Fuse

As the kundalini exposed this tide turning
and the bare bones with a fire burning,
who was painting the sky?
(And why?)
While sprinkling the world with treasure,
without measure,
the day has come;
an end to the sum.

Now you are here, stay a while.
But there is a cost for each smile,
so bare your heart with trepidation
and not for the nation.
Bare it for yourself, be free.
Fuse, resemble the sea.
For dreams only separate sleep
from the cold, eternal deep.

And as you dance, breath deep.
Not only is air cheap
but it will never be so pure again,
through not the labour of men,
rather, the world becomes an age
when there is no other page.
Then, as for you,
its time is due.

©29th December 2011 Hey Hey

Betrothed

As life becomes an empty tome,
clear water, hot, it feels like home,
does bath away the leaving sting
and sets the scene where angels sing.
Next comes a scratch, the perfect spell
to see it all you know so well.
The palette fills with shades of then,
yesterdays unwrit with pen.
Nonetheless, there go the cast
of plays unfolding, true at last,
afore no ears or eyes to see
what really was the best of thee.
This vision is as abstract can,
asphyxiation’s only plan.
Now lays amidst an ocean, clothed
in all that ever was betrothed.

©8th December 2011 Hey Hey