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Identity Duel

Identity Duel Sparks rising Inferno hovering Magnetic forces Static hold   Never fuse Cracking cold Choking bitters Opaque ice shield Nature fighting  Encapsulated life Steam rises  Freezes and shatters Identity unknown Strengths wrestle Alternating dominance Noone coming into their own Identity known Deficiencies proven Duel immortal

Glass Boxed Identity

Glass Boxes Capture and release Dreams and nightmares Contained within Mini glass boxes Connected by golden chains Chains of memories Light and dark race Dancing shadows left in wake Clashing angels and demons Guardians of time Boxes shatter  Sparks disperse Upwards downwards spiral Organized chaos reigns Dance of the glass boxes

Dreamers solitude

Dreamers Solitude Walking on blank canvases Severing vines finding light Imprinting vacant territory Individual dreams Merge creating a highway Empty lanes and potholes Vibrant-hued sunrises and sunsets Mix with thunderstorms Creating pathways for mind expression Silence of solitude Create a mist of loneliness Weaving together  Lighting torches  Creating shadows and light Helping the follower  Create the next road

Marionette Strung Limbs

Strung from the sky Unknown handlers Titanium rods Turn to  Overcooked spaghetti Triggers unseeing Time silent  Clock unforgiving  Strung from every joint Individual handlers Ghost into one  Broken marionette  Frayed strings  Breaking connection Joints rust Wood rots Broken relationship With the unknown Unknown Marionette

Matchstick Houses

The matchstick house Little wooden sticks Red soldier heads  All lined up in rows Ready to ignite Uniform mind and body Individuality eradicated Mechanical lines Breakable alone Ignite only with individuality Burn or Build Choice is of the beholder Conform burn it all Fall out of line Create a new Matchstick House

Paint Life with your Limitations

Painting Life with Limitations Dripping sweat of frustration Grimacing trying to get it right Paintbrushes emerge from your shackles Paints emerge from your tears Gods wings splaying the palette Arrays of colors come and go Battle from within to paint  Picking up brushes Dropping paint Situations emerge on the canvas Falling down  Kaleidoscope of flames Emerges from within Creating new colors of paint Confines releasing beauty

Supergluing Shattered Dreams

Supergluing Shattered Dreams Supergluing smithereens Shattered shards Illusions of dreams Darkness overwhelms Bright white lights Dizzying lying Shining a dangerous destiny Supergluing history Cutting futures Disfigured pieces Don't fit just bleed Grasping wildly Thinking it's the future Pain has masked into pleasure Red and silver strands Twist into a complex braid Braids choking darkness into light Shattering the shards Try to put them back Grasping in bloody vain The light fades All that's left Shards of history Bloody shards Far-Close Which is real Or just an illusion Bright lights in smoke Glue collapses lungs of choice Slowing gray calm Silver red smoke Dancing into shards Shards of broken dreams

Invisible Shadows

Invisible Shadows Shadows of invisibility  Point, whisper My back isn't a point of view Existing as a wall Others expectations Beamed onto the stones What they want to see Failing to breathe Red waterfalls swallow stones The source invisible to all Watching cracks form Criticized to perfection What my walls should be  How could the rocks look better Piecing shards of stone back together Forgetting and erasing The fortress from before their time Someone else's shadow of a soul

Illusions of Grandeur

Illusions of Grandeur Plant more flowers Yell quieter Dust off bookshelves Keep doors locked Souls chained up Behind a mirrors of smiles Plexiglass bends Hearts don't feel Cracks in foundation Too deep to heal Clocks strike Mice escape Silently tiptoeing  Searching for warmth Burned,turn away Never looking back Glass illusions Distort perspectives Dancing,flying Illusions of grandeur

Dry Mind Spell

Dry Mind Spell Hacking at dry ground Sound reverberating in emptyness Sun beams of self deprication Turn hope into dispair Droplets of preservation Swallowed whole in parched ground Cracks begin to form Starting to raise dirt Mind tells you to stop Enough for today No need to get to the core The firery,melting metal Painful truths lie beneath Dry dirt  Illusion of a shield Creating mirages of dry minds

Binge Monster

The binge monster Mine mine mine All mine Im starving I need all of it Blocking voices of reason  Its not bad It won't make you gain weight I need it I need it Its delicious Just a little bit of this  A little bit of that Burrowed away  For our secret moments Just you listening to me Me me me  I run your world Im not a monster Im your monster

Acrid Flesh Burning

Singeing flesh Whistling winds Shattering bones Silver bleeds Unmarked targets Splitting sinew Grey residue encasing Tendrils of life escaping Framing death White weave Grasping rubies Smokescreen souls Silver barbs Streching sinew Bone building webs Freeziing moments in time Rainfall of rubies Flood white dams Enveloping faded leather Bullet shards rise Silence flutters Acrid smoke lingers

Shattering Zoom Lenses

Shattering Zoom Lenses Edges of a picture Blurred black and white Moving Lenses Bringing life into focus Focal points sharp  Blurring unimportant visions Camera Shaken Zoom lens shattered Pulling back the curtain Coloring the expanded picture Changing angles Distorting histories memories In your mind The larger canvas Not fitting in the frame of your mind Splintering wooden posts  Painful bubbles burst Creating colorful artwork Shattered glass  Coloring lenses Images blending into one

Dragging Monsters Through my Mind

Vice like grips Anchoring ankles Acid quicksand Swallowing thoughts Mindless climb Hands blistering Grappling rugged terrain Blood stretching  Gazing up at darkness Harsh lights glare Reflecting glass below Gaping mouth Razor blades  Slicing angels Burning souls  Escaping demons  My mind never rests

Blurred Lines

I wrote this as I was watching the removal of the people of Amona from a shul. I wasn't sure what to think and this is what came to mind.  Blurred Lines Lines drawn in between black and white sand Lines are raked in blood sweat and tears Bleeding into a sickly shade of gray Right and wrong Angled by point of view Ideology and Theology Blur vision on both sides Crowbars, sticks of hate, attacking the messengers Marching orders, personal opionons, laws Meld in a scene of blood, sweat,& tears Blend in a hurricane of pain Spectators on sidelines  Looking at the illusion of 180 degrees Thinking they see The whole scene  Trying to evaluate gray storm Encapsulating humanity Trying to dictate whirlpools of gray sand Choking on humanitys double standards