fringe selvedges

layers of danger
await dawn each day
they travel like bandits
turning thoughts into fray.

layers of danger
arrest your true being
they waddle and lull you
to keep you from seeing.

Alone and broke
In the shadows of time
Asleep with infections
Relative to mine.

Fire tempered fingers
Caressing your mind
Signals hates reaction to
A blessed coming time.

Fire tickled tempers
Cascading down to find
An ignorant reaction to
A dark but clever rhyme.

Credit: NASA / JPL

Anger is evil
It thrives in its pain
It whistles with envy
Where it happily remains.

Anger is painful
It’s hurts all it sees
It whistles behind you
And tries to cease you to be.

Anger is constant
It’s the dark from your heart
It whistles within you
Like a soul piercing dart.

End of Days
End of Time
End of Hope
In the last rhyme
Of Mine.

Imaginary dreams
About the silence of death
Is a celebrated theme
And a whisper from God’s breath.

Could the skies turn black
Could the rain be red
Could a sadness come
Could we become
Undead.

Nonsense
She said
While driving a nail
Into my head.

Your deceptions
are clear
Your motives
are fear
To me,
And forever
Your dead.

A stuttering silence
And a staggering delay
Means our entrance was disguised
As an insta glorious
Foray.

A swaggering slink
Down a slippery way
Means our exit has turned
Into an insta infamous
Parade.

Find yourself
Out of mind.
Silence the doubt
Scream it and shout
And consider each moment
A find.