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