Joyfully, hair stands large, shooting sparks across globes,
blowing by shocking blues of spring days,
smoking away death screens, running on top of galaxies,
like on treadmills. No grass, but towers of Lilacs like dinosaurs
stretching back muscles. Home. Unimaginable gift
for all of my devotion to the undisturbed?
Pushes of deep rivers in dark deserts,
Vibrations only, movement to kill Satan forever.
And what is Hell? I reign on tall fences rooting for
frantic love powering seas of hurricanes,
songs lasting forever and spiraling towards
soft fields that have been set on a table for heavens.
Music, shivers, my world, here. This is my place.
God put me in a stream made of electrical kissing for eyes,
nose, hands, and even tongues, but oh, Lord,
the sound, the beautiful sound.
I am not back yet, but I am on my way.
Home. Steal my blanket, burn it, stomp on it.
Satan has helpers who will not die. They make new blankets.
My crash comes at me, sledge hammer disgusted with
hating the world again, but it’s back heaviest.
I want to remember that one moment
when I thought I was getting better,
when the world was so good to me. Just a moment.
When I die, I will remember that moment,
struggling not to hate God for stealing it from me
No foreshadow.
stillfugue 
#1 by Life: Between the lines on March 4, 2011 - 5:35 am
“I reign on tall fences rooting for
frantic love powering seas of hurricanes,
songs lasting forever and spiraling towards
soft fields that have been set on a table for heavens.” this is beautiful, speaks of a heart seeking redemption, peace…a wanting that all of us share I think. Nice one as always Carl 🙂
#2 by Carl on March 4, 2011 - 7:13 am
Thank you so much for your comment! Peace, yes.
#3 by screen_scribbla on March 4, 2011 - 1:30 pm
Though the world may steal those moments, I believe there are angels that offer them reincarnated. Few and far between, yes. But there nonetheless.
But then I’m hoping you only wrote this in a moment that was offered on a silver plate to you by the devil hisself.
EIther way, very strong, deep writing.
#4 by Carl on March 5, 2011 - 9:32 am
Thank you for your comment.
#5 by Evelyn on March 4, 2011 - 7:53 pm
“but oh, Lord,
the sound, the beautiful sound.
I am not back yet, but I am on my way.
Home.”
I am in love with this little group of words.
so beautiful if felt even for a second…
#6 by Carl on March 5, 2011 - 9:54 am
Yes, just for a second. Thank you, my friend.