Bury, lay to rest, consign to the grave. Inter-alia, travelling, patiently, to your destination, emerged for a fight against an invisible black fog, apparition inter-dimensional, sword relinquished, scolded in fire, smoke, rising up above the surface of the sea, watching a strange set of eyes watch me. Temporary, holding, ceasing, ending, how you wanted it to.
Urquhart Castle – Loch Ness – Highlands of Scotlands.
The coldest wind, the lightest touch, they hold onto each other, each other a rock, and the breeze may freeze them and they may fall, but they all, have to adore, the world they have created, the world they have berated, a soldier dawned into an apocalypse, apocalypse so random, those zombies can't stand up to, Resistance.
A new location I have decided to add to my Work In Progress zombie apocalypse novel. Urquhart Castle, the site of the resistance…one site…the other is Appleby Castle, you may recall from a previous poem.
Space man,
wizard man,
star gazer,
dream pleaser,
darkness forgiver,
light embracer,
supernova engraver,
was a courteous journey,
a fragmented reality,
contorted self relfection,
hard pain craving its way to the surface,
discontinued mottled waves,
evidential burden lying on your shame,
twisted mind playing the same games,
upholstered refrain on your parade.
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Space man, looking far and wide,
wizard man, looking deeply inside,
part taker, dreams ablaze,
outside in the space surrounding,
floating blissfully growing gravity-less moons,
graphite-less curbsides,
lifeless orbs of matter,
decaying on the sprouting roots ,
glistening bound space junk,
trapped the earth in its funk,
earth junk,
space junk,
timeless matter,
eyes opened, never time to die,
ears open, never time to hear,
lives nestled, never a way to fly,
dying,
bleeding,
healing,
needing,
space man rockets his ways past mars,
blobs of fabric flatten his path,
what a fantastic gaff.
psychedelicwizard 