Let there be no dawn
And I’ll think until the end
Let there be no doubt
My thoughts will never win
Let the dead bury their dead
And I’ll be stunned by their might
Let The Sum of things be even
And I’ll be haunted by the sight
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
To believe is to know you can smash
anything written in stone.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
As death's ethereal paws will likely tear me from t-shirt and jeans,
so will my pen's emptied vessel fall an artificial corpse somewhere out in time & space.
So now that I've gotten my 'meditations on mortality' out of the way,
I can get over myself,
and get on with what's most important above all things:
making something out of nothing
& nothing's exactly as you think it is,
exactly the beast that renders ego stupidity,
stupidity artistry,
that means exactly what it says,
& what else is there to say?
a lot
evermore this pen runs out of ink,
the coughing patient's last regurgitation,
knowing well its ancient blood's heritage for generations,
& still I am not finished...
i o u one day, girl
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
He had a most profound hairdo after blowing out his brains,
his rose-head thoughtless, raw, red, dreams sent out to space.
It was a frenzied brain,
of memories of flesh and fury,
of gorgeous colors of the past,
some of happiness,
some of horror,
of somber comforts that would'nt last,
for the good of the man
who blew his brains out
in a van.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
You shouldn't know me and I shouldn't let you,
my burden's cigarette reminds me all the time,
my burden wasting time to dress myself,
my burden stuffing my face,
my burden to simply show myself,
my burden to know,
my burden to know perhaps too much,
my burden to love,
my burden to hate,
my burden to wake,
only to ask myself again and again,
why do I even bother?
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
not of the distance behind us,
not of this day anymore,
the streets rumble and squeal,
echoing in the cemetery silhouettes,
our feet crunching through the mulch
as our hands inch closer and closer
and our urges grow more devious
farther from the city we get,
to some beyond they don't know exists,
as night falls, we're not of this time anymore,
seeking the remains of Luna French,
to whom Death came like a grinning buffoon,
her body spread everywhere, they said,
a tale we would never know to be true or not,
as the night latched our limbs together
and into each other we went,
not of this world anymore.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
these thoughts sit next to me, soaking in formaldehyde,
as dawn shines blue through the curtains,
illuminating the jar.
these dreams drain in morbid fibers,
shrinking in a vase, glowing weird orange
in the morning blaze.
this dragon's eyes are insane orbs,
its belly is sliced, leaking, quenching
my thirst.
this dissonance
is played on my spinal cord
by a sickly muse.
this nowhere opens my expanse.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
If I morphed into a gruesome thing tonight,
I would move you lovely in my sight,
and change the way you see, forever.
If my heart was black and head too spotted,
I would burn this ******* town down
and love its blazing beauty in the sky.
If I was the last man on earth,
my mind would leap from out of my skull
and the world would be my dreamland, and earth, never again.
If I was a billion light years, I would be,
but not you nor they believed in me,
so now I must make myself real.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
Lying lazily in the venus chamber rose-tinted and arabian damp,
the rifle rests nearby, and twilight the color of corpses glows in the blinds.
Beyond, chimeras velvet mechanical gnaw and bud,
spilling out babes crazed and crucifixion stained.
And I know I was spilled with them,
with my back scarred with phantoms of missing wings.
But just like my seeds are boiling in her tatooed altar,
my plot is defining itself.
With my lungs rendered sore by the milky smoke exhaled
and lingering like ghosts of melancholy, the chamber fades to black.
Then my skull begins turning with the planet's core,
and into the alien forest I go, hunting for another kiss.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
Gazing toward Utopia
she danced the night before the mildewed morning
with glassy eyes dazed
half-sleeping with folded arms
she gazed out toward tomorrow
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC