Rushing in the Silence

Halfly filled,
halfly gaining,
heart in suplexing forms;
it needs to go on,
sowing the seeds of sweating labor,
drawing near to hear the voice of nature's host.
Be still,
hear the rushing in the silence;
intelligence flowing through the fabric of being.
And for regard, familial ties tighten,
in amity inflation.
In earnest concern,
for the feasible failings;
peace is affordable
and freely given.







[21:56|13.10.015] ©c.thomas.carter

The Time, That Always Is

O be present,
presently engaged and presently doing;
virtually unexplaining
the faulty logic circuits
soldered haphazardly by the learning curve;
is what suits you neatly in pairs
of tweed-jacketed comforting hands.
"I'm secretly on your side,"
Just for now,
yet now again it always is,
doing pleasantly to those pleasantly engaged.
Be brave, little ship,
tumultuous waters may sink you,
yet sail you on while life goes on,
for memories remain, and defining the momentum
of the Moment.
The time, that always is,
and fixed in higher pathways.







[21:29|13.10.015] ©c.thomas.carter

Living Singly Filed

Abstract frugality,
(it's the only way it paints)
with freezing blue cardiac arresting scares,
all fuzzy tones, and mixed up pointed hats
wizardly wondering
at magically-lacking stares;
eyes fixed in muddied streams,
pushing for aquatic synchronization
earnestly clawing, climbing,
to reach upper tiers of humanly towers.
Speech bubbles, turned inwardly,
inflamed bellies all full of colic cares;
and moaning heats living singly filed.








[19:16|24.9.015] ©c.thom.carter

Sturdy Paleolithic Ambition

Sturdy paleolithic ambition,
fastened by greener thumbs,
and widening outwardly;
oxidizing the earth
by tilling fields of sepia-toned memory;
while burning stars point downward,
falling sideways
fading for a time,
reemerging,
continued, replayed,
further in revolution...
cycling instinctively.

Musical tones beget authored dreams,
beating hearts begin the deathly deep,
tongues cheekly speak all words in affection,
while feeling hands
shape stone personalities
into balanced marbling sculpture.






[18:09|24.9.015] ©c.thom.carter

Returner (Rewritten)

Mu'sonic bodies of water,
bring out your dead leaves...
Piles of Snow
Piles of Snow;
Energy stored in Battery,
a chemical salt upon the senses.
To preserve one's own
as they chink its ice,
and bursting forth in function;
pulling all of it through,
to their spheres of negation,
or progression.

"She freezes,
and I aflamed.
She flames,
and I iced."



[17:16|23.9.015] c.thom.carter

Transitory Seasons

Vexed on the perplexing mass,
clinging to the thin ice,
and sliding sideways
to under-ways;
beating hearts
stilling to cold stone-rhythms.

Yet all is not lost,
Sol still shines,
through the artifice,
and always will;
'til the fiery glow come,
and wounds are no more.

Transitive transitions
to metro-tunnels of opinionated movements,
only hold sway for transitory seasons;
and the paladins of singularity
go forth with unseen actions,
to resist the dilapidation;
hammering dented personality
until contours
become smoother than before.

Parable in paradox,
yet puzzles dream us
further into clearer authenticity.
Sensible vibration
reaches with practical tendrils
to pry open locked fingers,
letting weapons to the floor.

Words
inaudible and numerous
flow over Terran rivers of population;
the source of the aquifer
cultivating resonance.

Quintessential humanity binds us
to recognize each other,
and consider further,
sharpened ingenuity.







[20:54|21.9.015] ©c.thom

Maladjust'ified Fantastical Recrimination

Haz-MATter originate-you-later;
dream in dozens, numbering null the nixed
coated ocular salve, by breathing up your eyes.

Brain-alternative reality
pushed up fault'ly connexion-based,
ether'tether'netted fisher'mended
mailer daemon hooks
for Sp'rites so red, all-a-glowed,
in minimizing-minimal manifestations,
by festering commune'ication-isms
with interim-estimations timed out
for repetition'ating cook'ed brined moments;
turned sour by maladjust'ified fantastical recrimination.

Burn'ed-ucation leavening its mark
on breaded turntables;
striking musical dreams,
dreamy streams in dozens:
turned caustic by sour-doughed
criti'scissors, cutting reading tapes,
and installing closed-circuit curriculum.

Rouse, Rouge-Reds!
De-color'ify encampments
from multi-palate'd bloodshed!









[19:45|21.9.015] ©c.thom

Eatened Bread

Poison plumes scribing pharmaceutical turntables;
Music!, you earphonic delusional estates!
Almost you climb heavens'word
by kissy, cloudy, rain-watering mouths.
Queueing up, waiting out for hand'linger's contraction;
berthing ships to federalist excitement.

Going down?
Then pressingly thee buttoned-up gearboxed steeds,
And away-carrying offloaded further roading
tripped to sing out taxied determinations<,
Noting sounds is symphonically defined.
^
I hatted the word,
to cover balding foolhardly listened at all!
For now is enough to lively live
by eatened bread and di-ingested resilience spheres.
Thirsted I was, for piercing angles,
Fishing out gabbling tangential pocket-bubbles;
saying 'so and so
and I'... skipped to begin a gaining gait
towarded foes routering electric pursuit.
+
Fallen Babel-longing eons ago,
but consequential fractal-ed'ucation
by shifting tongues
licking bordering neighbors'hooded
in cloaking punctual(s(ity))








[01:22|02.9.015] ©c.thom

Terrestrial Textiles

Time is a cruel mistress, taking tolls on bones and hides.  Demanding caloric induction with exhaustion as a reward. Lifted up to the elements, we all are bound to the reconstitution of lost ligaments and fallen follicles.  Water flows through piercing spearheading sub-committees, giving hungry votes for devouring terrestrial textiles.

Pull this tissue coated in acid, push through welling gravity-defined limitations. Yet weaken we still, shining smiles run down to crooked grins.  Limitless ambition decays to apathetic conditioning.


Ghostly whispers, in borrowed bargains deadened to the over-undering influence, lead with gleaming filigree to beaten paths winding with noxious weeds. Breaches in subconscious foundations eagerly pour out chaotic inclinations, drunkening and dampening intuition's verdant fields.

Right to left, or up to down, anywhere canvassed is covered in rubies and emeralds, slowly sinking in the iron cubicles;

But even metallic bars age with the seasons, providing keys to doors bolted with oxidized dreams.





[01:21|22.8.015] ©c.thom

Humanoid Matrices

Tin-Tonnes
in Baal-linguistic missiles
aimed surely shot
to there and back
by greyhounded fugitives
spelled and corrected

regurgitated threats
from empty bellies
burn in acidic enmity
for gathered cells combined
in humanoid matrices

finger-crossed angling terraces
appease the angering mass
a requiem for the unknown poet
turned sour by bacterial epidemics
of secular degradation

no time,
not time for feeling tendrils
to push up buds
from infested soil
waving faces
viewed seething feeding
of citrine-colored venality
pumped intravenously
for the comatose multitude






[22:52|21.8.015] ©c.thom

Ethereal Industry

lick-eyed toad manufacture ethereal industry
purple-hazed lies spreading in sunshine cities
slated thirst for liturgical malleability
coated ocular salve seeing subjective liability
reverse organ failures with neural honesty
tinning time televisual compacted in pathological prowess
tuning trumpet-vine causality-preferred freedom
blood-thinning poison preparation in dissenting voices
time flows faster in the apex of idle hands

negated vacuum sweeping the null fabric






[15:39|18.8.015] ©c.thom

Conflagration of Flagrant Envy

The cindered system
failure to make the cognitive connection
between sorrow and despair
between trial and suffering
conflagration of flagrant envy
making railing accusation of the innocent
deeming fools as mouthpieces pouring wisdom

a slave to chemical satisfaction
needed to throw off "temporal shackles"
in withdrawal light shows its true color
burning through corruption
seen through sober sight for the first time






[09:20|18.8.015] ©c.thom

Reptile-Minded Magma

Chemically weak,
and under cavernous subterranean influence;
reptile-minded magma flows out of tears
in tactile thought-streaming fissures,
wounding the closures of past 'victories'.
Devouring vindication, the scene rushes to the onlookers,
entrenching them unawares in wars of an eternal nature.
Doubting enthusiasm for waking days and blinks of night,
Time refracts the emotions sent to nether tethers.

A compilation of subjective moments,
tangible form belies its own nature
by burning through a temporal fuse.
Infinitesimal, yet macroscopic,
this volatile thread culminates best
through the innate imagination.

Cosmic essences,
sprouting descendant branches
in an endless suite.





[00:44|09.7.015] ©c.thom

Retro-(Ag)gression

Sharing a half-life
through an unorganized
social consciousness;
A scattering of mental detritus,
left disordered
in past-perfect syntax,
emigrates, from some lost realm,
by the way of Dreams.

A virtual universe,
expanding by fleshy neural pathways within...
a place of anarchy;
a place for alternate egos to form factions underground;
a place to wage conflict to subvert its surface-manifestation.

Inwardly orchestrating behind the orbs-oculus
to connect this inner-matrix,
and capture its quintessences;
An implicit mainframe of assimilated sentient thoughts
connects nodes of this 'web',
while remaining still of a fragmented nature.






[01:38|22.6.015] ©c.thom

Dynamic Paranoia

The ethereal poison
mixes with heightened adrenalin output,
the all too familiar
excruciating pain of the mind,
which kills rational thought
sparking chemical panic
and dynamic paranoia





[13:08|27.2.015] ©c.thom

To the Reanimation of 'Jane'

You became, rather, someone I invented in my thoughts; and I invested into that invention.

And now, later, as my investment pans out to be fruitless but for madness; I find myself at a loss of words during most times.  Now, I simply exist as a mechanism, tuned, only a little, by faith.  I wish I had thoughts similar to those that put forth so many excellent expressions; yet those, as I look back and analyze, lacked in actual purpose, other than to continue complex delusions.

Heavily medicated at present, there exists no easy answer, to that which leaves me numb and emotionless.  I suppose the only 'emotion' I feel now is frustration, and the placid feelings given by temporary distraction.

I'm no genius, yet am often consumed with thoughts of the manipulation of temporal existence.  How I long to be the master of my own fate... but for being chemically weak in the organ residing in my cranium.

I doubt there is a salve, or cure, for being mostly a machine with a depressive nature.  I won't lie and say I do not lust after those schisms from reality that bring such otherworldly occurrences; but now I am aware of the chaos that would ensue... so I bide my time for a better way.

And to thoughts of the beautiful ghost created in my fantasy: You still exist in there, and that perhaps, is the most frustrating of all.

Leaves' Epoch

Daylight crests over the horizon as leaves' epoch greens in wintertide.  Moon phases mark a much needed metamorphosis from a disavowing of natural affection for the flow of kindness.

Sloughing off the enslavement of cerebral dipsomania, one brings already hoary hairs to be even closer in the neighboring dust of docility.  It may happen that I shall be unbearably isolated, but why lust after temporal tenets and esoteric gold coins of insight; when the populace deserves my aggregated tenderness?

We all are mute without a harmonious effervescent connection to celestial benevolence.  Healing words only flow in reality when their waters' source runs without taint.

[19:12|08.1.015] ©c.thom