Everything is nothing, chaos in senseless form
shapes of expectation imagine fruitless thoughts...
The moments always change, diabolic designs of
animals serving gods, who shadow less the weight of being mortal
and silence between lines, whose whispers have moved on...
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
Kindness is a habit I don't look forward to
and beauty is silence, absolute zero
the end of all time, where all things go
in the spec of decay, a swirl of emptiness
the eventual horizon swallow
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
Ageless eternal, endless divine soul
Needless infernal, shell of my whole
Wasteful demeanor, this humane toll
Scripted existing, money your sold
Watchful learning, boxed head control
teaching yearning, do what your told
Hearing preaching, god what you know?
Missing fearing, my temple cold
on the way down, digging my soul
feeling I'm sold, alone I'm buried
dancing the grave, these bones so weary
On the way up, slave ordinary
Image deception, mask on my soul
Wearing decision, not of our own
Crafted precision, life for a stone
Statue, prison, lies from the throne
Human shifting, truth never known
Living breathing, life over thrown
Serving willing, price of the tame
freedom giving, all threat remains
on the way down, digging my soul
feeling I'm sold, alone I'm buried
dancing the grave, these bones so weary
On the way up, slave ordinar
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
You will always be yourself inside
yet at times we must wear a mask
even though this mask cannot be seen
it's the shadow which "they" like to see
The sun, the moon, the stars, the sky
These thoughts inside don't dream – they're
The sea, the trees, the wolf, the scent
this life will breath as men will die
In the winter I sleep
in the summer I weep
In the winter I creep
In the summer I reap
You will always be yourself inside
yet at times we must wear a mask
even though this mask cannot be seen
it's the shadow which "they" like to see
The sun, the moon, the stars, the sky
These thoughts inside don't dream – they're
The sea, the trees, the wolf, the scent
this life will breath as men will die
In the winter I sleep
in the summer I weep
In the winter I creep
In the summer I reap
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
Miss you winter, your fall against my earth
The skin I wear, against her body
Your white blanket, a shield of purity
From winter’s breadth, that fresh surest
Missed the winter, where I was young
Felt your sorrow, it stilled my tongue
Now that you're gone, I feel so cold
My body frozen, the ice so clear
To sleep the idle body, where nature sleeps
to drift the absence, to drift obscene
Still remain, shapes in darkness, Shapes of memory
to sleep in idle, the idle body
From soft whispers, comes a gentle breeze
your winds of wisdom, I can't redeem
Those frozen hands, that strip me clean
her ageless journey, is the best of me
I sit alone, in winters mirror
on the edge, in silent tears
like shattered glass, those fragments dear
That winter year, she held me here
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 12:01 AM UTC
Content the ponderous architect who smiles
Imagination had more motivations then him
The strings moving life within veins of digress
Each pouring through the dregs of consciousness
The darkness of warmth - I found it still
Moving within were small efforts of living
Like a womb, its safety swallowed me
Trapped without panic - the comfort somehow simmering
Inside were wondrous things and many dreams
where their outside never lived and deceived
In this place of ideas, they all stood with me
Those glorious visions who never find escape
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
River of mind - can't think, can't hear
Don't know why, why it's there...
Am I cursed, am I hollow?
Or are you, just as shallow? (just my shadow?)
I can see, I was wrong
And the change, felt near my side
The mirror inside my mind, the window I hide behind
Lurking near my side, a friend of many tears
And through all these scars, these were truthful years
But deep inside of me, I fear this shadow
River of mind, your repeating tones
Such varied colors, expressing lies
Are you certain, you're hurting?
Or are you, just a shadow?
You seem to care, of what I fear
what has happened ~ to this river of mine?
The demons I've swallowed, I taste their filth inside
All the sins I follow ~ like an animal
Lurking near my side, a friend of many years
Through all these scars, these were truthful fears
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 8:32 AM UTC
Save me, hold me
Please - don't, let me down...
Form me, from me
Alone - this shape of a crow
land me, send me
Soar me, hands turn to wings
See me, near me
Send me - close to the sun
I am the sun, burn these feathers
Where these bones, are all I have left
My life of stars, will now begin
And all the ashes, will rain down ~
Falling down – the earth and the moon
Born again – an ash layered crown
Still breath - beneath the wheat (a short breeze)
Fly away – a flight in the oak
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 7:39 PM UTC
Cast the ocean, a vague sentience
Depths unspoiled reign of limbs
Stir these waters, life's base element
collapse to abyss, this cold, cold weight
in absence of unity, currents dark caress
No light, no thoughts, with such purity
Death is feared by all, by all who live
those who live would say, death is an end
Cast the ocean, a vague sentience
Depths unspoiled reign of limbs
Here they wallow in filth, the dust of their flesh
moving in fettered visions, before a rusted sea
A well of endless waking, this eyeless massive ocean
clustered flesh to flesh, the layers in layers
Death is feared by all, by all who live
those who live would say, death is an end
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 9:24 AM UTC
***** and buried with these ants
Roaming undiscouraged
this disposition, a plague, an echo
each with purpose, a natural suspect
Dreams of finding, endless perfection
realm devoid, existence
you cast away this boar, like torrents
Stones amidst, broken purity
A hopeless, endeavor, this suffering
Pain is nothing more, than living
Tear away this flesh, the visceral
This naked animal, once, innocent
Lost amongst, scattered memories
Just a blank page, void of allegory
Trampled visions, reaching cautiously
Vague and dying creature, this reflection
Lost amongst, scattered memories
Just a blank page, void of allegory
Trampled visions, reaching cautiously
Vague and dying creature, this reflection
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 10:00 AM UTC