Anthony Cornejo

Anthony Cornejo Apr 2021

Are you beast, animalia, or homosapien?
A being descended from the Lord, or mere creation suspended in turmoil known as sin?
Live, you dear being.
Live, for there is no other choice.
You are, and so you shall be, a living paradox of a grandeur design hidden from the designed.
Breathe, for you no other choice.
Die, for you have no other choice.
Parish, for you are the joke of the divine.

Anthony Cornejo Mar 2021

Well

Is it
Sixth sense
Wishful thinking...
or deep scarring
wanting?

But there you are
a spirit in dreams
a tear in the dark.

Anthony Cornejo Feb 2021

2-21

She no longer
has a need for me

Anthony Cornejo Jan 2021

Nothing

I am a creature
Nothing more than a skittish beast hugging the treeline
What I desire
I do not comprehend
Frothing in fury, I beg for pity

Anthony Cornejo Jan 2021

No cause

Heavy handedly
Nail me to the pyre
Marinate, anoint with honey
Hurl your stone
Rotualistly butcher as your deity permits
Exhaustedly await the feasting beasts
Then, and only then, dance amongst embers and cries
Leave a piece behind
Take what the mob offers

Anthony Cornejo Dec 2020

Untitled

Manifesting the cardinal sin
Wielding flaming sword
Adorning thorned
white birch crown
Cindered and stressed
Allow me to proceed, Lord

Anthony Cornejo Dec 2020

I could lose

I was reckless
I was harsh
Destined to fail you

I've lived too long
Far too long
Grown too internally
Leaving no room for god
For sympathy
For understanding
Isolated

I dream
In remembrance
Childhood memories
Trauma and repression

I dream of roses
Endless nights that remain pure
In rising suns that will be forever
On the horizon