Icemelt turned malice

Where to
You depart and then you return
Riding lifts from chanced strangers
For some of your midday, midnight, midhour and midminute burn
Chasing the animal in you
Leaving your ashes scattered
As you smoked away your worries
Letting traces of your visual imprints
Gathered, escalated, withered
To those that were around you
So they would submit, grant favours, buy flowers
And deal a leader out of you

Whence to
Your absence
Affecting their aesthetic intellections
Nothing to wash their lungs with your halfday, halfnight, halfhour and halfminute fix
Has your ride gone wrong
Have the strangers been that strong?
Ride not the lift that you hitched for
Now they are afraid to say the unspeakable silence
The rock proved to be no longer solid
The gold has melted into malice
And those that were around you
Scattered yet remain your ardous spectator
To see their dealer of pleasure outfavoured and deflowered
Delirious, destroyed by your selfmade captor

Let go and let god

The idea of letting go
Came asunder from
The experience
Of living the conditions
Of passing the slow bleak moments
Through the ever flowing sensations
And reflections

Trying to let it go
It is of the thing itself
Never within never innate
Whatsoever the object
Whatever is meant
And whatever it is
How matter hard
The imploring, exploring
The state of awareness
The level of consciousness
It will linger without closure
How mean time can be
When it's the only known remedy

Just let it go
Let the ego rest
Overlook it
Ignore it
And discount it
Let go and let god
Let the thing itself unfold
For sometimes when you let go
You will find your
God, goal and gold