Marquis Seabron

MARQUIS ANTONYO SEABRON

Passing by

yellow boat

red water..

you are waving

from the shore,

alone

maybe

and

you look happy

and me too

and

I love you

still

breathing softly

and some parts smell like cinnamon

some lavender

some rain

then the scent of sunshine

coming from a blue sun

Like green

vines

All these visions of what can be true but will never happen. All those good, fake, memories dancing in the head.

If the walk hurts my feet, I might fly on my own

Skipping islands, over water, no path, no road.

stay away

face turned, because of songs,

half ugly

rose and smoke colored burns

leave me lone

leave me, lone

lone,

please,

leave me alone,

want you no more.

yellow wind

leaves my lips

cold like abandoned and forgotten bones

all those messages

all those lies

tongue heavy

harder than bone.

head with nine horns,

iris deep blue

mistaken as black

pupils chrome

seeing the hunger living in godly bodies

leave me be

on this ride

I’m on my way home

In my bag of spirits

keep digging or more,

fingered right past Satan, Vishnu, and another one

with skin that was blue

and then I get to the floor

I mean, it’s gotta be the bottom,

I’m sure

who can carry us through a pain we weren’t supposed to endure?

Dancing with four left feet

a tentacle

few spider legs

gliding

12 eyes on my forehead

bright

blinding

breathing words

inhaling fire

vibrating nerves

Gathering water from hearts full.

A thirst

quenched for those recently becoming loveless

(to a) god of unconditionally,

why are you leaving?

is the water too deep for you?

are you flooded?

Whatever,

the pen, the brush

are the only true loves known to me

smiling pleasantly

smile

warmest thing below me

warmest in the summer

warmer under blankets during winter

warmer than a kiss in December

back to flying

shine your light

for darkness,

and it may protect

Stop

Did you hear the rain when it came

are you trying to cry alongside the world

when you attempt yell out, does your throat feel blocked by stones

breathe

hold it within

like there are no openings

“let it go”

“even when chaos slips out, talk”

Kneeling to a fallen warrior,

knowing war against your past

open hand

parry

full force punch

soft-light crash

because the anger does not warrant violence.

because the rumbling heart does not deserve to die

because the weary eyes are nourishing,

the body need not search for sleep underneath soil

yet this is not the obituary of a eulogy

for all must meet with life

sooner-

or-

later

breathe

you will be home again

after leaving the place you’ve known

and upon the sky

we make love with

wind

and

heat

and

wetness

and

the formless structure

and below

below

earth

what lies?

Sweet swimming spots

sounds so secure

sponge state

sullen slates

sleeping saints

suddenly awake

in a submarine

so sad—

knowing skies can wait

constantly changing shape

letting myself escape

I don’t need protection from the water,

from the bottom

here is where I’m safe

you and me both

make an iridescent space