White Hot

far away dead eyes look in . eyes cross snowy trees . soundless and bodyless . move into equivocal visual fields . powder white field 

far still so far eyes look . eyes crossed across chest . bodyless and soulful . moved by unequivocal hard metal . white hot metal 

closer yet closer the eyes . eyes crossing metal . but to yield look away look far look close look at it look at this specimen none one shall see in too common a life . yield . now charge . do not fight . hold its stare . look my Child . look . do not fear . this is you  

farther now farther the eyes . eyes across a flung distance . retreat but not as Coward . weak body strong heart . incubate in the bed of Time . you shall not rest this body . you shall bide your heart . for biding is no rest . and resting is no incubation . await your Place 

fear

fear for the white hot metal

yearn for the white hot metal

dark sky spotless starless 

flung below infinite dark snow trees 

thick they stand close away space and light

no need for light nor hope

fear

relinquish fear

disappears yearn 

release white hot metal

all sky limitless star

rise above regress all items of Earth

only air stands all is space and light

nothing but light and hope

raise dead eyes . steady deep honest . this is you Child . White Hot

bide Time and Place

Pebble

I speak of this Rock
I speak of Sanctity and Dignity
And I wait

Yet Pebbles
They roll to my feet
Pebbles that could snowball into the Rock

An auburn Pebble
Brownish red, dusky like the dusty Earth
Differentiates herself with a Shine so bright
Her peaceful nature calming my Soul
Her edges smoothed by the rough of Time

A black Pebble
Dullish dark, opaque like the Black Sea
Differentiates herself with a Mind so bright
Her fairy nature fluttering my Heart
Her angles balanced by the change of Place

I yearned to shove each Pebble deep in my pocket
Instead I juggle each Pebble on stiff Papyrus
They roll on a thick stack of paper hard discipline
I let slip each Pebble from half wanting hands

I harbor each Pebble as the Rock
I harbor Sanctity and Dignity
And I wait

Rock

I.

hidden underneath alcohol-spun quips
the Core fastens its seat belts though it needs them not
sober yet half drunk the Core forges forward 
reliably 
steadily
controlling itself
controlling inebriation in its impossible innateness
like a faithful man controls his lust
controlling and loose
like a faithful man in many beds 
simultaneous feat

hidden underneath asinine tales
the Core exposes its necrotic tissue though it needs to not
pushing yet half pulling the Core marches on
like a jerk
like an asshole
filtering them
filtering candidates in the strictest sense
like a true Man filters his troops
demanding and forgiving
like a true Man in one bed
simultaneous feat


II.

I am hidden for Me
I am hidden for Them

I hide Her under the flaps of my Core
I fly Her with the Wings on my back


III.

I have Her
I have our Spawn
I shield Them in my Core and my Wings

I have Her
I have the Spawn
I shield Them My Life in perfect Solitude in perfect Rock

IV. 

I shield Them using alcohol-spun quips
I shield Them using asinine tales

I hide Her with my asshole Core
I hide Her with my jerk Wings

V.

I cut Chaff like a true Man in one bed
I possess no lust outside this bed

I lose control of lust in Her bed
I cut Chaff to be in Her bed

The Rich and The Poor

The rich man sees a stone 

Nudge with the tip of his foot

He recognizes its worth

But questions it against his own

The poor man knows of a speck of dirt

Never seen the rich man's gem

He knows not what worth is

And treasures the speck

The rich man walks on

His path littered with gems

He surveys and bides.

The poor man stops in his tracks

His path bared and dirted

He needs and commits

The rich man was not born rich

The poor man was not born poor