brianbrane

Nuclear Dessert A purple flower grazed the fabric of reality As I was washed in the wake Of an enormous event. For me, time had stopped And a dream had exploded Pushing past all consciousness Carrying me into a deadened landscape Of sand. My tongue grew fat in my open mouth While a dumb stare took my face. My skin burnt like bark Sore feet bubbled with blisters. All was silent except for the deafening cry Of lost souls. I stopped still Feet covered with molten sand Half turned And fell. Face cracked Body burnt Mind lost. Then the rains came From the depths of hell.

The World was turquoise that night With the air still dimmed Too bright Eyes caught by the moment Magic in the imagination Of touching hands The turquoise of the affair The light caught in her hair With brilliance Shimmering Eyes stare

Pooh! That man stinks I mean, Really stinks I mean, I am about to faint Due to, Oxygen starvation. Pooh! I have to get away From that stink Too crowded To take a slight breath. Pooh! I think I will be sick The stink From that man Is making me heave. Should I faint Rolling subtly Towards the soon to be Opening door? Not breathing Is making me light headed And in a second I shall have to take a breath Then it is gag Or  fake death.

There he is The man with a broken leg If he thinks He is getting my seat He has another thing coming. It clearly states Elderly Or parents with Push chair. He broke his leg It his fault Unless Of course someone else did. Still He is not getting my seat That man With the broken leg.

If I could be with you now. I would hold you tight. Softly stroking your brow. If I could hold you now. I would whisper my love to you. I would tell you just how. How much you are with me. When we first met. Even though we have never met. Even though we must never meet. In my mind I wonder what it is we are. In my mind I feel you, even though the distance is so far. If you could see me You would see the sea in me In my eyes As I think of you. It does not hurt. Like it should It is like the rain. It falls without pain. If you could be with me You would be without something else. To take what is not mine What you cannot

The man turned the corner. On a dark lit. Raining night. Quarter past the hour. There was a meet. Down the cracks. He trod. Hidden from view. Clutching the night. Cold in hand. Who knew. Sliding past the candescence. Of the skies flight. Deep in the horizon. The sun bade. Farewell. To another day. Long shadows. Burnt the sodden gravel. Where. The strangers. Shoes. Go. Glance to the side. The man walked on. Silently. On tip. Toe. Brushing the stone covered. Floor. Hiding. With him. In a no show. Through the path. To his meeting place. Quick turn. To the side. Steady now. That is the end. The figure. Disa

I tried to hug the world. It did not help. I tried to cure your ills. It did not help. I gave you all I have. It did not help. What can one do. With this impotency. So I sat. Cried out my being. Until it was all gone. Until  you and me became one. I figured. This was not the first time. That this had already been done. Until I saw my own face in the sun. With the wind breathing The tides turning And the way that it shone. The problem was. I could not stop. The universe went pop. It turned, inside out. Nothing, became everything. The universe white hot. So the light that you see. Are tiny holes that lead to here To m