CURR3NTLY-SYMPT0MAT1C

Poor Ludwig

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Poor, poor Ludwig

That his strings should twist and falter

The many keys once glorious

Shimmering in ivory and obsidian

But turned to dust

Beneath his fingers bearing down

And the waves of sound broke

Harsh and blunted

On a solemn desolation

With nothing but time

Now nothing but remembrance

To gently pale the epiphany

Until the last flicker 

Passed into insignificance

Oh poor, poor Ludwig

Even the final measure of his heart

Done aside his throat

A triumphant thump

Would push like a failing muse

And give no inspiration.

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[ by LukasBryson ©2013 LAB7media, LLC ]

A Silkworm or A Lemur

Lemur dances on my eye,
Reaches down into the sky.
She will never touch my dream,
Of peaches floating on a scream.

Sure, I could rave about the blue,
Balancing the morning dew.
‘Stead I’ll face the rolling now,
And milk it like a holstien cow.

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Andesite-Eyes

old pictures flip through my mind’s eye
cold hands there quicken pages
like a rickety nickelodeon theater
i can no longer rest my warm brow
pressed against the dancing hearts
who grasp with such a potent wasted power
bash in my head with organic shovels
dig into me deeply with silky skin
and leave me a smoldering wreck
heaped in some mass public grave
so i wince and shake my enlightenment
i rise and turn my shoulder through the door
outside light races past my face
and a faster shadow grows upon it
i sway i move forward and i know
that motion is the only freedom
the only way that i can begin
so i scuffle on trailing black marks
on the gray world behind me
and they pass by a walk a run or crawl
but you see you see this time
the fingers slide over asphalt
scraped and bloody they try on in vain
but i am at one with my open road
and though some say very sadly so
my slate legs bolt today outright
and andesite eyes witness mountains
great in that indifference is worth
the torn who begins to tear apart
the distance as they take me there

[ by LukasBryson; ©2012 LAB7media, LLC ]

Tired and Weary

It is tragic, really
When tired and weary,
We find no brighter road to take
Than one we’ve known before
So lively we do try, together
Never can we just, remember
Truth discovers courage
And time reveals true love.
So it is dreadful, truly
When a wish contrary
Spins around and comes true
In blindness we saw all we wanted
Came and became nothing we could use
And left there, we’re alone but wishing
For just, another wish.

(by LAB7; LukasBryson; LAB7media LLC)

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