Jars, Asleep, Awaken, Glue, Journey

Jars
Anulled, this omniscent hum!

I know not where it came from.

Turn it off, these unwilled thoughts.

Dumb it down, this water will yet render me drowned.

Yet I float in the aether.

So many sounds on paper.

Cancelling then enhancing what’s sacred.

Listening to these gripes with omitted

Fickle stand-still reality playing tic-tac-toe with images.

Stuffed into busted notches akin to cribbage.

Silence draws this subtle line of scrimmage.

Upon which demons dance a mirror image.

Reasoned prancing, but still gambling chances.

Leary yet we remain,

Of others harboring shared pangs.

We’re insects trapped in the same jar.

Amongst a terrarium stretched too far.

Macroscopic reactions to microscopic happenings.

Sometimes we have to break this jar.
Break the cinder block holding us pegged to this ticking clock.

To see that within our jar is many jars.
And outside yet still are many more.

Asleep
In the process of falling asleep.
Thoughts cease.
Silence becomes mine to claim and keep.

This tyrant that is mine.

Mind.
Jumps on timelines electrocuting railway lines.

Until I’m too tired to think,

And these blinks press out stressed kinks.

This mind yields when its’ athlete can’t play the field.

Drifting to a realm past existence.
Putting on a list what was listless.
Resting despite restlessness.

Accepting a blanket

Patched and torn

Threadbare and worn

Through which light shines.

Showing other insights.
Illuminating this casket of sleep

Becoming an assist to this alchemist counting sheep.

Destroying and rebuilding in cycles.

History cached it in figments.
Neither friend nor enemy within this
tranquil scene transmuting obscene lucid dreams.

Past the binary of my eyes conscious mind

Leaping past what’s been called heaven and hell

Using this mockingbird in my skull.

Awaken

Abruptly my eyes are pried open

The morn has spoken.

Mourn not crystalline shields once broken

Reciprocal forces.

Yet to balance

Within a bottleneck choke

Bare, at these gears

Faced with its misaligned teeth.

From between my own I used to dare not speak

Reflections on this truth.

How quickly you sacrificed bonds

Devouring carnivorously what was built in our history

Nonetheless you bled yourself.

Your lifeblood leaks

Through your appetite.

It’s mercurial meekness.

Where once it made me weak

I’m thrice fold strong.
Where it seemed a loss.
I find I’m no longer patching a hollow

With words you spoke shallow.

Where once you were a bird you’re a stone

Letting your scars become overgrown

Into the social ecosystem where we roamed

It was once a warm comfortable home.

I would crisscross patterns as a blanket.
Memories now a ghost of the past, can’t blank it.

I’ve learned to record the various shoe sizes

In reference to the defenses my human peers hide in.

I remain malleable enough to shape shift

All this dust to a gust that expels this writing block rust.

Glue

It’s funny in a tart way.

How what holds us together

Can push us to part ways.

This fear of vulnerability pressures.

As if hearts are of weak structure.

When in fact they’re strong

Faceted with years of faces.
Layered with adversities we’re faced with.

Stronger than the faceless that defaced it.

When separate in our struggle

We’re anonymously joined.
By the same desires to fill the void

As closed eyelids employed.
What was empty is seldom filled

By the unhappy seeking thrills.

Yet with others you can find

Common ground that rushes time.

After all, it’s two eyes that stave the blind.

Journey

The journey of a 1000 steps begins to yield by the first.

Yet this journey isn’t nearly done until the 800^th becomes again one.

In this time, empty the mind.
By the first step you are the step.

The first is the thousandth.