Sediments: A few remaining thoughts



―Nothing solid to grasp

The words I spoke

from my visions unmet

with the reality seen

―Things beyond thee 

My visions of the past, last

Deconstructed by the devil’s thoughts

Sinister and dark

An ungodly mark

Extinguishing Heaven’s spark

Weathered and worn

Now suspended and forlorn

Passion eroded

My dreams corroded

Terminal velocity loaded

Zero acceleration found

The drag force heavy

Buoyancy gone

―Gravity lost

A dire situation

No weight to the impact

Of events on the horizon

Fundamental consequences

Of settling traps

The particular matter

Keeps us moored in a black hole

Decomposing seasonally

We funnel about

Consuming toxins

The devil’s decay

To sustain his evil and jealous ways

Abyssal, shifting,

Now saltating we roll

Washing away obscurity from all

Rousing curiosity

About constant truths?

The curtain shears

New vision appears

Job 5, NIV

For hardship does not spring from the soil,
    nor does trouble sprout from the ground.
Yet man is born to trouble
    as surely as sparks fly upward.

Isaiah 1: 31, NIV

30 You will be like an oak with fading leaves,
    like a garden without water.
31 The mighty man will become tinder
    and his work a spark;
both will burn together,
    with no one to quench the fire.”

I penned a small book called, Sediments: A Few Remaining Thoughts, not long after I completed Side Steps Terrorizing Sound Bites and Side Steps Terrorizing Sound Bites Part 2: Some things are black and white. My idea for Sediments, was that it would be a little spiral notebook that when read in a forward spiral the reader would hear and see (black stick figures) the few remaining dark thoughts that I had left after writing the Side Steps books. When the reader spiraled the book from the back, they would read another little book I started called, Petrichor.

Petrichor is a distinctive scent, usually described as earthy, pleasant, or sweet, produced by rainfall on very dry ground. Due to the lack of response to my first six publications, I have decided not to complete this project but will share some of the poetry in upcoming blog posts. I hope you enjoy them, and would love to hear what you think.

Photos by Arnaud Mariat, Hikersbay YG |