Hammer and Fail

There is a crack that knows, no repair.
The final blow before you split.
The one that determines whether you can ever look at each other the same way again

How deep is the ridge left in you?
How fractured is your spirit ?

How can you be the same when altered to your foundations?
Careful my dear.
Your silence is hammer
And it wears me down to nothingness.

(C) Slumpless

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Moving

Every night we learn to die,
to forget the mass of flesh and bone
and travel beyond the realms of our perceived lives.
Every closing of the eyes,we leave and live a million lives.
A jumble of different things
Some formed of unfinished thoughts
Others with nothing we have seen before.
Every night we learn the abandonment of a cage we call home,
Yet we fear the day when there is no return.

So I learn to think of death as I would a house move.
Not as close to those I once lived near but still in their sphere.
Not all alone
But in a new home.

(C) Slumpless

The Essence of Me

Splatter. The blood dripped from my nose

Onto the white paper covered in words

And now the essence of me.

Folded into pages. The coursing part of me.

Is it real ? Are we brothers bound in blood ?

Can the tiny trail I leave behind

Serve to remind

The world of my existence ?

Will a girl read these pages and crinkle her nose?

As I crinkle mine to keep from overflowing.

Splatter. Splatter.

Do I matter ?

Blood on a page can last longer than in my veins.

Passed from hand to hand through the ages

Life on pages.

(C) Slumpless

Filters

It occurs to me that I am blind

And so are you.

We all are.

We have been given two eyes

Into which we put all our beliefs

And yet we know that our sight is limited

We know but we forget.

I will not call them eyes from now on.

I will call them filters.

To remind me over and over

That what I see, is what I’m allowed to see

That I am blinded by this human form

That I put so much emphasis on what I deem to be true

Based solely on what comes through.

But the universe is bigger, deeper , wider and more full than

The tiny portion of my tiny brain

Will let me imagine.

(C) Slumpless

Waves

I look for comfort in billowing spume.

Thunderous. Luminous. Vicious.

Circular motion then thundering roar

That’s where my heart can soar.

That body. That body.

That mass. Oh my.

I can barely hear the seagulls cry.

I seek comfort in it’s swishy gurgle

Its undulating moves.

Its undertow , high and low. 

I can ride this beast 

But can never conquer it’s swell.

Oh well.

I’m driftwood . 

Bobbing. Bobbing. Babbling.

Rushing to shore. Rushing to shore.

Then poof….. No more. 

No more me. 

Only soft yellow sands

Formed from a million things that were once tough as rock.

But are now full of footprints.

(C) Slumpless 

A Room Without a Door

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There’s a long luscious list of reasons we should

But a jagged emporium of poisonous consequences

Jars upon jars upon shelves upon walls

Filled with outcomes. Black outcomes.

They swirl around like mini-galaxies

Holding us both hostage to our decisions.

It’s not just one you see?

All the things that led us here

A million ways we can go wrong

Or right.

Let’s sit here for a while. On the safe floor.

In the room without a door.

Where the only way out

Is in…..

Us

(c) Slumpless