In that moment
I truly felt you for the first time.
Your breath rolling over my neck,
your hands grasping my waist,
I wanted to keep that still-frame forever.
It felt invigorating,
as if you were bringing life to the dead.
You offered pulsating veins
and hyperactive breathing
in contrast to a world
that only desires
to watch its victims suffocate.
I stole and absorbed every moment,
like oxygen to spasming lungs.
I became a maddened catalyst
with an insatiable craving,
driven by my new found ability
to feel this breathless seduction.
I tried memorizing
every pore on your skin
while I took you in.
Inhaling as deeply as I could;
I held you there
in my lungs.
But now that the end has arrived
I only feel distance
and empty space
the product of reality,
and carbon dioxide flooded veins
Too afraid to breathe out
in fear the air
will have disappeared once again.
Possibly forever.


You are fucking unforgettable.

You stumbled down a path that’s long been hewn
From weeds, that spread like human vice-
And found, by light of autumn's moon
A Rose ‘neath leaves that time had strewn.

Its petals once were full and flaming red-
A passion that would start a Fire-
Where Doubt was purged and Faith grew in its stead,
Or else, you clung to Fate’s decaying thread.

In spring it welcomed in the patient sun,
But wilted with the winter's chill.
The new had killed the old with gilded guns,
The thoughts you once relied on came undone.

In truth we are all victims of our time,
But what a heavy cross ours bares!
We're punished for our fashion's petty crimes-
And disillusioned, by the human mind.  

So let you see this city by the night,
As it is known- for blinding lights.
Cathedrals loom like candles Faith ignites-
Antiquity omits such light!
Enough guide you through the Night?

The cobblestone will turn to gold in time.
And maybe you will sanctify-
What fear pollutes and charms your mind,
For "Fire burns, until we're all refined,"
So you once said when you were mine.

Posted on my castle temple walls
Signs you should of took the time to read
"Warning"
Monster untamed and vicious
"Danger"
Toxic tears will erode your soul
"Keep Out"
You will die slow and painfully
These walls hold secrets
Victims to my monstrous demented ways
Have become the white picket fence
Barbed-wire running through temples
Oozing out the toxicity of my love
You should of read the signs
They were warnings
Before you walked the yellow brick road
That is now painted red
With those who have tried
To make me something I was never meant to be
I'm no angel
I'm no saint kneeling at an altar
I'm the demonic statue
Crucified upon golden crosses
I'm the symbolic monster
Tormented by the whipping voices in my head
You should of read the signs
They were warnings
To the same fate that fell upon others

You were taken away
Before I knew what I was trying to say
And you were lost
Slipped away dangling on the end of a rope
Your excitement was bitter denial

You made me happy oh
So happy we were
Girl you made me smile
You made me happy
Then you were taken away

You made me cry
And die slightly
For so long
Every day
Over a sweetheart taken away

Your momentum shattered
Like bone pulverised
And digging razor sharp
Claws into inflamed
And angered flesh
You lost your direction
You lost my enthusiasm

You made me happy oh
So happy we were
Girl you made me smile
You made me happy
Then you were taken away

Your mouth was poisoned
With paralysis meant for another
You had no say
No way to surrender
I tried I tried
My darling I tried
But victims are silent to tyrants
And yours was a silence long-lived
In agony

I tried I tried
I'm sorry my darling

You made me happy oh
So happy we were
Girl you made me happy
Then you were taken away

(08.12.2012)

Take me back to the rivers of belief,
to those cool waters from the cloud-piercer
when I was a boy and
the wheeling galaxies whispered
the secret of the suns
then, when the brown trout flashed
and I would splash the souls of girls
with the innocent wriggles of my dreams
and touch all the quivering kernels of desire
forever on those endless, flowing days.

Take me back to the cataract,
the campfires and canoes of that
caravan of golden times
when I could still hear the hoarse, hollow fluting
of the magpies and the crackle and pop of seed pods
on the hot, dry, dusty broom
that swept the whole world clean
then, when I was king of the cockabullies
along those crystal rivers.

But innocence is, well, so innocent,
and I couldn’t wait.
So I galloped reckless and heedless,
headlong across the bridge.

Then I saw armies on the march,
the glint of sun on weapons
washed in blood and I heard
the whirr of metal wings.
I witnessed wars, and then
bloated things came floating down the river.

I saw that love was a spectacle on screens
while sex was ashamed and hidden in the dark.
Violence ran amok and killers stalked the land.

So now I’m the messenger from the future
and I've come back to tell you this -
love and fear are intertwined, and
guilt is close behind.

I saw the pallor of the victims
and then I saw who held their chains.
I was haunted. They looked so, so
familiar.  It couldn’t be,
but yes, they looked like
you and me.

Mike T Minehan

A little trickster called Jack
Always prepared to condescend on what others lack
upon sprouting out like a clash of thunder
The body of the scoundrel split asunder
Now the victims intimidate what remains of Jack

I know what it's like to be called Mutha
You are not alone with this badge, brotha
Saturday is for you and me
The victims of profanity
No free ice cream, flowers, or the otha