Left my soul in the trippin spoon. Gave it a shot now I think I'm through. Now watch me ride on and see it through. Until we meet again. A chicken crows in the dead of night. Another tweaker, been up all night. In the dark chasing dragonflies. Now its time for the morning light. So welcome home. The phone rings but I don"t pay the bill. I probably spent it on a ****** pill. But he still can't find a thrill. Where did the mortal go. Back to the trippin spoon.

I do not scratch my anger into My skin
I pour it onto
My paper
anger can’t
win.

I do not slice sadness into My arm
the sadness
will cause
no more
harm.

I won’t show My pain the bottom of the glass
I am wise
I know the
pain will
pass.

I won’t let rage make Me pop a pill
but put pen
to paper
that I
will.

cities topple
and the sky collapses
inward
eternally striving
for reconnection to the
relative.
two lovers entwined for first time
only blocks away.
As lives end
one begins to wake to morning dove songs
bedded by wildflowers
paradise we've all been seeking for so long. all for
the last two and a half people.
Perhaps God's will,
perhaps the Bibel is a prediction
Perhaps not or perhaps we will never know
only love circulates in our veins now

Last night,
At the moment between sanity and dream,
The conjuring I had acquired to keep you caged
Was cancelled by a stronger spell.

For even after years,
You came unbidden to my bed,
And tempted love into regret.
Even here; within a bedroom you were
Banished from by my desire,
You found a way to lie
Your ghost beside me,
And possess the still and sleeping form
Of yet another stranger by my side.

When you first left,
To live apart through our
Shared motion of the sun,
Destroying days with dark mementoes,
And nights with savage wakefulness
Where all alone, I had invoked
The Furies, to pursue your faithlessness
Through every hope you treasured
And held dear,
Fear of my wish for your decay
Had marked each day,
With lies to mutual friends,
Who heard I wished you well.

Yet even now;
I burn within the hell
Which I unleashed for you.

© James Rainsford 2010

It is a night of dark desire,
a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their loneliness.
The immortal one rises.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her deathly form,
a brooding wrath.
Her raven hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders,
and her full deeply crimson lips part slightly,
to taste the red tears streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of shared vitality,I hunger.

She liked to feel like she was drowning in him
the hard way.
Because it made her love her lungs.

"My love, I don't want to hurt you"
sounds like a promise
the A-Bomb made to Nagasaki.

*"My love, I don't want to hurt you

but I will."

Somewhere in the infinite darkness
It comes, a sound, a whisper barely
No one could be with her in this place
Souls wither in such utter emptiness

Lights illuminate the scene, illuminate everything
Open is the door leading to her room
Open are the innocent children's eyes
Their cries come, their fear is paralyzing

Voices she knows, wishing it wasn’t so
Recognition accompanies crushing disappear
She fell so deep, so easily, so instantly
Unheard she screams, “Leave now, please go”

Track marks exposed, she managed to cover
Once hidden needles, buried deep in her vain
Pointless masquerade among beautiful ignorance
Heartbroken they beg , “Please wake mother”


Under heavy gray skies, beneath a leave barren tree
No child should sit beside the grave of mommy
Her princess baby, one and only boy, dancing little lady
Lost in unending blackness, crying out, searching for me.

It is not enough to exist.
It is only enough when your existence leaves a kind of crater in a person.

Then you know that you are real.