Dry Heat
Drink our words ...
The Online Literary Magazine of Paradise Valley Community College
Chris Breul
A Conversation
This path is too dark
This light is blinding me
stone cold metals line the halls
in nature's palace
roam the fields of the soul
see how empty it is
climb the mountain of truth
you will never get to the top
your dreams are dead
the fantasy of life killed them
read the truth of light
the sun loves the void
I can’t hear you anymore
the whispers of the night are too loud
I’ll never see you
you are no longer here
meditate
on the foundation of desire
the nexus of knowledge
is concealed by passion
I bear the word
fear
it tastes so mundane
I saw the stream
it carried away everything I knew
you should oversleep
nothing is happening anymore
the lies of the present murdered hope
dread grows in the soil of the future
breathe the clouds of entropy
they smell of despair
the clarity of beauty
can be seen in the sky
the clouds of life
sing the song of fortitude
they will never surrender
discipline
in spite of the ashes of the present
the agonies of decision
claim your fortune
you will still want more
Your dreams are dead
your passions are dying
destroy your hope
it weighs too much
cauterize the wound
you are bleeding out
you don’t care anymore
but did you ever realy
when did it matter
when was too much for you
I tasted the sweetness of joy
how bitter was my reaction
claim your prize
the signs said you were right
the discourse of it all
navigate the maps of your own mind
they are all wrong
you killed the navigator
now you are lost
not once did you ask if I could help
reach high and climb the ladder
what will you do when you are there
if it is the journey that matters
was the destination ever real
can I taste the comforts of success
the shield of virtue
it’s all you have left