Dark Storm
Dark storm-filled sky
Oppressing all-encompassing
Overwhelming in its inescapability
A depressing blanket smothering those hunched underneath.
Penetrated by a ray of light
A hand reached out
An offering to escape
I don't trust it
It must be a joke
A mistake
I turn my head
The light disappears
Swallowed by the storm
I begin to walk away, rain beginning to sting sharply against my skin.
Consumed by the tempest
Wind cutting to my bones
Rain drenching my body
I am content
An expected pain is better than that of broken trust.
Golden hour
From the ground sprouts a wonder
Beautiful golden leaves like pieces of gold fall from the winding branches above
An elegant rain engulfs all that stands underneath
Breathing in the warm air
Drinking in the golden rays of sun above
Perfection
And yet perfection doesn't truly exist
As the weeks pass the radiant leaves wither
The work of art once tall and proud curls in on itself
The branches pull into the trunk
Desperately clinging to its leaves
To its beauty
All for not
The wind from the mountain above rips at the valley below
Leaving it gray and dull
Change is unfair
It’s unexpected
Yet it is all around us
Our world is fragile our lives are finite
Hardship is around every corner
But spring will come
It always does.
Shattered World
A shattered world stretches for miles
Winds blow through the hollow mountains
An empty dry sound
Whispers like steel scraping along bone
Rasping all that remains of nature's beautiful melody.
Above a sky of flame burns.
It seems alive as it crashes across the horizon
Deafening in its silence
Crushing in its weightlessness
Light flickers
Rigid steel interrupting natural flows
One last fingerprint
Flippant in its intrusion
Natural in its creators.
Infinite Wire
Cursed land
Crippled by time
Scared and festering with wounds born by greed and anger.
The omnipresence looks on not a hand raised nor a finger lifted.
Inky darkness rules all.
A man hunches down on one knee
Cables stretch for miles
An endless tangle
Never-ending and never touching
In their parallel the man finds catharsis.
Freedom
Freedom sores above my head
An expanse so breathtaking language can't quite manage to articulate,
So awesome the world beneath lies in its shadow.
The earth strains itself reaching up toward that freedom
It never grasps what it seeks.
Rooted to itself
Seemingly all-powerful
Yet unable to obtain that which it desires most.
I lower my camera
Breath condenses as its heat melds with the cold felt around me.
I can feel it as I walk back towards my car
Each step hunching lower
Melting into the cement below.
The crushing desire of the world pulls me down
And the sky offers no wings to lift me up.
Nostalgia
Nostalgia
A wistful attention to the past
So human in its tragic originality
To seek something long gone
A feeling once had but no longer attainable
Words from a song
A show no longer what it used to be
When found the result is the death of something once held dear
A video game played one too many times
A movie now lacking in excitement
Yet time continues to move on.
In that crushing reality some refuse to move with it.
Blazing Rage
After the blazing rage of a fire.
There lies a blank slate.
The woods regrow, plants thrive, animals trickle back.
Scorched earth turns into fertile soil.
The once-scarred land now more beautiful than ever.
When we are hurt we are left empty.
Hallowed.
And yet we move on.
We must.
There is nothing else to do.
Experience nurtures.
It strengthens.
What sprouts from within becomes strong.
If we let it.
The Observer
A world full of observers.
Always watching as the planet spins around us.
Wars rage
Children starve
Countries burn to the ground
The plant chokes underneath humanity's crushing heel.
And yet we stand aloof.
A camera in hand.
Beauty spreads out before those lucky enough to witness it.
A man hunches over gnarled fingers trembling as he presses down.
A click of a button the only sign of action
I stare down at the picture in hand and stuff it into my pocket
In the future not long it will be treasured.
An ashen taste of the world long since lost to history.
Natural Flow
An elementary flow, beautiful in its nature.
Its simplicity.
Jarringly interrupted.
Natural manipulated into the unnatural.
As I sit here denim-covered knees sinking into the mud I ask.
Why?
Why must we always interfere?
Always “innovate”
Expand into the places never even meant to be discovered.
The answer rings out through the rusting pipe.
Because.
It's your nature.
The Cycle
Shielding canopy pierced by symmetrical incandescence.
Hyperboranth niche evaporates underneath.
Rebirth and death shackled to eternity.
Regoise! as warmth and life is restored.
Our Inevitability
In the ice-cold embrace, we wallow
The mind begins to erase
All that has come before
Lifeblood continues to flow yet
Inevitability is unavoidable.
To be alive is to be bound
To seek freedom is to chase after the very chains you run from.
In our truth there lies a certain adventure
There is an end to all things
The only escape is acceptance.
Ascension
Negative space rends at the pitch-black expanse
An all-seeing eye boring into those it seeks.
Smoke blown across the universe.
Clouds seem to glitch buzzing like a disconnected TV
A man lays spread eagle in the now.
His gnarled hand stretched toward the sky.
For an instant he believes he can ascend.
To Be Alone
In the cold I stand-
Feet planted at the center of an ice-covered wasteland-
One hand trembles and jitters-
The other tranquil and still-
One longs for the others warmth yet solace it will-
Never reform.
Our Truth
When you strive for greatness so extreme
Do not be surprised when eventually reality dashes your dreams.
When you charge forth with only progress in mind
An eye opener let it not be when mankind is ground underfoot
When you live as if in a tunnel with nothing but an end
Let you not feel consternation when your even visage is hated
As you soar high over the empires created
Remember history will always repeat
Understand that however grand and glorious world we sculpt
Will become nothing but a paper written-
by an old man scribing another rendition of an empire's fall.
Not even first and laughably not even last.