Peace

X

go

 

find your deep mountaintop

ingest your neon dreams

carve the storm clouds into your

cathedral

 

I shall remain planted

in the lowly valley

chewing thoughts into syllables

syllables into dreams

dreams into Nothings

 

spitting colored Voids onto

white noise clutter

until all is Peace

 

go

 

we can change nothing more

by speaking

 

XX

I know of no Magick
nor rhetoric that can
thunder a stony soul

into clear liquid
or flower a muddied mind

into Hearing

of

Peace

 

XXX

lost

eyes smile like coiling serpents

voice goes adrift

then sinks

along with metal into flesh

 

poison eats Understanding

without mercy

 

the soul-hand disappears

and the meat puppet

goes slack

 

this must be this wingless bird’s

only means of flight

 

to pretend a cold chemical stillness

is a warm mountaintop

Peace

 

XXXX

the sand rolls back

with the waves

and frenzy fades to silence

 

I return to my Quiet place

 

looking down

I am happy to be standing

on my plain old Rock

 

thankful

I need no frivolous wonder

no vibrant emotion

no hungry dark venom

to find my

own sweet

Peace

go

we can change nothing more

by speaking

Reviews

[symmetryAsymmetry]

I don't know wether you realise this but this is masterful...I don't understand metre or rhythm or any other technicality but I do know that this is extremely powerful...it is moving and inspiring...multiple times it made me go "whoa"...thank you for writing this!

[Robin]

takes a lot of living to write like this ... go ... on

[_mal]

This is a terrible thing that happens. It feels real, you wrote this really well. The power in being able to be happy sober and in yourself is powerful