echoes gone

choosing echoes
bringing up the sudden halo
abound and riposte
reap and awry
funny and decaying
plentiful and bashful
the world ashen
as if there is a rub
as if there is a meaning

absent are my own exaltation
ask for the will
stand still
see how it feel
with this deal
awry bitter seal

Home Bound

Where is home ?
where is the smile ?
ushering the warmth

Where is the heart ?
where is the beat
the glorious seat
above the world standing
tall and immaculate

Where is the broom ?
destination insanity land
or under the rug ?

Where is the gloom ?
when in need to face it
once for all
trance or another stall
just copiously messy
silently roaring
where is the ilk
of my flickering mind

Trying to wrap my sound
my mound and wound
I no longer want to hear my own whispers

Clutched Fist

Faithful to a land
dismissed like a sand
from a clutched fist
Wish to understand
how stretched could a hand
to slip away like a thin
tasteless mocking dust
Through the mist
into the eyes
of a muse on a horizon