Diffusion

Scratching, holding, balled up tight,

Breath surrounds, pushes through lungs gratefully,

but doesn't blow through this annoyance.

Feeling tires, hangs and blanches energy

 rending red, red, red.

Building, blinding

dirty, swirling,

acceptance is for naught.

Humming in pitch, dark,

pain body musings,

how do I balance the tirade?

I want to slash, 

to wound,

and scream my way home,

alone.

Without a sound,

deep,

damp,

Earth

quietly turning beneath my soul.

Trees bending, giving with ease, 

leaves clapping, sounding silent, resilient.

 No words in sight.

Sunbeams on my eyelids

The fuzzy fire lights

behind the mask of lashes

allows the flow of venom,

to be swallowed by the day.

Diffused

restoring balance in a day's rotating mood.

Creation

I want the words.

I create the cradle, feasting of flowering, birthing delightful.

Lost among the images, the base is the written.

Circled cycling fills to the brim and runneth eagerly over.

Tap in.

Drink up.

Find the truth of yourself in the airy sips,

seeping seamlessly through opened eager lips. 

Run amok in the confined chaos of next week,

incensed and censored

by your own labeled branding. 

Burns, blisters, festers, lies.

Snakes like vines of ice, insecure decision laced with anxiety.

 Will the ending come?

It is my choice it is my choice it is my choice. 

It is… 

Doors are unlocked at your least provocation, and understanding is right at your fingertips.

The mind chooses to deadbolt and cover,

to exist in a menagerie of searching beacons that light up the confines of

“comfort”

 in the giant room of complacency. 

I twist the knobs, I turn away from the lighthouse.

I open…inside

where self meets self inexplicable and awareness is birthed in the undercurrent.