Pessimistic Positivity

Moodyville's muse kicks tin cans

triumphant failures mock knowledge

and my positivity rides waves

moments influence, inflections laugh

I've gone deft to deliver

intentions to lift

strange, pessimism, smells putrid

cold comfort found in misery

the ministry dictates

fearing pain less, embracing more

presence will always be

and I mock myself

at my best, because I know all 

inner workings paved waves

I will be high

I will be low

my only goal

climb higher every peak

and fall harder

till I bleed

neglecting fear of impending injury

disdain for comfort

the most treacherous journey

is to the middle 

This Mechanism got Tooled

Arbor arched awning aloft

Buzzed business burned bonds

Chatters chipped clipping cliques

Denver dogs dawned days

Effortless eulogy entranced equivocally

France fucked foreign freighters

Gators grind gruelling giblets

Horses hooves hovered hostile

Introspective indignation iced insensitivity 

Jaguar jinxed jumbo jet

Kaleidoscope kin killed king

Lustrous languish lulled lazily 

Monetized masqueraded meticulous melodrama

Nano nips nuzzled neatly

Optimized optometrists ordered oats

Pounding pandas paraded proudly

Quick queens quack quarterly

Rapping rabbits raped rubber

Stinging stipulations suffered stigmata

Tougher teams terminate transvestites

Uppers understand understatements ultimately

Victorian victories vacate vicinities 

Wandering wizards warp winchesters 

Xylotomous xylophone xeroxes x-rayed 

Yuppies yelled yesteryears yatters

Zipped zeal zealously zoomed

Cluster Heads full of Stars

 [Goals to the end of the Universe]

 [Heads full of Stars]

Cluster heads full of Vast

Distracted last

To the ends of the universe

Spells oft cast

Distilled, tasted curse

 [Jindabyne, NSW, Australia]

[Night Trails]

Vivid's Only Half

To say vivid is understated. Dreams illusive majority. 

Riding skyward, seemingly upward into the stratosphere

Perched upon a precariously high ledge in a mountain range taller than I've ever seen

Giant snowfields scream

I enter a community of quaint but meticulously constructed dwellings

The path I walk is sheer rockface, clinging, I manoeuvre along

A local elder shimmys past, hot beverage in hand, not phased by depths unseen below

I fear for the only moment in this journey

Lucid awareness of my situation, means falling would translate to immediate dismissal 

Hand and foot holds stay true

I round a corner and vast beauty greets my minds eye

Snowfields forever, jagged cliffs hold them steady

An enchanting Beauty greets me, she beacons me to follow

I walk, not rushed, but earnest

Weaving between clusters of stone and homes

Warm and earnest souls follow my journey from dark corners

Neither dread nor apprehension enter my thoughts

I follow, as Beauty leads round corner after corner

I'm now standing on the precipice

Green water greener than green itself

Never have I seen placid like this

Impervious to the bitter howls of high born winds

I can't help but hold and stare, caught mesmerized

Beauty whispers 

Attention immediately shifts

We enter her home on waters edge

This place is comfortable, ancient, and adorned accordingly

Beauty's father enters, his soul feels older than time

He looks at me for an eternity

In that time I stand, locked eye to eye

The moment passes and he is gone

Just beauty and I stand

I dare to glance upon her only to find myself alone

The abandon doesn't touch my heart

She is still with me

I leave the confines of the endless

And wander strengthened by what I now know

I look downwards, discovering deep green placid under my feet

I walk no more, but instead look to the eternal sky above

And wake.