[this is pretty abstract]

                                                                                               Sunset

let the sun burn my mind
eyes blacken as the softness calls
from within,

aesthetics are not everything.

sky shifts to night tone
silent voices slip through me;
Catalyst.

take no prisoners,
leave no rocks unturned and
no portraits unshaken.

will sing in sounds of silent static

charge through the world
walk the earth with my hollow heart
carry fire and soothe wounds, blindly.

Witnessed some poets being poetical recently - they were very good. It got me looking at the form again and, well, here's some new block-breaking free form [intended as spoken word] poetry (not as good, but then nothing's perfect).

                Hold Witness

I wanted to be here for ... the thing
nothing quite seems real around the edges...
the shifting perspectives of time..
halos of revelation, swinging from people's hips on chains
beside the 'scythes we use to dehumanise the used'
.
breaking chains ..
who knew that they'd shatter down onto everyone in blowback range
maybe we can see how they land and follow-through stronger next time,
    resilience built of legacy?
.
        [there's a blackhole and a supernova...
            will you burn or crush?
                perhaps find your orbit?]
.
    coffee and civilization?
    harrows of realisation, when did this reality get so loud anyway?
.
    hollow is the void inside your ying/yang soul
    shredding without from . open to the howling
    dancing and endorphins, stop, think, feel - now respond...
            [please someoneofme give voice?
                withstand and hold witness]