Drawn to ledges  

           my gaze    

                    edges

  tip   ... toes  one 

                                blink 

                                         over 

to kiss wet

[Cement]

Quartz graveyard 

bottles 

without messages

glimmer and gleam 

like blades or blood 

diamonds

                   distant celestial dots slaves to the night sky.

Twinkle  ...

   ...Twinkle

you  

staccato sirens 

lamenting life's lost

children      

searching...        for shiny promises 

      scattered             across 

                             the 

Universe                           like               seeds 

                           weary               of                 the

                                                whims            of 

          impulsive

                                                        winds.

Who remembers these

motherless

sons 

and

daughters? 

nocturnal nomads 

seeking mercy from 

the damning 

desert's 

solemn sands'

subterranean 

caverns

realm to ravenous red 

giants' stolen 

treasures

down

below 

the day's surface 

ruled by serpents

       crowning the

      (anonymous?)

bones littered by life’s countless {1...2....}

orphans. 

Paradise Lost

The need to escape intensifies; this time it is different- a chemical journey inside or outside of my consciousness will not cut it anymore.
I dream in the most vibrant and intense hues of Technicolor, but
you say, "Not everything is black or white..." Keep your neutral
grays, which cannot begin to express my curiosity. I want no part of
your bland discoveries--
a slight thrill is the last thing I am looking for
(I know it's not enough). I want to feel my pounding pulse
behind my eyes, I want the world to challenge every truth
I've ever known to be true. I want to experience for myself,
by myself. I do not want to be tested on past
experiences contained in cruel, dust-heavy
tomes burying the facts inside their thick-skinned covers.

If the world is diabolical, I want to to arrive at that conclusion alone.
If the world is good, I want to discover unexpected kindness and grace in the darkest alleyways.
We have but one life, and the promise of a padded afterlife is not good enough.
Paradise. What makes you so sure that I want any part of your Paradise?
I am one of your lost children and you have the nerve to ask why I detached myself.
Your flagrant authority, your blind conviction drove me
to doubt every truth you had ever fountained.