As these forlorn cadences await- unfold
To compose a disbanded vow
Yielding unto harrows of gates untold
Charms death to disdainful plow
Death is plowed to a forgiving halt
While silver moonlight and whiskey dances remain
Glittering gold in this crimson vault-
Feeble souls conjure grace as graceless minds abstain
Counterfeit conceits ravish this open cellar
As the night’s last dance ceases to a disgraceful plea
The dweller’s disdain is akin to my killer
And heaven yields blood to salt the earth for thee
Come away now with your anguishing defeats
Seek not a jagged spike as the heaven’s conspire and wake
Glory and gold may turn us black as deceit
But deception admonishes the dancers in their quake
Spellbound nuances of this reality await at every turn
Mourning and fighting the finality of this grave
Orchestrated knives are rosined like honey, beckoning our blood to burn
At last, a burning reckoning comes to ravage the brave
But refrain, oh killer- host of this crimson vault
Enlist a memoir for our sins
Recalling the pieties of our gracious faults,
Enough to make this blood go thin.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
I am only an ocean, a great rage and the ever-sinking sea
Lamenting every marred sailor forged in the waters of Galilee
No more shall sailors mourn a forgotten plea:
A ransom for hell, where devils run free
Forgive and forget
But never forget my eyes
The rage you lament
Remains lost to solemn lies
You are only now, only here, and solemnly mine,
For what is brimstone but ash beneath the dying brine?
You are my sword, my heart and my final lament and plea
Forget not my mind lost to hell’s every subtlety
There is only rage that awaits among this sea
Forever pining for a ransomed eternity.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC
Gladly, gladly
Sadly, I will go
Slowly, death valley
To reap what I sew
Ache, awake-
The sun is setting low
Break-bind stake
Bury me in the snow
To lament, to forget,
Sever all your ties
Complied threats: mere regrets
Masked in perfect lies
Gladly, gladly,
Madly- to and fro
Sadly, badly
Find me in the snow.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC
My blood is a toxin
Toxic like wine
The ink from this pen
Is duly mine
Your name is a drug
My drug and my wine
My body was your temple
Now become a shrine
The harlotry is my venom
The venom is my wine
And for all that I may account
I know I've walked the line
The whisky is my poison
The poison is my wine
And I find it warmer here
Beneath the dying brine
Now my thoughts lay bundled with twine
And here I am, fresh out of wine
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 2:26 AM UTC
Charming endeavors harbor pain
Melancholic facades are dull and dim
Rage seeks only by plot of gain
Only hope remains by the morning’s whim
Hope is a welcomed nail
That bled my soul awake,
Resilient to the vale
And makes the mountains quake.
Hold fast to the stars-
Forget not our plight!
Gold are our scars:
Black in perfect light.
Forget nothing- but everything
Will always be a hopeful blunder
I have never known a sweeter sting
Than the hope that throws me asunder.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 3:50 AM UTC
These feral thoughts lay scattered
And lay waste to an endangered mind
It seems thorns only mattered
When they were blooming and I was blind
As I’ve seen, dreams are a virtue
While reality is a cross-
The former nails the good and true
While the latter is a mere loss
These virtuous thorns plague me
When I go lay the cross to rest
While these thorns pillage kindly
And seek a curse to heal the blessed
If dreams are ash, then a soul is fire
Onward still! We will burn before the dark
As thoughts are a haze and minds are liars
Yet, burning thorns always carry a spark.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
Indebted shadows prey on a prayer
They drink up their glories and sins,
While contending for souls so rare
And endow nails upon my skin:
Clever born,
Hearty,
And silver to the bone.
Nevermore,
Sadly,
Now mutely grey in tone.
“Awake!
Arise!
Win our war in Rome!”
They break,
They lie,
And never came home.
Forget
Please never,
This threat
I sever,
Regret?
Too clever
to lie.
Faulty sins hoist a ****** banner
While goodness is only a trend,
And foes are convenient in manner
Convenience: a conclusive friend.
Too clever to lie
What a convenience am I
Am I: your conclusive friend;
Answer as to why
You raise the stakes high
When you have no soul to lend?
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
Mountainous caverns
And cavernous depths
Plague and pillage taverns
Bridle beleaguered breaths
Forward the hour
And hoist the scattered skies
Time not to cower
Behind blatant lies
Prepare for the downfall
As the mountain gives way
Gruesome, thunderous brawl
Is my death in this day
If an avalanche is hell
Then I am surely home
Brokenly beaten and well:
Where chaos freely roams
Forget not our rise
For we are not our sins
But saints in the skies
Banefully, ****** kin
I am a vagabond in hell
And a vagabond: I am free
As heaven rings a final knell
While the mountains collapse for me
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 5:20 AM UTC
“I am a shallow presence among a sinking sea
Harboring every sailor sent from Galilee
The captives roar from the depths of those caverns
Sorrows known only in the devils tavern
That night, I was abruptly stolen from this dream
As my nightmares danced and my soul began to gleam-
I feared every shadow that lays beyond this realm
For at the gates of reality, shadows are at the helm.
-But love is as transcendental
As death does plow
As much as the thorn is gentle
Upon my brow
Timely tales unravel my gaze
From your splintered skies
As you remain stagnate through this haze
Living solemn lies
No correlation remains
But only what you observe
Sinking seas and pillaged plains
Bound to your every nerve
Does the sea question the celestial?
Or the heavens question the stars?
As a rich man knows he is *******
Or as the slave counts his own scars?
I assure you, I am as unchanging
As your solemn lies
As the sinking seas are forever raging
Oh child, you will rise.”
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
A crippling rage may endure
At the faintest hour still:
A cancer to ease the cure
May yield to a kinder ****
To yield to deception
Only forges a sword in water
And lies by exception
To all of the martyrs who faltered.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC