Breaking my own trust and soul
I've always mourned with touching
And it’s no longer there.
Nothing. No one. Alone in solitude of mind gone wrong.

And in that instant I became
The turning of the keyless flame.
Smoke, ashes and the ember dying
We are all dying.

And time panics in lilac blues amiss
The mist amidst coal black and near

Sometimes the words just come to me. No thought, no meaning, just a stringed attempt to articulate at a given point in time.

Meat like flesh the mango bleeds
Stab stab stab the echo heeds
Warnings not unto the night cries
Breathing deep, the weary soul sighs.

Mother brought the silent babe forth
Neither knowing her very gold’s worth
Wide eyed she sank into the dark
And glowing embers fed their mark.

M hates the word flesh. I adore it. the sound, the feel of articulating it. The connotations.