culture burned off my fingertips,
splinters, morphed into unsightly locusts
behemoths are used to scavenging.
peering at the soft light,
the seconds flew by,
a voice mystified the atmosphere
the walls began to turn
reveling in my pattern sinking
deeper than paradigm.
stardust clouded the room
all was natural.
most would call it ambrosia of the mind,
when matters most at hearts is failed to be recognized.
candles whisper their oak secrets.
one would, prefer a wine tasting
licking off the fine print left behind on the fold.
illegality, temperament, bitterness.
a lifetime wouldn't be as cold.
once again, gathering my thoughts
smoked cleared the room
only lipstick was left behind on the chalice
what remained of my vision
was merely the clearest confusion.
Disco ball distort my dreams,
Shine me some funk,
Like I've never seen
Shred me a six string
Bring it down low
Play me a symphony
Of gitty- up- go..
Give me the whine
Of something metallic,
While I empty a tune,
To refill my deaf chalice,
Throw me some zombie
And I'll soft shoe
Spin me a hook
And you've got me
It fixes just about everything, that chocolate doesn't!
Stealthy vibes passing you by
Healthy lives they quickly die
Take small sips finish it to the last drip
Drinking from the chalice of youth
Its moments like these that kept you still
Losing you as I gave you up
Was it me?
To rid your bitterness out of my life
Perhaps, yes, if that is so then here
Wait, no, it's not so
You pressed me to act like I was given no choice
Happiness you wont find it
How mistaken were you
Leaving all your worries behind
Happiness is found somewhere far
Somewhere where you aren't looking
Yes I can see your depression
Still imprinted within your eyes
Your sadness has no place to hide
But if its an answer you seek
Just come back and look for me
Sleep and slumber, dreams of wonder... weaving,
morning’s vacuum broke the spell
Pitted pillow, note of parting... leaving,
“from your friend, a fond farewell”
Sunrise throbbing, twilight aching... grieving,
daydreams, flashbacks, nightmares knell
Pale phantasms, visions sneaking... thieving,
plot to fill the empty shell
1st Delirium: COLLAPSES
Fractured sky bolts, billows bursting... rumbling,
heavens tighten, turn the vise
Horsemen saddle shafts of lightning... tumbling,
jagged highways must suffice
Ruptured skyways, hailstones crackling... crumbling,
naked pearls of paradise
Toxic tongues of laughter stinging... stumbling,
ocean buckets choked with ice
Droplets drumming, thunder muzzled... mumbling,
washed out whispers pay the price
Smothered blazes, cinders smoking... humbling,
ashes shaped in sacrifice
2nd Delirium: DECENTS
Asphalt alleys, ashen faces... frowning,
blowing bubbles, chewing gum
Drinking ale from tavern tankards... downing,
moonlit beads of painted rum
Stony stars and sea misshapen... drowning,
humble rivers’ rhythms hum
Apparitions aspirating... clowning,
diamonds dying , minstrels strum
Incandescent candles conquered... crowning,
vacant vapours, cold and numb
3rd Delirium: FATES
Tempest turmoil, tapered turrets... holding,
dungeons, dragons, chains and racks
Wheels of fortune, Tarot temptress... molding,
Hangmen, Towers, One Eyed Jacks
Sand dune castles, cryptic candles... folding,
warping walls of liquid wax
Idols colder, combed and coddled... scolding,
hide in fissures, peek through cracks
4th Delirium: LOST SOULS
Sunken cities, pilgrims peering... gawking,
squinting eyeballs, blazing sun
Janus facing, shepherds chasing... stalking,
friends embrace before they shun
Tearooms steaming, tumult teeming... talking,
lovers listen, poets pun
Broken stones unanchored, quaking... rocking,
slipping, falling, one by one
Beaten pathways, footsteps marking... mocking,
wedged in webs which spiders spun
Circus shelters, big tops tumbling... locking,
people pacing, soon they’re none
Numbered exits, zeros numbing... knocking,
midnight daylight’s days undone
Moon blood shackles, shivers shaming... shocking,
starlight striders streaking, stun
Hushed but harried hermits waiting... walking,
restless rainbows on the run
Pixies, elves, and echoes bouncing... balking,
fading fast when dawn’s begun
Bantum butterflies are flitting... flocking
sometimes conquered, overrun
Hocus pokus, seers focus... squawking,
voodoo wavered, witchcraft won
5th Delirium: INTROSPECTION
Sundown furnace, fires fading... coughing,
dusky dew drops drain the air
Empty chalice, sipped in silence... quaffing,
thirsting shadows unaware
Looking glass and lattice scorning... scoffing,
local loser gapes and stares
Faces covered, dancing naked... doffing,
peering inside, hope despairs
6th Delirium: THE VOID
Tales of taboos, mystic mythos... missing,
windows shuttered, bolted door
Kindled candles, tongues and anvils... hissing,
heavy hammers, echoes roar
Dark deceivers, raven charmers... kissing,
draging demons from the shore
Hopeless hollows filled with doubters... dissing
standing empty - nevermore
7th Delirium: SEARCHING
Martyred monks haunt runic ruins ... waiting,
banging broken bells below
Vaulted hallways, voided voices... grating,
churning Chinese chimes aglow
Granite graveyards, spectres spooking... skating,
blackened bushes, roses grow
Midget dwarfs seek mutant migrants... mating,
packing parcels, ice and snow
8th Delirium: NIGHTTIME
Throbbing drumheads, fingers blazing... steaming,
coins of copper, beggars plea
Rusty residues of resin... streaming,
opal amber filigree
Orphan shades in shallow shadows... teeming,
steeping twigs in twilight tea
Cloister doorsteps, Prophets gaming... scheming,
tracing tracks of destiny
Blacksmiths blanching, horseshoes glowing... gleaming,
partially sheathed in black debris
Phantoms feigning, nightmares scathing... screaming,
dusty dreamers drifting free
9th Delerium: EMPTYNESS
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing... churning,
blaring bugles, tattooed drum
10th Delirium: ALIENATION
Rain unravelling, wistfully weeping... falling,
treacle trickling, fickle sky
Mushrooms sprinkled, visions sprouting... sprawling,
seagulls drowning, dolphins die
Rabble gasping, spirits broken... crawling,
lonely lonesome swallows cry
Babbling brooks and breakers ebbing... bawling
puppies paddle, puppets sigh
People passing ripple past me... calling,
rainbow colours, collars high
Chaos seething, lepers looting... stalling,
stealing stallions on the sly
Pencils pausing, scholars scrambling... scrawling,
scratching scribbles, asking why
11th Delirium: JETSAM
Silver sails sway pallid pirates... prowling,
Jolly Rogers, wind and sound
Parrots perching, tattered feathers... fouling,
tethered talons, tied and bound
Shipwrecked foghorns, trumpets stranded... howling,
spiral springs of time unwound
Magic moonlight, shimmers shaking... scowling,
burnt out matchsticks washed aground
Prairie wolfs, coyotes calling... yowling,
witching hours, midnight hounds
Tightrope walkers, grizzlies grunting... growling,
seeking islands, lost and found
12th Delirium: RELIEF
Slumber shattered, vapours captive... haunting,
chained in mirrors, breaking free
Scarlet skylines, daylight dawning... daunting,
rivers rushing to the sea
Silence softens, sandmen whisper... wanting,
piercing rafters, turning keys
Shadows shudder, notions fluster... flaunting,
moonbeam bullets meant for me
Mind in migraine, meadows trembling... taunting,
sparrows speak in harmony
Pitter patter, teardrops paling... pearling,
salting scarves in secret drawers
Mist amongst us, smoke rings rising... curling,
climbing from the ocean floors
See-saw circles, senses swerving... swirling,
swept away with silver oars
Courtyard jesters, sceptres twisting... twirling,
push the past to foreign shores
Passing pangs of passions heaving... hurling,
burning bridges, closing doors
Roses wither, icons waning... whirling,
time decays and time restores
In the night, it falls, like silent tears,
a healing touch to assuage your fears.
The chalice to the drink of life,
it soothes, it loves, it ends the strife.
As calm as death, as harsh as flame,
within the wind it speaks your name.
A primeval dance on tiny feet,
it sings of memories bittersweet.
In light, it glows like tiny stars,
its brilliant streaks forgotten scars.
And on nights when it forgets to give,
those are nights we learn to live.
Chalice of cheap spirits,
bottle of Venezuelan Rum
waiting for me in the glass window cabinet.
I just wanted to help
I wanted to pay it forward -
The difference made,
We could battle this shady place together,
Rag-tag orphans turned to fierce soldiers,
a marching army under a trickster's banner,
savage after a journey through the blackness
of this desolate and fragile sphere.
Oh St. Joan!
We don't know ourselves,
Mercy is this bottle of booze,
in the glass window cabinet
on the back wall.
Change my sorrows to a hobo's shambling wisdom
a wino-monk sopping up messes with a dirty rag.
Pity and scorn, nothing aimed was done -
desolate truth sneaks into her presumption with
a stark, tiny honesty revealed between worn lines.
Mercy Wine! Mercy to my blood.
Severed idealism fixed in glass shards
pieces biting the flesh between my toes,
and I can't find a ballad blue enough
for the impudent girl that presumed
to dine at the table of the gods & men,
the Fool not discovering the cliff just
beyond her feet.
You can look upon a Begonia
Transforming The sounding of an Hydraulis
Dancing with her at Almendra
Salute her,By raising up the Chalice
imagining being with at ,Departamento de Huancavelica
enbedded swimming alongside Posidonia oceanica
But until you've been Entrenched of The Energy within MaryAnn
No other statuesque,No other Radiance of stunning Excellence
Can anyone understand,All want To Hold,All Want to Protect
All Love this Creation of Lovely,Appealing,Magnificence.
Always Saluting All that is of true Beauty.
Departmento de Huancavelica in Peru
Posidonia oceanica-type of ocean plant
Hydraulis-Ancient Greek,Water inc,Instrument
Failing to comprehend
The idea painted
In colors gray and white
Dull and sad
Not a smile
The picture spoke
In foreign tongues
Flashing its surreal
A chalice was brought
So that it'd flow
And then ‘d drink
The canvas yard
vague games enable and our liturgies co-mingle in an inkling of the I.
your mind succumbs to the soul. the rabid rain is ironic and the font you spell ' god ' with
is all scrawl and scrumptious. you lump this dream into your dolphin of Delphi
and squeak cute symphonies of deep brood.
you choose your Oblivion.
and that's how Angels kiss. they force the Word through your Animus
and greet your weakness with squinty eyes and Lion's breathe.
you're the next best thing since that one thing that had no soul for god to play with.
it never complained. you might look and you might not see
what you're not supposed too. but i know you'll be happy with lemon-drops
and long dark naps.
that's how we do,
like a crispy pillow is a cloud with a lobotomy
and all my barbed wire is wine.
Like i'm the king of unbearable sublime. you annoit the fallen. i spike the punch, judy. you sunshine.
eulogies wet the pavement. darth mauls
the halls of our peril
and the dry
you had no love but you had a thing that went thump
when you met her. and some other cocka-mamy thing.
and your narrow view
of the wide ha ha and the mute " fuck this "
and why not?
we're all caught in the same frame and the gorgons are massive. you have to elect a hero to laugh at Death with and might get a girl.
your nothing at all and that infuriates the reality you were dreamt with. you have no kin, but your family hasn't been.... you were unhinged
from the stark grim and the tide pool. why do you think i say things that ain't been language but has always been lingua nova ?
why would i lie ? this is the scepter of the vengeful design and the glee demons of first love sipping from a chalice of lost love
with closed eyes. this is the pier and the ocean. the dime store Picasso hanging the velvet Elvis with the perfect circles
with the little
aching for flamingos.
All along the castle walls
A deadly secret she doth keep
"Revenge”, she whispers, while he sleeps
She was once his only lady
With ivory skin and beauty fair
She fed him nectar from raven hair
His betrayal seared her hemorraged heart
She had warned with many a fiery stare
Thou shall not indulge in wicked fare
Be ever so watchful, do not betray
Beware, where thou heart doth leave
"Take heed" said she, “Just who thy seed deceives"
In her chamber dark at night, this maiden fair
Planned his demise with nectar, bitter sweet
Stirring her venomous, poison treat
Or would dagger to his heart she’d plant
Bid him die a dark and lingering death
Upon his sleeping body that she left
Amidst her pillaged, ravaged heart
Would this poison brew she stirred
Leave him dead without a word?
Her empty soul doth bid her tears beneath
Bringing chalice to her lips of ruby red
The poison she drank…
Left her coldly dead