Building bridges

The devils in the details, and the details try to lead.
But we are not for turning, and we are not for folding.
Gather the threads of hate and weave a patchwork of love.
From all the crazy chaos of our minds.
The rambling mess of the world defined.
Build the bridge, each stone in time.
Though the devils are easy targets, with a burning fire and arrogance.
We are the same behind our eyes.
We all bleed the same.
There’s no money on the other side but there’s sharks underneath.
So we stable with my brother, each sister now complete.
Building, fighting and freewheeling in our shared world.
A planet like a ball of string, kicked by the kitten of god.
Who isn’t inclined anymore to fix it!
In this together. Holding on.
Building bridges with those I hate, to get to a better place.

Fracturing

Tiny fractures creep long my skin.
Filthy fingers finding their way.
Trying to pull it all apart.
The pleasure is all theirs, swinging into their chaos.
Let go, show me forgiveness.
My own brand of consistency.
They eat away the hope like cancer.
Cutting my elastic mind of understanding.
Turning the strong stone of integrity to chalk.
Applauding as the dust floats away on the wind.
Covering another soul in despair.

Chaos capable

I ran from you. Part me, part God.
Up into the trees. To the cobwebs in my head.
Waiting for you to shake the branches.
In your wisdom you never did.
You never changed. You didn’t have to.
Let me taste the death on my own.
Licking the love clean till the stone showed.
Hard as nails now.
Cracking under strain. Splitting at the seams. I dissolve.
Struggling to integrate, bypass and subjugate any longer.
You let it wash over you like ash. My chaotic waves as you disappear into the horizon.
Like an apparition, you drift into the fog, never looking back.
Like a mourner I remain, chained to our remains.
Wound licking, account ticking. Marking off any acceptable losses.
Coming up empty.
Your black grave opened up, and I dove in.
Canned chaos and tears. Forever lamenting.