FICTIOUS FACES

A baby tear,

Dropped in an ocean of loud whispers,

The rib to whom i leaned on,

Washed by thoughts fashioned by cracking crowns,

From memory ego fades,

Drawn to dawn-less dusk,

Her face a work of fiction,



Bound by the allure,

I sympathize with i,

For the serpent lays her eggs in beauty,

Her fangs clout in twinkling eyes,

Her face a work of fiction,



I retire to the skies,

To the comfort of ink,

As i muse on the thick wonders of her face,

I cease to think,

For all awhile,

Her face a work of fiction,

The lie that betrays most men

FLY

Eyes shut,

I see better with eyes shut,

I am lost,

Lost in a world of pure light,

I am drawn to dreams,

Dreams that share a fortune of

Times breathing gold dust off scrolls



I eyes shut

I sigh, deeply sigh

I mind is mine no more,

I exist only in the wind,

I am dead in the flesh,

Air is an excuse for the doubtful,

Death the mirror that alters the altar,

I am long gone.



Now I can fly,

Now I am free,

Free from the stench of mortality,

Now I can see,

I can see that it was but a lie,

It was all a lie,

All that we struggled for,

All that deemed us human,

Status, class, institutions and structures,

Vexed by a single micro belief,

I can see it all

It was all a lie

I can see the stupidity in humanity,

For I spirit is neither male nor female,

I thirst no more or hunger,

I can see how greed divided us,

I can see how wicked the hearts of men are

Vessels bearing tainted seed,



Now I can fly,

I need not wings,

I can fly

Above scrolls,

Above sanity,

Above I,

Finally I can fly above I,

I can fly for I exist not,

For life begins when death begins,

Death begins when life starts.