Read faces; mixed results.

As I rinse the scream, sore gums
Rasped throat, stuck in a row
Golden echo, gotta go (there there)
under the sunset, honestly (it felt great)
Once as a kid I found joy in changing
grace display of figuring out
From here and there I came to impress
anyway..

The day depicts a one in a million Christmas miracles
As flesh came once more, normality and ease
for some, ate fears and make-up, clear airways
From here on glee, we forget the past
Left it all behind, we own the night
Conundrum off a miles, vice, lit a candle
I am after all petrified of the dark
A seducer that whispers sweet nothings
Brings comfort to my still heart, a coward

To be thunderstruck, overwhelmed
reborn anew, flesh bare ajar atop this
process of being downloaded, planted the seed
of burning a cruder nature, pure joy
A delight to be left confused and breathless
helpless to content with this disease
To be her only one
and return to my mother victorious
Devout and worship the ground blessed by her feet
Surely I cannot be the only one.

How the spectrum lingers in a tilted lip
As I long to have her part my hair
And that confirmation, in linked two ways
How long did I long to return to the glow
ever so special, the smallest block of space
Occupied and the gatekeeper knows my name
By heart and soul-bound, a temporary friend
A figure that eases the passage as the top
of the mouth, the tongue dances in circles
and Swallow, fly downwards and chop the cord
The same old tune rusts the transaction

Repair, amends through fried brain, a poison
To frame, the nerve! rattles the limbs numb
equate to a singular spider threat, in need of trust
sing-a-long, for the old me
timer alarm frank tonight, putrid yellow rose
alas, dry shores are mere siren calls
echo to the fallen ones, heroes from tales lost

save yourself little one, mind the gap
will the leap of faith land the mark?

Repress the scream, regress to a fetus

From the bosom, for the umbilical cord

Protected from troublesome whining 

a time of crisis, of everlasting pain

Results, of wanting to be

Either decapitated or simply less

Afraid, recurring nightmares

Troubled once, I recall in pry lapse of judgement
Not uncommon, it has been known to be better
When we wake up, when we were able to
Admire the stars and get up
Face the scream and release the shade
That suffocates, dry the words by rants
For I am not what I heard
or what I was, I erased, I changed

The cocoon holds tight, so nicely wrapped
as nicely boxed it could (should not)

as I needed it to be, safe from the picture

of another life that could had been

Over there, nearer to the light

of thunder and warmth; of unity!

And pitch perfect harmony

The bottom of this lagoon receives,

the elements, the unexpected and

the apocalypse in due time,

An ascension proven righteous

To cure, fix, mold, unfold:

It dawned upon the boy
that Beyond the Hill
came another, taller in purpose
an apparition devices imagination
Tinkles with the vice, up the tempo
sets a gear, unstuck ,therefore, emotion
He came to drown in the empty ocean
Some are born blind, others perforate willingly
Lawless perpetrators of the silver lies, tapped minds
Came to exhaust my patience, so I have been told
Bought by easy indifference, in soft distaste, shout
Because the border is crunched between us
And I guess I just needed to know

Yet the bloody gums remain
for the words, hallow, came short
unsatisfying to the touch, slipped up
breathing too costs a token prize
traded silence for being misunderstood
condemned to being forgiven and lost
wait, what came to be is not what I wanted
I may be mad because I could endure forever
waiting for a click, plus one, in order of two

a conclusion, turn the page.