scull the water to sail above the wave

Meditations of Metal  Snatched out of nature by man  Burned and molded by man  Beautified and sanctified by man  Sharpened to slice by man  Choice of death by man  Shards of ossein splinter the ground by man  Ruby droplets of man Bleed and meld into grounds map of murder by man  Shroud my silver in souls of man  Ghostly notches of power on mans belt Sent back to nature by man  Bloody rust should build memories for man  Dunked in rivers of forget by man  Reasons rivulet through dents of destruction   Blamed by man for death of man  Responsibility reverberates back into nature by man Cloaked in reasonings of man  Guilt left to rot in skeletons by man  Souls screech in forests yet untouched by man  Bouncing off the hollow of mans soul and sword Tool of the trade taught to child of man Matching metal into medals of man  Generations of disintegration...

Waves of Grief Waves slow dragging grains of memories Thick storm clouds of death  Inflate new waves with past pain Crashing waves crush feelings of acceptance Stirring up glass shards of unprocessed grief Drowning souls on slippery rocks Grasping and gripping at sharp edges of reality Fog swirls blocking perception  Azure droplets singe the skin  Flashbacks choke intertwined with future fog Suffocating dreams at their source  Grey curtains flutter Grains settle into new residences Lasers of light paint messages  Fleeting- on the waves of grief  Settling until the next storm 

Reverberations Memory reverberates best in empty spaces Spaces made empty by the simplest act Whitewashing balanced colors of emotion Paintbrushes of pain, caked and fresh Streak the white with jagged strokes Blend into indecipherable colors  Reverberations travel through mind, body & soul Hand to paintbrush, paintbrush to canvas Fast and furious fades out Painful pauses fill in  Paintbrush to hand Hand to mind Reverberations of pain Travel back and forth Space begins to fill Reverberations pack themselves Into soundproof boxes Till the next unlocking Of everlasting reverberations

Elixers of Self Anxiety  Belief  Consistency  Depression Energy Freedom  Grit Happiness Illusions Justice Kryptonite Lapse Motivate Negate Optimist Queer Revive Spark Truth Unbreakable Valiant Win Xhale Yield Zealous

You Can't See Me You can't see my identity 'Cause you can't see past your own You can't see my pain  'Cause you believe in imaginary healing You can't see me crumble under secrets 'Cause your backs already broken by yours You can't see my desires and needs  'Cause they conflict with your misunderstanding You can't see the importance of acceptance 'Cause you've never accepted yourself You cant let go of changing me 'Cause you're still trying to change yourself You can't see the hurt you caused  'Cause you're too busy blocking out pain You can't see you turned the home into a house 'Cause you're still stuck in your dream mansion You can't see me Because you've chosen not to I can see myself  Because I have chosen to ps: thank you, John Cena, for the idea for this poem, although I'm not sure thats where you wanted your mantra to go.

The Ghost of You The ghost of you leaves invisible marks On my hips, wrists, throat, and apex of womanhood The ghost of you has permanent residency In the dusty recesses of my mind, body, and soul  The ghost of you walks into doctors offices Lay waiting for your turn on the bed The ghost of you crawls on my skin Religious "blessings" and medical jargon blankets The idea that the ghost of you can't be real, rather is natural, synthetic and according to society an illusion The ghost of you is peoples answer to my queerness Blaming you for my gender identity and sexual preferences The ghost of you dances illusively out of grasp Leaving me dancing one step behind to catching you The ghost of you choked me into twenty years of silence The ghost of you I am starting to fight Fight until the ghost of you no longer haunts me

Last words… Last words have an ability to undo misconceptions Last words can make your death slower or faster Last words heal the dying more than the living Last words can sever or create intergenerational bonds Last words can give you answers or create more questions Last words can be too long when you wish eternal silence Last words can be too short if you’ve never listened before Last words power lay with whoever gives them power Last words evaporate with the soul of the speaker Last words are just words, the power given by time Last words are death entrance speech

Deaths Evolution Hand holding Fighting start Peters out Health balance Random battles Influx of illusions Community wax and wane Weapons earned Lives altered Future ghosts Battle history’s skeletons Ripping present to pieces Illusions of stronghold Smokescreens shield Happiness roots Hope buds Family fences Time heals Scars burn Tik-Tok Tik-Tok Illusions shattered War cries Father time arrives Collecting unpaid dues History and future merge The final war won Death, Universal champion

Salted Treble Notes Crushed sonata Strings caught Melody paused Frozen diamonds Held back Crusted in beauty Crushed sounds Light speaks Layers of misconception Iced in shine Tools suspended Individual secrets Complete others Mouths muted Notes to be seen Outlined boundaries Bridged between time  The visual art is created by the incredible Sigalit Etel Landau

Systematic outsider Built of 'mistakes' Broken to fix Acceptance unheard Compare death with life Crippled souls Caged in misconception Escape obsolete Uneducated minds Weave lies into bible Choking expression Fear shrouded existence Man misunderstood Mistakes unpaid Debt collector creator Idly watches debts rise Clocked cages time man Existence and worth Shrouded in secrecy Unchangeable 'mistakes' Debts will be paid Inside and out

The rush of creativity Bound and locked By self loathing and doubt A fight dance before every word Blurry blue battle lines Scratching,clawing Thoughts fight-gravity never doubts Ink stains, battle scars Bones of air grasp at strings Vibrations spark falls of creativity Dams erect as streams flow Mazes of acceptance Racing against borrowed time Rivulets of creativity Scurry through broken channels Search for the grey embrace Calm dries along the route Pockets of ink batedly wait Till the next rush

Picture Perfect The picture you like Framed upon the wall  Yellowed and crumbling  Never to be again The background masked Behind lifeless eyes You chose never to see The frame--warped Contorting reality & dream The wind of the world Fades into black  Once bright colors   Fade into oblivion Scenery once scenic Now a nightmare Fingerprints smudge  the perfect picture Into whirlpools of grey Frame illusions So clear of truth Picture Perfect

Bandaids on Broken Bones Shattered bone shards  Pierce lungs and hearts Breathless footprints  Trying to plug cavities Sheer gauze immerses Ruby rivulets envelop White bones spike tents Tents of torn tissue Trap sparks mid-mission Sparking forest fires Trapped in suspension Charring bone Crumbling dreams Squares of reality Fade into insanity Healers fantasize Sealing cavities permanently Illusions inflame Etching disorders  Permanent bandaids Choking shards Into prisons of dreams Agonizing ideas Losing pulse Bandaids on Broken Bones

The void Slipping between  Strings taunt Twisted ideals Lost in translation Pressured dreams Dissolve in red Unknown to all Shatters smokescreens Revealing cracks Doorways to  The void Choking silence Shackled movement Tied up in  Unrevealed dreams Demon shards  Draw black skeletons Out of the void Graveyard of dreams Emotions lost Pain dances Drawing in red The void

Choking sadness  escapes my ears  swirling around  in a noose around my neck paralyzing energy trying to escape  droplets frozen in fear of falling out of bounds bounds of walls  gates of indifference  locked with rusted locks  of disappointment and shame disbelief suspends in ruby shatters melting from the flames of despair reaching the sadness trying to end it all smoke spirals through cracks in the facade  brought upon my own ice picker

Holding emotion in Behind a glass mask  Know everyone-  Thinks its a picture Sometimes its the truth  No-one believes it anymore  Just keep holding it up Never let go  The mask illusioned as bulletproof  Bullets whiz right through Shattering the image built up for the world Fight hold on to the shards in your hand Glue expectations and reality Meld in a messy frame Hardened soul cries blood Building bricks of tears  Know its all worth it Keep your eye on the prize  Moments' aren't lost in the eyes  Shattered glass reflects them  Images distorted in puddles Smokescreens stab lungs Gasping for future Eyes unfocused Framed in  Masks of lies

Mortal Imperfections Imperfections magnified Abscesses explored Beauty shadowed Shimmering imperfections  Pain crackles Image unclear Negatives hang Positives disfigured Blood outlines Neglected existence Illusions encompass Reality compressed Intangible ideas Contained in nature Canvas stretched Blindingly empty Lenses reflecting Mortal imperfections

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 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 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