My muses, beloved tortures, gone!
Stolen, or withered away.
With them has wandered my lexicon
Of mem’rable things to say.
How now, sweet demons? You leave behind
Your hatefulest loyal slave.
Please it your graces, how shall she find
The burning that once you gave?
What’s this? You grant me a grievance yet?
Oh, gracious, wonderful, cruel!
Torment me, my choice is set
To live for this poison, your tool.
Face me, Last Muse! O, sorrowful name,
I write thus at your behest!
My final divine inspiration;
The absence of all the rest.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
The brink, the edge, the verge
A blink, a step, an urge
Teeter-totter, drum kick
A heartbeat, think quick
Life's a puzzle, death's a riddle
Here I hover, in the middle
The verge, the edge, the brink
An urge, a step, I blink
Teeter-totter, heart rasp
A drum kick, quick gasp
Breathing, breathless; sobbing, voice-crack
Inhale - exhale, inhale - I'm back.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
Frankincense, hot cloves
Smoky perfume, like alcohol, gasped
Smooth, heavy, an intangible gravity kissed onto eyelashes
Covers and spices in flower, alive
Gasp after gasp of sweet tropic smoke
Eyelashes fluttering, started birds returning
A haze as purple as blood, or nightingales, or blood.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC
Spreading darkly from within
A cloud filled my breast
And slowly pulling me in
Ground me into the dust, depressed
On the dead earth below me
A dripping black hand
Struggled fiercely up to free
The shadows of the demon band
Others nearby glanced my way
Smiled at me, or cursed
With a venomous red spray
Fed my dark and demon-made thirst
Looking behind them I saw
On great poison wings
Creatures, crimson mouths all raw
From speaking unspeakable things
If we had courage to boast
Allied, we could beat
The hellspawned, bloodthirsty ghosts
That hungrily follow our feet
The other side of the coin
Fearing the unknown
No one dares to join
We each have demons of our own
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 6:43 AM UTC
This wall is for drawing
No writing allowed
No tags from the gangs
That wander this town
No poems, graffiti
Just sketching is all
Poorly drawn things are
Erased from this wall
The art of a child’s
An ugly scrawl
No verbal expression
Be glad you may draw
This wall shall become
A great work of art
But none of these drawings
Will come from the heart
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
It seemed I looked on a world all round
Where Hell with mortals heartlessly toyed
I turned away for I had found
The Chaos globed dark amidst the void
I stood watching the sky disappear
And writhing Terror coiled and bound
I knew it was there since I could hear
A deafening Silence full of sound
The starlight burned out, lost in the deep
Yet I remembered always my name
Though the world was dead I would not weep
Triumph is what the Dark cannot claim
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
Hardened glue is in my brain
Stickily I play the game
Happy faces cause my pain
Gleeful as I rise to fame
Captured since they know my name
Tears in eyes slowly misting
I discover they are mine
All my dreams they are twisting
Throwing pearls before the swine
Stepping out, I toe the line
No, I won’t, not any more
Throw my talents to the ground
Calmly walking out the door
Heart is suddenly unbound
Swimming bravely to the shore
Feet are firmly on the floor
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
Dark street diner in the town
Quietly the cards laid down
Oh those eyes you look at me
Burning through
What do you see?
I’ve heard a new sound
I’ve got a new song
Oh, I’ve been unbound
And you were all wrong
Can’t you read it anymore
All is lies in love and war
Turn it over quickly now
If I asked could you say how?
I’ve heard a new sound
I’ve got a new song
Oh, I’ve been unbound
And you were all wrong
Oh, look down, this is me
What is it that you see?
We’ve been apart too long
Why am I now so strong?
Halfway spreading through the sea
Paradox in prophecy
Always swimming almost there
What if I took Zeno’s dare?
I’ve heard a new sound
I’ve got a new song
Oh, I’ve been unbound
And you were all wrong
Oh, look down, this is me
What is it that you see?
We’ve been apart too long
Why am I now so strong?
Oh, look down, this is me
What is it that you see?
We’ve been apart too long
Why am I now so strong?
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
A nation great and strong we stood
The symbol of a dream
A city on a shining hill
A torch, a glowing beam
A statue tall and proud we built
Of copper and of gold
Its feet of clay away were cut
It crumbled into mold
Corrupted now our leaders are
And sunken into greed
An illness growing in our land
A toxic spreading ****
Now all the people stand in awe
From sea to shining sea
Fearfully they all behold
The tears of Liberty
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
The murk of swamps lies through the night
Weighing down on slate-blue wings
Raven cries in futile flight
Lifts his hopeless head and sings
Time and death, eternity
The afterlife, immortality
These are words that light a spark
These are the words that glow in the dark
This thought a depthless ocean floats
Of mute cries from many throats
The right weighed down by heavy wrong
Bodied in the raven song
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC