Away

Under the road to the altar
mingled by thousands sighs
resting glares shading
murmurs of the past

 A winding road
 briny world
 immaculate fiends
 waiting in vain
 the moot ambush

 Rilling and jettisoning
 against all odds
 fierce look of the horizon
 mating with the sob
 to become me
 again and again

Somewhere

Glorious ones 
in the hands of a labyrinth

crushing  dreams

making  brims

fun is the way 

to the other side

of the remaining days

left behind

ashering winds

of joy

into the unborn dawn

resting souls 

around a fire of clebrations

somewhere ajar is the gate

 somewhere is done the fate

waiting  solicitting 

envious smiles

into dry lips

 asking for more

washing by tears

waiting to bloom 

into another  sigh

somewhere  a star

mourning its blaze

 the scale  of that rose

 the twig of a  hare  

 just to remain alive 

Inside the Outside

Strewing the wishes 
like a Sennett from the far away 
sounding just like the drums of a snare 
just lisps of lifeless wishes uttered 
like swarms of roars 
like vitriolic virulent feelings 
echoed by hallucinative prisms
stenchy moist in the eyes
is what is left of the lure 
to the den of grand deceptions 
so translucent and prase 
the trip of tears through a sprue
into the land of fearless brumes 
standing behind the eye and its vision 
the soul and its mission 
the dark and its perception 
another boyard gone insane 
stuck with a face without a name
hindering and hampering the lame
impeding proses into flames