Solo
Little
did he know, through a reader the final image was set
Words
written in the dust, what the fuck did he know about anything?
Once
down the hill he turned left and kept walking, looking down at his feet
Scenarios
of ill deeds on display as landscapes kept changing around him
There
in the distant, beyond the clouds of devolution lay an open answer
Blackened
hills feeding his vision as time slipped away like a clear death
Forests
of roots and singing branches amongst boulders from yesterday
‘Have you ever been to the other
side and back?’ asked the watchman
Hoovering
with an authoritarian presence his voice was yet but a whisper
‘You enter and while you make
your steps as a commoner each second grows
more important. Most can’t
handle it. You see, they haven’t realized that they
can turn back if they so
choose, biggest regret of their lifetime…funny, people are’.
Pressing
down hard but with a firm and comforting support he made his way
Onwards
against the stream of well wishers and ignorant supporters
Back
broken but straight, a sense of hard heart beat singing like rushing water
Beyond
the next curve he knew the beach could be seen on clear days
Waves
producing sounds like a million factories, energy pounding the shoreline
‘Don’t stop!’ he told himself
over and over again.
‘Need to get this shit done…now!
No more delays!’
Walking,
dancing. Not a thing to worry about when you know that nothing is all
Slipping
in and out of your own destiny, always feeling the pull towards the inner
circle
Take
control was his name, loosing it his game, while standing on the road he
traversed
Without
moving he shifts location at will now, only the waves has a steady pattern
Duo
Once
an honest betrayer always one, I’ve seen many hearts as a grown man
Seeking
true compassion and warmth in the observer, judging non
Same
tones but on shifting volumes and characters, filling the transparent void
Observer
- Lover
All
same difference, one can never, shouldn’t ever be compared to the other
Seeing
me through dark eyes, caring not for the drifter but for the drift
Taking
me in, holding me tight and wishing for my return
Seeker
- Egoist
I(m)
like you a lot, for seeing the man for what he is, calling his name
We
have a lifetime to figure it all out, short sharp shock
Longing
of the path ahead, leaving nothing behind as time slips through
Drifter
– Drinker
Always
alone, I will be strong, with you I lost control again
Figurative
is the art that reflects back when in your presence, vackra kvinna
Solid
knowledge being washed away by the hungry tide, traces gone
Nihilist
– Writer
The
watch tower stands empty tonight, seek refuge in it’s shadow
No
point in hiding anymore, run for your life if it’s worth it, for you
Grab
what’s left and let the beads spill to the ground, patterns taking shape
Trio
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