Sleep Be My Vehicle

Lonely for the lack of like-minded individuals.

I am soon to enter my inner metropolis;

The center of my psyche.

There are places in my mind that are more ancient than I could have ever imagined.

Sleep be my vehicle,

outrun the pursuit by the time police.

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Fluid Syntax

written in fluid syntax

on the waking dawn of a dream;

on behalf of undeserving,

to her who oft covers her brow in colorful linens

and whose smile is generous;

I myself in this need, so that I may smile as such,

once again...

and exorcise demons created by my own fissures;

I feared to send it,

for I have often misunderstood and missed understanding

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Your Mental Engine's Machinations

Hardly holding it all in,

only for the inevitable release.

Suicidally sharp exhaling of every word

in no discernible order

Your arraignment,

a secret stab to the heart.

Cold-cuts, cured, sliced singularly thin;

phantom fuel for your mental engine's machinations...

On,

into the intrigue.

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Mint These Coins

Incharitable heart,

adamant to the hardness of stone,

repeat offender,

lesson never learned.

Begin ones again,

follow a two-cent charge;

difficulty of mentation,

'heavy metal machine.'

Mint these silver coins,

dually placed on cold eyelids,

for the price of an everlasting

one-way journey.

[17:46|29.11.011] ©c.thomas.carter

Conduits of Flowing Comprehension

Conduits of flowing comprehension

horizons of thought disintegration

scaled bodies of water featuring seeping foundations

Dynamic heir

I am no trouble here

Place your years on 'hear'

Listen to the sway of memories

Twisting ladders and fatty folds

Crystal under the skin

For the duration of a moment I understand,

to only have it dissolve in the sea of the mundane

[17:09|29.11.011] ©c.thomas.carter

Reorganization of Retrograde

A shift in data,

one forward for processing;

a rising generation,

an expunging of excess debris,

a reorganization of retrograde,

"He calleth for Elias!"

the stone of the well,

the silt of the clay,

the water of the wave;

blood of the arteries pump my oxygen,

and let me push out words worth watering.

I read your voice.

Did you ever see the note I left for you?

C'est la vie...

Just another unobserved blip on your radar

[23:30|28.11.011] ©c.thomas.carter

Swim in the Synchronized

Elder fire burn in my eyes;

the thousand-worded trope of my sight;

Lights begin to flicker

as I swim in the synchronized.

Pay for the poor unfortunate souls,

again and again...

so few so sure;

fewer still fully populated by their entire faculty.

[23:11|28.11.011] ©c.thomas.carter