A Traitor's Thoughts

 
I bear traitorous thoughts
In the sneering eyes
Of swift passersby

One glance
One quick swill
Is all
That is truly required

To retain the entire narrative
Of a turncoat’s cowardice
Yearning, to revise skin

I hold traitorous thoughts
Earlobes that quake
To mankind’s
Every tune

My words blossom
True to their own flair
Instilled, with their own customs
That singe away, at timid hearts

I hold treacherous thoughts
That lead frail minds
Through a maze
Of unending distress

The Unheeded Whisper

 
I carry on
Like an unheeded whisper
Buried alive
By the bustle of conversation

Words gush away
Expunged without a care
As thought withdraws
From each cold lifeless grin

My world
Consigned to haze
Weaves flawlessly
Through this chattering labyrinth

As they all part
Instinctively
Adhering only
To the warmth I emit

They obey only
The shadow I cast
For a passing instant
When irritation befalls

Tried and True Currents

 
Folks carry on
Like passing vessels
Loyal to their breeze
Their tried and true currents

A scene
I retain from afar
As I flood with reluctance
In the flourish of mundane melodies

Before
Each sorrowful endeavor
I recede fearfully

Before the silent
Inevitable sinking
I retreat
With the greatest haste

Letting horizons fade
And their joyless songs
Capsize forever more

Single File

 
It was a crying shame
The smoldering remnants
Encaged in fiery ruin

Leaving friends to sway
As a single file homage
Teary eyed and staggering
For the final rose-laden altar

To recall is to drown
Clasped firmly
In the sure fall of dead weight

Overcome
By the depths of grief
Unable
Unwilling to resurface

It remains a horrid crime
A familiar fragrance
Never truly evaded

The Foul Notions I Reap

 
Coursing with the vile
I retrain day to day
The sludge of conspirators
Turncoats, full on deceit

Each step weighs a ton
As the heart slaves away
And the arteries flood
With the foul notions I keep

I implore to be skewered
To be firmly wrung dry
To adhere to the wind
And swallowed whole
By tranquil thoughts

I shall not quiver
In the long fall of panic
Uprooted from my skin
Sent tail-spinning
For eternal darkness

For now I must
Brave this grueling siege
Beating back what intrudes
Yearning
To shed away anguish

Torn from Self

 
To be pried away
From this rotting matter
These ailing contours
I am cursed to inhabit

And to peer outward
Stripped of all dismay
Shall surely salvage
My havoc laden conscience

Into the greater opus
The bustling span of wilderness
I shall be replenished
Reaping, the earth’s timeless fables