Friend of All Friends

I sit discussing things of value that might not mean anything at all

Politics and art such things that vary from time to time

We holler aloud in our silent space giving ear to each other

Our spoken words absent of sound, heard

Never ceasing to stop this conversation, endless

Weather or not these friends of mine are real I do not dwell in

They listen well and that is why they are with me

All of us together form a single body

They are always around

No need to call them

No need to wait for them

Transparent to time

Mirrored from me

Lending their hand for help

I'm fine with these voices in my head

Long Lost Message

Who among you is but a fool

The sky is moving she's a moon

These garments showing fumes 

Growing feathers beneath the womb

Sky is woman she's on the move

This love is a running loom

Leave me rope so I can get back home

Vanish on the bow

Feel it all

Feel it in the dark room 

My mind could not walk this silver

Pale son all he wants

This story goes

I will see you when he gets home

Follow through

Uncharted footstep blanks

Friendly ghosts

Someday moons pain will be clean

With all these wolves around you

Send me the message when I get home

Something might get me

Ringing this one dry

Carry the story from old

Can you give him a clue

Natural blue

One mile until lost

Coming to a loss

Don't bother them

I'll send him in the morning 

 

Death has risen before me and I have shaken his hand

Both in agreement that he almost won but still acknowledging that this has just begun

This tug of war for my life is teetering on the edge of exhaustion

Bringing me to the brink of my sanity

The ruler of all lies has placed his tongue softly on the beating drum of my ear

The droplets of his saliva are solidifying around my ears like wax headphones

Numbing the truths that are so visibly screaming on my left and rights

Wrapping his warm arms around me and rocking, he sings with his brilliant slaves

Sunset after sunset I find myself wandering like a baby penguin back to mother for comfort and warmth

Perching just below reality

This constant battle is requiring a sword that my dagger can not overcome

My armors pierced and battered grieving to be restored 

Every opening of my eyes reborn

Covering my sheepish body snow white wool flows full and thick that can never be sheered

I'm in refuge