Poetry

[ultimateSupreme1]

i would like to share a poem and if someone else posts a poem then Ill post another one too.

saturn smooth
a shell of sound
a single drip
dim, dimmer, and dimmer
silent spark floatation
centered
to the farthest dream
convection
in a single direction
I stray, I stray

a brush across languid thorn
the eerie glow before a storm
a drain
a corner
phosphorescent pitch
a rising cyclone
drawing down
an immaculate map
flawless ease

unto the scout
it will wait

[ultimateSupreme1]

I will post another one:

Broken light bulb shining brighter
naked spark

try so hard to speak to cat
with our puppet faces
speaking with our neighbor's apartment loud through the wall
that privacy to shared to them
bang it make sure they can hear
gutters in street lamps echo the corners of our tv
our whispers of a beehive
inside what they feed me
too big for anyone else to hear
the cat and the neighbor
the tiny food we left especially near
our footprints outside so metallic and clear
spouting new hairs on the couch where we stare
dripping in liquor and pockets of air
when I see you I get so excited
my neck grows three stairs

[ultimateSupreme1]

Tod was raised in a town called Land
when he was grown received hard demands
Tod heard music and stories of freedom
So when his brother died he ran and ran

now this is where the story begins
his car broke down on the streets of sin
with a pocket of playing cards
and a bottle of gin
and the ghosts of his old brother tim

with his ear to the horizon he heard a growl
like the stirring of beast's bowel
the sun bled orange on the red plains
unwarranted heat baked his vision
dreamy and dour

tod and ghost tim
tried to catch the wind
to act on selfish whim
and escape the streets of sin

but their feet stayed put on seas of red
like a serpent
with infinite time and skin to shed
time washed over them
like a handful of lead
the ghost felt flesh
and the man felt death
and no one could say
where they were headed next

[ultimateSupreme1]

the face is like water
with channels and turbulence
you wear it at the volume
lucrative gem stones cascade through the dark
tight strings fly through the air
and moisten in the flesh
we slip n slide, inside, we create,
I feel it, we need it
take the time to feel whats inside
those thoughts were not mine!
I see the line
made of the beast who set up those tortures
you need christ, do not lie,
nor undervalue your dire need of a savior