Saturday, April 25, 2009

equal actions tease

fermenting
in a filamentous firmament
enraptured
disposed to flights of fanciful
reflection.

inflections
worm their way between
sinuous
exposed to my ephemeral
affection.

elemental
a figment resplendent
dependent
on veiled insecurities
addiction

friction
equal actions teasing
opposites
the ebb and flow
obsession.

constriction
suffocated release and tie
unbound
grieving the imperfect
perfection.

©robertgreig2009

Saturday, April 18, 2009

fragmented me

fragmented me
Awakening on whispered shard
Every move shattering another
ripples become
shockwaves
a heart attack of drone and thrum.

fragmented me
Unsettling on every word unuttered
another thought escaped to leave
a tattoo stain
nothing came
but white noise clambering attention.

fragmented me
No saint will ever be
blessed or crossed or water washed
of fears unqualified
I’m reducing
Something down to nothing less.

fragmented me
Ephemera is natures form
a mirror held in slithers born
reflected glory
lost and worn
a crowd that bares their scorn.

fragmented me
And vilified the fool awakes
to piece the pieces thousands
lifeless chunks
celebrate
the path to least resistance.

fragmented born
in cloth that’s torn
didn’t stand a chance
a path selected steps elected
taken two by two into the gait they all expected
shadowlorn
in fields of splintered glass.

©robertgreig2009

Sunday, April 12, 2009

dark decays

dark decays

as light embraces

tiny seeds of

breath anointed

tortured souls to scatter harmless

gathered on a faith.


shard remains

in shadows cower

thoughts of night

a passing phase

relented and exposed descended

tethered in repose.


voices taint

a silence lost

to shimmer sounds

impatient fuss

to penetrate, impale offending

rusting in a shame.


©robertgreig2009


Thursday, April 9, 2009

little more than less

feel like lead

grieving for a lighter sense of day

bed of nails

inside screams and scratching walls

for a smaller sense of scale.


and outside


worlds are turning

by the minutes


and here I stand

panning sand for morsels


made of rust

flaking flecks from palaces worn

to ruins

their ivory a precious taint

precarious


skin of bone

collected dreams of wonder aimless

home sweet home

numbing thought aspire to little more

than less.


©robertgreig2009

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