Eye in time.

Grasp envisioned fantasy so strong        

collect sensational hope for it belongs

as an apple of the eye enticing the snake bites

to salivate the succulent taste, upon poison tongue

cursed envenomed body to wade through, time's blistering night

for the wait has been, so long

that the apple eyed right, turns to a misplaced wrong.

Today's wake.

Wake to a funeral, R.I.P to today

evaporate emotion as the brain roams astray

inside compressed, mindful feet say run away

but static blistered soles, soul, stands in compromising decay.

Blind perception.

Escape reality of alien sight

break the brain from perceptual right

and fall witness to truth, as blinding light.

Fleeting beauty.

Far reach a distance of space between

everyday a new vision but not what it seems

can't fathom the change, pictures so hard to read.

Flick book a masterpiece, for a pleasurable reprieve

can only look once, now it's time to leave.

Staged world.

Hide personal intentions, in a heart shaped locket

then sell the symbol to pad them pockets

and buy a weaponized topic, to dollar the gossip.

A world where only the staged 'prophets', profit.

Nothing.

Lost, numb in cold surroundings

hollow, substance left floundering.

Nothing, is grounding.