Chutes and Ladders

Grasping the grout of brick
Walls,
The ascension of adverse
Waterfalls:
With an uphill journey, therin
Lies
The epitomy of the ostracized.

I'd devour time faster to
Satisfy a climax
If the denoument, in turn,
Satisfied a relapse

Tragedy: gone with the wind,
In a perfect world
Where there is no sin.
Doves: cloud-clearing,
God-fearing,
Searching for their pulse
In the wake of orthodox
Autonomy,
Wishing to revolt

I see a star pass overhead
And dream about the sky;
I dream a star falls in my hands
And see about the tides

Black and blue are but colors
Stricken with a curse,
Forcing patient, quiet men
To live life in reverse.

Divorce

Rain-forced reservations
Have dampened disposition
Into nonchalant indignation
And solemn resignition

Not a wave on the water,
Nor a splash on the mouth:
There is a fight for a father
And a war in the south

A turn for the slope
Can break the bind on dry,
While the young guns elope
And we say goodbye

In Decay

I

For a fleeting moment almost gone
And a yearning for a sing along,
I swallowed fright
And acted right,
In my attempt to thwart the wrong.

II

After years of life, your nonchalance
Is half-hearted wisdom, lacking wants;
No sound, no fury,
Apprehension to hurry,
And reason to blame the oens who taunt.

III

In fear of words that you might say
Being listened to the wrong way,
Silence prevailed,
From clouds came hail,
And Ravens watched us in decay.