The Ultimate Starting Point Poem by Leon Moon

I have been there
at the end of time
it looks different
every time

The ultimate starting point.

L U N G flints
clung to interiors
devotion of lovers

instead of infecting her
with the Gazing world
you strike your love mortal

Time constraints
crucified in slogans
times constraints
gift-wrapped constructions

The Mystical Deduction

the impossible remedy
the soil's responsibility
the handmade eternities
the necessity of an enemy

seeking the onslaught
of meaningful erosion
seeking

Sanctuary
the capsule we found the world upon

a sun which never tires
those who's breath is fire

paradise's parasites

transpire

vaporised

liquefied by the spire

The ultimate starting point

The Invisible Lover
weave her hands into waves
never enough

the changeless maze
finds a new way
to be replaced

Sterile Motion
the authors orphan
distorts metal detectors
pathetic poachers
worthwhile amazement
forcibly evicted
just like an actor
sacrifices anchors

Antediluvian drought
capsizes
re-fills starvation
the over indulgence
the famine
we force upon ourselves

High functioning
lowlands
breed unanimously
unalterable height
gauging the respite
dissolution of birthplace
available anywhere in time

The ultimate starting point

Hegelian Dialectic soundbites
the most efficient way to talk
and ring long lost loved ones
once your wonder has found
itself out

no longer
waging war against the wind
oblivion's delicacies
as insipid as the prophecies
you arm your future with

The ultimate starting point

arm bands, sailors
utopian record-players
aftertaste of novelties
truth's sanctimonious casualties.
jockeys thud across the finish line

bomb shelters wash up on the shore
debris, pariah's caps, as cold
as empty turtle shells
hunt the sacred monsoon.

refuse the sea turned to blood
under the emerald moon
it is a trick
experts in sign-language
all went to school there
it's full of abandoned homes
relics, banners, ploughs, barges
drumlins, druses, corpses
all the property of drude's
mistaken as sirens
man's faithful foe
vanquishing victory into virus

livelihood
reformation of unknown worlds

lollards pit echoes
gagging church bells
hung over from the night before
cringe-worthy satanists
rebelling against the first veneer
evicted through the assumption
there are no more layers
wise for having no cause
yet still they forge a side
huddle in spite
mimicking the praise they despise

skin of a bubble
victimising compromise
an anarchists best friend
is the man who's back never bends.




tinsel armies revolve around
establishments, merry-go-rounds
digesting protests, the subtle hypocrites
anoint swarms, self-appointed lawmakers
die for their masters of freedom
devising only destruction
demolition of tradition
the trojan horse
bleeding

homogenous salvation
pinnacle of each generation
the appetite for chains

the outsider who must be slain
returns again and again
but he can never remain

study your own decay

forging history
no brakes
no blame
no stains

roles change.
the earth is capsizing

still