wise in eyes; they're always ours.

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Serendipity and Soured Pity

You are made of light.

You were spoken, sang,

Breathed into being.

As the voice of colors,

Your soul is freeing.

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An apostrophe:

An omission of fault,

Living possession,

Like a single pure atom,

Across every dimension.

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Time and space

In minimal iotas.

Your words are eloquent,

Oh Daughter of the King

Buried in sediment.

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Forewent of glory.

Standing under shade,

Hidden like a lamp,

Beneath a basket,

You are the foot which stamped.

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As a cloud of shaken dust,

You breathed a fume,

Spoke like jabbering,

And coughed in colors,

To paint your clabbering.

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Soured pustule,

I burst with your dismay,

At revelation's time,

As we isolated few,

At our path's ends, climb.

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Wisp

Helical cirrus turbulence;

The irony of a lead-white brush stroke,

Weightless as an afternoon sigh,

Coiling across the endless sky.

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The Juniper's Botanical

Juniper freshness plots in bramble,

Hazelwood and hollyhock grasps his growth,

Whisper, oh meadow, your meanderings,

Where the scent of the fields wafts low.

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You're green and anxious, still digging down,

As Earth's moisture seeps into your roots,

Tell us a tale of the Taproot holidays,

Enrobed in the weeds of beauty.

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As canopy twists the heavens shut,

Feel beguiled in the soil's sweet offerings,

Of beetles and berries untaken by seed,

Juniper, your prickling soul sings.