I, I’ve,
I, I’ve—

I’ve dug a grave
Deep into the ground
Filled with hail and rain
And foul

Words that burrow
Further
Than any other
Worm

Than any other
Word

Painted portraits
Contorted faces
They’re laced
With malice
And filled
With hatred

The pictures of the
Dead
They stare
Straight ahead

No goal
In mind
No destination
In sight

When they give their
Final bow
How’s the world to
Spin around

When the weight befalls
A fallen tapestry
Without a sound

Every step you take
Is disturbance
And breaking of the
Silence

The wake

That resides
With
The fallen,
The silent,
The gone.

Arsenic never drains,
it lingers in daily veins.
Foxglove controls the beats,
Hemlock never waits—
its bitter acceptance remains

Dwelling in ***** poppy dreams,
while Mandrake madness screams.

For willow’s bark, craving lavender’s gold,
get Belladonna's ruins—lethal and cold.

I accept the uncomfortable and the unexpected.

Why do you waste precious time on diamonds that don’t shine?
Which girl are you going to come back to that gives light when you cry
These lies man, it’s getting to you
You want acceptance when you can’t even preach
No microphone or rhythm on your street
Only electric on your avenue is the 2 minute satisfaction
You’re a waste of time man,
Calling yourself a man when you couldn’t give a ****
On the other hand, you could move to a new experience
Environments follow you forever, remember this
Regardless of your credit or situation
Can’t beat it, can’t save it? Deal with it
You could’ve had it all
The doors were open but you threw the lock away, the prize away, the ones away
Say, do you feel better about yourself now?
I hope you do,
Allow it on yourself

Since your “Never” splattered red
death across the compositions painted
by my love into your dreams,
I will now rewrite forever
as me Alone riding on the sea

Sometimes mirror still, glassy
I drift through reflected aqua skies

Sometimes rough & wild
I am as the weathered driftwood
on those crests of white

Sometimes frigid, dark & dangerous
with icy raindrops driving;
they dot the green-black brew
with marks of silence broken

I will sketch a solo rider of the briny waters
Peaceful
through the ever-changing colors
of our textured seas
I will miss the dreams I thought were shared
I will miss…but I’ll be there
Alone upon the green-blue sea

Ah, but also for this Now
I have , of course, painted in
that brown-eyed boy paddling ahead
Another playing violin upon the shore
Music to remind there’s always more—
those children I adore

Yes, the boy & I,
we tasted rain the other day
Paddled to the border
Heard the music say
Our hearts align
while also set in such varied array

They are my “Now”,
&, I remain alone Someday
riding on the sea around the bay
and you remain forever far away
with hints of splattered red
death across those compositions dreamed
now seaweed tangled,
sunk beneath the bay
whose sunsets colour art of Acquiescence
I will paint again

Uncomfortable events are temporary.

Just staring at this rain sparks a boundless space of thoughts
Let it all out, even little by little,something that was locked out, that you sought

Let it be a pen or let be a brush
Let be a pencil or let it be some crush

At the end of all the place will fall
The place will fall when the time will call

Let it be words or let it be an art
As we lay down on a horseless cart

An endless pit with a place to fit
The choice of none as the rule was done

A mourning joy, a meaningless pleasure
A rain that forever was an unpriced treasure

As I sing this song,
I sing with ghosts,
Sit with the lost,
Harmonising with those

Who tell a tale
That’s long and old.
With an ending
That’s never been told.

They show me all
The grief they’ve seen,
Peeling paint
And tear streaks.

I think I’ll stay here for a while,
Until the world quiets down.