It runs just be…

It runs just beneath the surface,
A river of molten tar.
The very fumes bring tears to my eyes,
The very sight brings despair to my heart.

Heart. Heart, my heart is in pieces.
Laid to waste like a prisoner of war,
Starved, whipped, ripped apart,
Left to die out in the bitter cold.

I’d like to warm myself beside this river,
To feel some life back into my limbs.
Though the heat may scorch my skin,
I can bare feel anything, anymore.

Beside this River of hate,
I am far tempted to dwell.
For the ghosts of Justice lies in its’ froth,
And the bitter song of rage is its’ wont.

But nay,
I shall lie in silence and wait,
Sustained by the fragile tendrils of hope
Which I hold tight to my breast.

And I pray.

I was high abov…

I was high above the world,
Soaring on wings I couldn’t see,
Upon air currents I couldn’t feel.

All my worries were lost in the moment,
My cares, discarded.
Laid to rest, where, I know not.

My feelings were at peace
Lost in a numbness so close to pleasure.
A gladness, some joy.

I could smell freshly turned dirt,
The scent of deepest green.
Shuffling of leaves in the wake of a spritely pour

Gliding, ever gliding,
Lost and away

What Does It All Mean?


One may have been meant for Two;
Three for Five
And Six for Four.
Black may have fallen in love with Pink,
And Blue may have left reality with Green.

“Yes” may have been used to describe a comma;
Or an animal with no tail and pelt’d grey.
The sky may be blue because it wants to be called the sea.
The flu-bug; the insatiable need;
To call out, to cry, to name and to declare.

Walking along the sidewalk of clouds,
Past the corner just after Bricks & Hard,
You’ll find an oubliette of truths and lies.
Thick as a spider’s web in Spring,
Laden with the burden of dew and deceased six-legs.

We grope for the light
In a room we think is dark,
When the stars above
Shine ever-bright.

Grim Greetings of Relief Long Sought.

Hello old friend,
It’s been a while.
A while as we know it,
A while it has been.

The cracks and sinews bare on your hands
Give testament to your life, so bright and braw.
Sun-browned and labor-calloused,
Gripping mine in a clasp firm.

You have aged, old friend,
While it seems I have lain in the bed chamber of Time.
‘While’-ing away the years,
Watching countless Suns set and rise.

Your back is bent, old friend
Your limbs trembling gentle from hard use.
Your feet have seen the mounts and tops of the Earth,
And your arms have turned goodly soil with payment of blood.

Your children, living bits of your soul and being,
Wander this Earth and prosper.
Your blood shall live eternal,
Without the sallow weight of ragged flesh.

Come with me now. Let me hold you up.
Your time of rest has come.
Join me now in these dim-lit halls,
Where rest shall be your bed, and sleep your feather’d down.

A new forever.

I Woke


Rich amber rays that rise;
A touch, a gentle caress,
As fingers would across a beloved’s skin
Running light and supple soft,
Setting flame to a blue expanse.

The shadow-wraiths long dissolved
From slumber deep and restful.
Dreams of naught; And the silent Void
Lingering past conscious consideration.
All thoughts are bent now, awakened but unresponsive.

Cauldron


Broiling impatience,
Bubbling, bubbling, a witch’s brew
‘Neath the miasma thick and roiling
Boiling, bubbling potion stew.

Rolling dreams, fleeting swift.
Vivid color bright and yielding;
Shapes that morph and twist and shift,
Attention, focus, tunnel vision’d.

Lost.

CHEW ON THIS.


I AM ECCENTRIC. I AM WEIRD. I AM REJECTED IN MOST SOCIAL GROUPS. MOST PEOPLE WHO LOOK AT ME EITHER THINK OF ASSERTING THEMSELVES AND STAND BEFORE ME AS A BULLY, TO TRY AND DEMEAN ME, TO REDUCE ME, OR ACT AS AN AGGRESSOR, TO ATTEMPT TO PUT ME IN MY RIGHTFUL PLACE AS A LESSER BEING.

I LIVE IN A WORLD WHERE WE HURT ONE ANOTHER FOR GAIN. HEY, DON’T GET ME WRONG, I’M GOOD WITH PUNISHMENT. CAUSE THERE’S A LESSON IN IT. BUT WHEN SOMEONE GAINS FROM IT?

HAHAHAHA.

FUCK THAT SHIT.

SO WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT BULLYING, ABOUT PUTTING ANOTHER INDIVIDUAL DOWN.

DON’T PONDER ABOUT WHETHER HE’S GOING TO BE YOUR BOSS. OR IF HIS EXISTENCE MIGHT BENEFIT YOU IN SOME WAY. THINK ABOUT WHAT IT’D FEEL LIKE TO BE IN HIS SHOES. HONEST TO GOD, GO THINK ABOUT IT.

WHAT HAPPENED TO SELF-SACRIFICE? WHAT ABOUT DOING THINGS THAT’S GOOD, THAT’S NICE, THAT’S DECENT, THAT’S KIND. SURE WE’D HAVE TO WANT IT.

WHEN MOTHERFUCKERS GET RILED, THAT’S WHEN MOTHERFUCKERS GET HURT.

Another for My Love.


When night falls dark and gloomy,
The gates are shut for sleep.
Into a field of sable cloud,
The moon; Her harvest; She silently reaps.

Beneath my furrowed brow and tangled mind,
Struggles my distressed spirit.
Running, bounding, flying, fleeing;
The hounds of Torment in the darkness rising.

But oh angel sweet, you come for me.
Easing the burn, the pain
With the cool touch of your gently hand.
Waving back these wretched hounds; Back into unholy lands.

Your eyes, oaken blessed;
Whisper quiet and shields held at my defence.
Your lips upon mine whisper love,
And arms that will never drop me.

The dream slows as daylight breaks,
But I wake with your love in my breast,
In my heart; Slow a-beating.
In my heart.