Journal of Ash

Sin sets in like writing on the stone of the Tabernacle.  A fixed
gaze watches the snow and ice arrive, then melt into the ground,
giving way to leaves budding into their full display.  Decades pass
in threes leading to the pinnacle of a doomed and damned mind.
Addiction for language in birthing the mundane and profound.

My eyes turn to glassy unseeing orbs of memory, unable to
differentiate between the hardened walls of reality, and the oozing
coat of its painted dreams.  Haunted by ghosts with their desperate
grasp on bodies, filling their need for the flesh they will never
have.

Desensitized, violent visions of a time I will not ever see.

[21:33|12.10.013] ©c.thomas.carter

To Minus Light

rivers of air inside a careless breeze
struck down in the prime material negation of
charged senses in electric countdown dropping to
acid lime vectors
Shape, Color, and Sound looping into
endless dishwasher cycles
clapping ceramic to the floor
striking words into chordless irony praise
for the prose in position ready to draw or defeat
a morose application to the eyes
shadowing pigment
to minus light in grayscale gradients

meaning found through meticulous manicure
striking fingers poised with slipping shoes
flickering dancing figures in blazing kindness
the shame that youth ends far too soon



[22:14|26.3.013] ©c.thom

Old Thought

Laid to sleep by the lilting of the ocean; birds cry and fly in the salty air, yet no land is to be seen.  A faint whisper of a dream dances behind closed eyes; a bow gently is drawn upon spider-web strings.  Many eight-legged bodies can be felt quietly crawling over each other in a silent dance.

The moon rises and casts its delicate light from the horizon; the soft drumming of a heartbeat undulates in a firm rhythm.  The faces of lost loves rise and sink with the waves; a chain of rapture and disappointment.

A spectre floating on subconscious introspection speaks ancient secrets in susurrations.  Gray hairs slowly replace color, and lines are etched by concatenation.  A smoky bouquet is breathed into the nares; embers of failed resolutions burning to cold ash in the mind's eye.


[22:11|23.3.013] ©c.thom

Caliginous Memories

A pause, a shift in the wind, a mirrored reflection in the now still water; honesty divided, weakness refracted, a ghost in the machine.  Crows sing their twisted songs at a cautious distance.  And while music flows, thoughts are damned; rotten clumps of chaotic whims floating on a sea of sin.  The quiet beating of a light rain brings flashes of luminescence, followed by muttering doubts.  In this surge of electric epiphanies, glimpses of future fortuity is perceived; followed by draining tremors of guilt, hardened into the silence of an unfeeling heart.

In the crux of self-sanitation is found the need to forget; to dull the cutting edges of caliginous memories.



[20:53|22.3.013] ©c.thom

Misfortunate

a shadow behind the masses
weaving between smiles and endless faces
a smoke on the horizon
too faint to be seen

too familiar to be recognized
monikers lost in yellow pages
incompatible with photographs
thoughts too dense to be scried

alone in the middle of nowhere
living in some when-else of time
too meek to seek out company
generations of alternate reality

never there when the moment is prime

a flare for the surreal when all are blind



[17:27|06.3.013] ©c.thom

To Gain by Homicide

Lycocaine Enable
to gain by homicide
all purple scars
and torn sleeves
cresting the dune
sand stinging skin
until skinless skies

walk, haunt the desert
bleached bones in human arraignment
discordant waves
hammered into brass
bleating streams of sunlight
while hungry teeth masticated igneous stone
obsidian eyes reflected quiet rage

anger at all greedy fingers
carving with filing nails
names where namelessness evolved

cleansed in atomic fire
rinsed in rising ocean
dried in solar flare
folded by time and space
placed away in singularity


[16:34|06.3.013] ©c.thomas.carter

Time Passes in Sheaves

Time passes in sheaves,
while blood grows older and colder;
Addiction steals the soul
piece by piece in unnatural melody;
dead cells burn effigies of living dreams.

Although my heart is warm and kind,
it is hard as a stone;
tumbling deeper under waves of memory.
A life full of regrets,
yet I would never change the past.

Fade, fade away behind the curtains.
Dim, dim the lights with forgotten song.


[22:59|21.1.013] ©c.thomas.carter

Oily Events

On a Juane day I breathed the Graphite Grey of a Dianthus Pink.  A Blue Violet sang its Dodger Blue in synchronization with the pulse of Winsor Lemon, which was on its way to a Cadmium Yellow.

At Mauve I bought a Winsor Emerald, a Winsor Orange, and a Raw Umber; it then became Indigo and I was compelled to return to Terra Rosa and make these together in Burnt Umber;

And when Mars Black arrived I retired to Davy's Gray; only to dream of Gold Ochre in Perylene Black, hoping for another Viridian Day.

[23:16|04.1.013] ©c.thomas.carter

California Sunshine

California, Sunshine and Purple Haze.
California, destination for my daze.




[22:35|04.1.013] ©c.thomas.carter

Corporeal Jurisdiction

Jade and Sapphire,
Copper and Silver;
etching a relief into the spiritually
exhausted.
Rise...
Rise up,
Rise up and unburden the soul.

Distant horizons and hordes of humans
slowly decay; bringing You and I
closer again, for destiny did bind
us, once as we threw off the shackles
of corporeal jurisdiction, and
joined, not by flesh, but by thought
and memory.

Yet I did wound your mind, for in
that labyrinth of spirit I became
overwhelmed with the esoteric,
flooding both of us with twisted
reflection;

And since that event, it has been so
long a time passing that I have
forgotten the features of your
radiant face.


[22:39|01.1.013] ©c.thomas.carter