a tangle of calamities twisted into a knot constricting the flow of truth.
memories fade into view
faint light in a dark room
set the stage, give the cue
a young boy
a bike
some thing
a small stern face
looking on in self-digust
transfering hate
like kisses of fists and words
each leaving their mark
in the present moment
but far removed
by the shapes defined
with past intentions
and misunderstandings
bulding a bridge
a tunnel for attentions
and conventions of habits malformed
the scene imagined
disrupting the flow
of possible anquish
and healing from realizing
the repition of ignorance
so painful, it hovers
outside of clear explanation
illucidation -- a knife
cutting into the throat
The more I create
the more I hide
the brighter the light
the greater the shadow
the passion and horror
of living and dying
battling this ebb
seeking in between
where life is revealed
by what is unseen.
memories fade into view
faint light in a dark room
set the stage, give the cue
a young boy
a bike
some thing
a small stern face
looking on in self-digust
transfering hate
like kisses of fists and words
each leaving their mark
in the present moment
but far removed
by the shapes defined
with past intentions
and misunderstandings
bulding a bridge
a tunnel for attentions
and conventions of habits malformed
the scene imagined
disrupting the flow
of possible anquish
and healing from realizing
the repition of ignorance
so painful, it hovers
outside of clear explanation
illucidation -- a knife
cutting into the throat
The more I create
the more I hide
the brighter the light
the greater the shadow
the passion and horror
of living and dying
battling this ebb
seeking in between
where life is revealed
by what is unseen.
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Trent looks so different with his shaved head.