Benign Thoughts?

do you witness the harm of thoughts,
the designed valley of grandeur allusions
do you know the stomped on desires
flapping on the carpet for their last breath
could you ever feel that agonizing wait
growing every second in a jarred clock
for the steel gates to open and welcome
do you still possess those goosebumps
they got extinct a few summer years before
self deprecated form of oppression
such an art, hanging by the ceiling
have you completely lost the pathway
I could help you if you find me there
wandering on the macabre street
would you realize what you were here for
or have you for ever made peace with
no purpose, silence and yearning.

Tracking

Welled up at the forgotten path of self constructed delusions, fresh air is hard to come by. 
Moment it does, the projections begin and that was the last time I tracked myself.

Cast Aside!

Marinating in this Valium of abstraction, layer by layer it engulfs my desires. 
I have lost sight of the destination, prevalent though she is in my thoughts. 
Traversing her pre decided contours I stop and wonder! 
And keep on.

To Be

Flexed throats
Blood coughs
Electric shocks
Pinched skin
Arctic winds
To feel alive
Pervert imagination
Rejected romance
One sided streets
Loss of time
Unfulfilled now
To feel alive.