the empty picture

the empty life

the blank page

friendless

soulless

an ocean.

I don’t want to be calm

I want to rain words

from the clouds of despair

from the winds of change

I want to discover

what I’ve been waiting for

in that white silence.

It’s not a beautiful snow scene

but an icy grave

covering-up

the scars in my skull.

I don’t want to sleep

I want the sun

to melt my mantle.

The beautiful life

exposed.

Words like rocks

that can’t be broken

cry-out.

When the mountain moves

the forest is filled with ash

and all that death

is spread-out evenly

so that life is born

like a bird

on fire

rising from the sea

of discontentment.

Stillness is not a Sign

of peace

but the contemplation

of the mountain

before

Creation

of a new world

that speaks to the empty soul

like a desert

waiting for water.

My words flow from hell

because

heaven is too peaceful.

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