The Last Tangle

 I slept my heart into a storm.

And discover my soul torn to cause

as I begged for forgiven

but crickets were all that graced the air

while distant silence deafened the room.

Just like a dream

sleepwalked into

Reality had finally divorced the sun from day

and packed along with my heart

burying my soul while at it.

Fire Tales

Hop - skip
"Daddy's car is on fire"

Sang the little rascal
As the smoke serpentine
Filling the atmosphere with unusual paint
Amber - red - blue reflection
Downhearted
As the rascal sound looped
Troubling the mind
Thousand pounding questions

Hop - skip
"Daddy's car is on fire"

The resounding sound
Inflated rage
As disbelief sparked hatred
Provoked by the little rascal's fading voice
Clinching fist
Dead being the enacted judgment
Compassion lost pretext
Blood shots drowned tears

Hop - skip
"Daddy's car is on fire"

Crowded thoughts
Racing thousand miles
Unexempted temper ignited
Death to surely come
As calm fled the mind
Loneliness engage the gear
Repeat the clipped set roll
Screened within the cortex
Wilting
Drying the anger to an explosion

Hop - skip
"Daddy's car is on fire"

By Mr. T Mandie