Bricks and Beliefs

Falling Asleep

The eyes are the first to surrender,
their feathered lids closing,
the burning embers of the day’s sights dying.

The tongue turns cement-like, sealing the mouth;
Sound dissolves into unintelligible, then inaudible,
melting into the promise of a silenced mind.

Heavy limbs follow, a gentle paralysis,
blood running languid and thick like glue.

The mind slows to a promenade,
resting from its daily race.
And part by part the body’s enveloped
in the sweet ether
of noncommittal death.

Firefly

browntrashcan:

Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don’t care, I’m still free
You can’t take the sky from me.

Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain’t comin’ back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can’t take the sky from me.

There’s no place I can’t be
Since I found serenity
But you can’t take the sky from me… 

Words To Avoid

Words like mystery,
vortex and divine.

Perfectly fine words when standing alone,
but the use of such words, similar

to the usage velvet abyss and crystal heartbreak,
the comparing of storms to pain
or rain to glistening glitter,

The promise to shine
brighter than the sun,
the sentence attempting to ebb and flow,

Such choices become the equivalent
of beating the reader over the head with thesauri
repeatedly screaming,
“This is a poem!”