Bear with me, melody, don't die
Like long years that struggle slow and doubt that
Any new feeling falls in
The well - when water rises, remake
A story so gray-glossed
That time may no longer tell teal
From blue, best melody, yes you.
A Touch Of Ash And Dust Resistance breaks the skin,
The webs are sprawling
And awful, a melancholy
Crimson that sways each thin
A stalling wind escapes,
The place of sweat and stinging
The pent-up sinking ship,
It's calling, pushing against
Waves that bend
I am in that place again
Reflection Upon FearI've searched for the arbitrary,
Found places abandoned to a plague,
Under restoration yet unrestored:
Awl-marks tagged for eternity,
Fresh rage scored the plaster,
Hastily-painted mural of Christ
Marred upon the stone façade,
The scaffolding’s chain of pipes
And planks were
Dark with soot, vacated.
Some things in us that we can't see
Are narrow, dead ends from pillar
To post, soundlessly guiding where
We shouldn't be led.
He who grabs and demands an open hand
From which to stand again
May stand, higher even,
On other men.
Dust particles poised to curse us,
We cannot cure the condition of "versus".
Children play kick-the-can
With a dented censer;
I watch them battle with each kick, a
Fresh perfume of cinders.
The Carrion My fingers itch to intertwine
With votive texts; the withered spine
Of ills and mornings lost
To fingerprints, embossed.
Remembering the aimless days,
I cannot sleep, a clawing craze
Comes atom-small but grows
And stirs my firm repose.
But roguish ran the vein of plot,
What complicated parts and naught
A show of lissome prose,
I turn inward and close.
God with honor, hang your head,
Wild silk you've spun instead
Of Truth's thread; your traces,
Features in our faces.
What partly-colored pain is this,
Acrylic and acidic kiss -
Your stories are no home,
No crueler end can come.
My fingers now are filthy teeth,
Old artworks drawing blood beneath
The words I can't pronounce;
Hunger is but an ounce.
Heaven's a tempest carrying
The carrion meat - the craving
For purpose, in service;
The search for worth, bi
Iceboundmore infinite than
space are memories made
blind in moonlight
trembles beneath the touch of
dawn's first breath
camouflage of ice,
the waves' sigh
of snow cradles dawn,
the ice solidifies
one hesitant step
leads a man's wanderlust thoughts
to something lost
harsh sunlight echoes
upon the waters shore. her
breath lingers no more.
In Wait (A Tale Of Untaken Bait)Bass stop snapping up the squid,
Ditto for the halibut;
Yellowtail pop up, the line never taut.
She'd Take The Devil At His WordAt first glance, her world rolls on
Unbroken, timid eyes;
At first thought, she can't be tender,
Would quickly dart and strip away
Ecstasy's face; a compelling fire
Of flesh in offering
To the night's knife-sharp perspiration.
How beautiful that form expressed,
Pulled by splinters beneath a skin of ropes
And smeared like a thick liquor;
Her possession, becoming possessed,
A devil's depth in adjuration
That I may gash her to pieces and receive nothing;
Her being hollow -
I swallow -
Her being a song, I sing.
Digital WitnessAlready now it stings, hollow nibbles between being swallowed whole,
I die tonight, my life destined to be shared and liked,
Already now it seems the billowy ocean of clicks have found me.
I died without trying, to see him at the pane I sit,
To meet him whom unsubscribed, my life a lofty prize
Plowed through and trod down, powerless against the scroll.
Already now the force of blows, mixed with the incense-steam,
Seem to me less as weapons, more melancholy comments
Attentively neglected; I trust nothing, and expect less.
I am hostage to a powerful host,
Honored to be an awful ghost
Living still in others' eyes,
Through old memories and new replies.
Expectation Of An AvalancheOur emptiness, our spades and saws,
Old tools become debris,
The shattered bricks, a flayed applause
Shaking the snowy sea.
Tomorrow and the muted crawl,
The air's shock caught up, surging fall,
Beyond, until the motion stalls.
The bloodless gallop of the void
Between a dreamer's bones,
And at the foot lay there, destroyed,
Dissolving little ones -
So was it then, an elegy?
To soften their geometry,
So was it, then?
So was it then
When ice was all that I could see?
Alignment of translucent dunes,
Glass roofs but gravestones be;
Giving shelter to shedding moons
All polished perfectly.
An avalanche, as one would say,
No anchored noise thrown in the way,
To seize the feet with frozen clay.
Yet convalescence strips away
That jewel-box whose stems may slake
The eyes' long-thirsty lust of gray -
Our emptiness outwears and breaks.
No arabesque to dress the heart
Nor quickly sway its idle aches;
To whisk off vertigo, to part,
Our emptiness o
MonsterThat bony smile across his face
a sight to take your breath away
as time erupts and slips its pace
a noose of stars that went astray
slips down the sky to find its place.
He said he roamed too far afield
that all his pleas were spurned and shunned
the hands of god refused to yield
They only left him dazed and stunned
with fleshy wounds that never healed.
So now he haunts the fields and fens
and calls the narrow ways his home.
The secrets that no man can ken,
the buzzards bleat a wretched drone
and turn their backs on drowning men.
The World Within My CityThere's another world within my city,
Where people cry and sleep on stone,
They scavenge and beg for food and water,
But in the end they always die alone.
I think once they were just like me,
They didn't deserve to end up like this,
But now they're oppressed and I'm free,
It was taken out of their hands it wasn't their choice.
However, it was their life that was stolen,
In the blink of an eye they lost everything,
Most can hear that old, rotting bell tollin',
For now they sleep broken, and on the streets.
They rolled the dice, and got snake eyes,
We hardly feel anything towards them but pity,
As we pass them by and they silently watch,
I hope they find the world outside my city.
MankindWe’re all just worthless,
Careless type of people,
Who wants to be consumed by evil.
We could ignore the chances of being equal.
Hating is what we choose, knowing it’s lethal —
A virus is within a needle.
We pierce it into our skins, expecting some sort of sequel,
Wanting our drug to make the world peaceful,
Forgetting that the world will only be hateful.
Wars against our neighbors are frightful,
Expanding our pitiful beliefs of being fearful.
How naïve are we to be so hurtful?
Yes, just let us murder children with words but say “we’re being insightful” —
So blinded but we can still see.
We can’t develop sympathy, empathy
For the possibility
Of eventually being able to see
What cannot be seen by humanity —
Mankind is just ugly creatures,
Monsters of the past and the future with new features
That created these procedures
To hate, to rage, to fight,
Blocking the weak sight.
When will we learn
Little Desert TownWelcome to our little town, in the desert deep
Where strange lights pass over us, while we all pretend to sleep
Where creeping dread and mystery is everything you feel
Where angels are like mountains - as in, they're both not real
Let's first head to Big Rico's and have a slice to eat
Or we have something else for lunch, if it doesn't contain wheat
Do you see that helicopter? If it's black, then it's okay
But if it happens to be yellow, scream and run away
Do you see that house nearby, the one that isn't there?
It once swallowed a scientist with perfect, perfect hair
Let's visit Tamika Flynn, the bravest girl in town
She once vanquished a librarian, completely on her own
You want to see the dog park? Good God, what's wrong with you?
Nobody ever leaves alive, except maybe one or two.
Our weather here's the best thing that you will ever hear
It has the finest melodies, so soothing for your ears
Let's go visit Old Josie, and her friend Erika – with K
Her cookies taste angelic, her s
I belongI am feeling love deep inside my core.
Tenderness, compassion, what else could be more?
All this makes me gentle yet strong,
and believing here I rightfully belong.
The Haze Between UsFormless underneath that cape
All the scars I inflict
Will you look at me?
Take my hands with your blood upon
Or hold me at the nape?
So I can for one last time
Let you see me
Stains in rivulets you cleaned
I can still remember
So does the earth underneath
My nails cannot ever be pardoned
Covered another theme
They clutch at piteous pride
Slip as quick as I breathe
I plead by eye to blinded cowl
Take me back inside
Have I not been punished?
Drowned in the bone dust you cried
When our romance went afoul
And I took the part of you
From my piece of mind
Spectre of my scenery
Transparent as the rains
Yet forthcoming the travails eschew
Darling have I behaved so cruel?
To make this existence dreary
That when I smile
You can only forget you knew?
I write the testament and scribe
With those sins as ink and pen
Trying to atone this finger paint
On a canvas devoid of elegance
Make the colour grey sigh
Instead of tearily
Reflect my longing visage of late
Witness by the passing days
Can you see m
BiblioclasmPeople burn like pages
Bad memories with good.
As ash covers their faces
They do what no one should.
Like blank and blackened corners
We never had a chance.
And so we rip
This city fills with mourners
Who shrivel at a glance
While they rip
Flaming books that once were vessels
Burning with them all our pasts.
When they rip
How is it that a loss which was the baneHow is it that a loss which was the bane
of life, and made you limp, becomes your cane?
Your sorrow, pampered like a pet! You deign
To honor something low and mean, you feign
Dislike but stroke it daily. See, its gain
Grows faster now, for when you sleep, you’ve lain
In hollow hours, mopping tears, its mane
Draped by your side. You like familiar pain.
Yet I would send you storm clouds, heavy rain,
To roust and drown this pet, to make you sane
Again, for life is never lived in vain.
If life will grow, of course a life will wane.
So when a heavy loss becomes the bane
Then honor high and bright and love and gain.