Inverted Sound
I can tell the difference.
I can very much tell the fairer voice through the tresses of hair that strings the pearls of the universe together
Just like the masculine sounds weave through the mountains of energetic waves like a railroad that vibrates through the tunnel dark.
Intention is still not clear though
But I long ago built an ark
That simply floats along the flood of questionable, pointless actions.
But I have no way to drop beads of sound. If I could I store them in every bead of rain.
For it storms everywhere
Even over you.
So they shatter when they hit you and you may understand.
Perhaps
I might store a lightning bolt
To make sure you know
The atmosphere sizzles before the jolt
You’d be still a moment
It’s a warning
That the night is long before morning
You may be shocked
Knocked clear flash’s of memory.
Simmering
In the mind.
And as you lie there the rain
On your face
they might whisper as they drop and break on skin
You’d rather say where have you been?
But you’ll say they did it.
They succeeded.
Did you know.
So go.
Live how you will
The drops whisper.
On the ground maybe searches finally have stopped being distracted long enough to hear.
Truth
Be soothed
But the thunder then would scream
Jumping you to extremes
And the wind having its own way will have away flew
Every clue
Every choice
Every word
Every voice
Far away from you.
Yet you have only heard
What you should do.
Because it’s what youve done.
Maybe Invert them
Mirror
Then you’ll know they really said what you should not do.
Only words
The storm soon blows over
And the sound of electricity.
Subsides.
Time abides
Something wonderful hides
And something timeless died.
I could not know how to speak across the universe.
I’ve no code
No way to know your world.
It was never my job
But I would’ve anyway
Oh I would have
Had I known
But I did not
It’s time I draw this to a close.
I am not the one who chose
Wrong.
Believed lies.
Sent spies.
I shouldn’t be expected to wire a code.
Even if I had it
If you were wise
You would have realized already
What you should’ve done.
Look to the west
There at the sun
It’s fixing to set.
But I’ll watch it just yet.
Because I enjoy the view.
A star dies with beauty
It will turn from the warm familiar blue to pink to purple hued
Then finally black.
But I must complain the mosquitos come out at dark
After a storm.
And I don’t turn back.
And I tire at the swarm
The screen door shutting
Means I’ve gone inside.
To sleep.
And I sigh
And no there’s none aside.
I think not.
I simply sigh
Right before I fall asleep.
And I let myself feel pain.
And let it go all the same.
Knowing I tried to tell you.
But Life goes on.
I can simply become one of those memories you speak to kids about and when they ask her name
You simply instead cry.
You never tried
Maybe you won’t care now
But you will.
Believe me that
We have spoken a lot have we not?
I heard your words
But you could never act on words you could not believe there source.
Same here.
Same fear
Got us both.
But I kept my oath.
And I’ll always.
So goes gray.
Black it comes
You have no ability nor sign to be happy morning
Too busy mourning
What you shouldn’t have even thought died.
But I tried
The wolf I hear Howl
The Pile of flesh it searches for.
But it will not be found
And the hunter will shoot clean
For the hunter is unseen
And the wolf hungry
Is so desperate for its kill
But the hunter surely shot he will.
No more howling.
And the sheep will sleep soundly tonight.
As I lay here
Breathing
But feeling.
What I refused to feel until now.
And youll never see what it was you were wanting so dearly.
You’ll see only what I wish you to see clearly.
now it’s merely a time to somehow let go.
When demons cast a veil between you and your goal.
You cannot tell it was always there looking right at you.
There was no way to reach or grab nor extol.
The day had gotten old
And this hand drawn I have not faith is best anymore
A straight face still, but now I must fold.
—CRS
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