Twenty Two Fourteen

The bombastic symphonies of the market square 

ignite the last drops of my youth.

I yearn for this generation

who takes chaos to the streets

fomenting anarchy against oligarchy.

The greatest experiment of our time goes horribly wrong,

wishes to off itself.

More at 11.

Peace, Freedom, Justice, Free will.

These expired ideas are forever engraved

as words of soldiers freshly forgotten.

Mediterranean metropolis- Catalonia

A thoroughfare, flat and narrow

shoots across the horizon, 

dividing everything in its path

into two.

To be with you has now become an ordered sort of thing.

We no longer bend our backs together, we bend our time apart.

'Til crooked and manicured, our lifelines fit together for just one moment of the year.

But it never fits quite right.

Taroko

The Earth before me,

I ask, "what are we here for?"

There is no answer

From fated love to us imbued

your fill in me, and mine in you.

And in our unclothed skin we feast

Our bloodlines flowing from the East.

I did not find for what I'd come

No loose ends tied, no setting sun.

Instead our love rose from the ash,

binding future to the past.

I let this festered pain in me

spiral out as ecstasy

It twisted through your shattered husk

and stole away my breath to dusk.