If I could express
In the most eloquent way
The need I suppress
To hate you every day

The Simple Alignment
Of pen on paper
A simple consignment
Of words to vapour

My god, the darkness that broils behind this grin
The dark resentment, every present within

But I digress
I smile and whittle away
Accepting the stress
That comes with every day
No matter the anger
That singes me like a lit cigar
No matter the danger
Of that burning to my heart

I smile, grin and bear it so to say
Till one day I snap, and throw it all away
Toss it to the wind, that cold bitter grey
Till its whipping envelops me
Its pressure that of an endless sea
Until the earth connects, and I cease to be
God have mercy, set me free

A biography?
You dare speak the word?
Nothing but iconography
Simply absurd
This is nothing
But an eloquent display
Of petty posturing
Not my forte
So speak your incantations
Your brazen bitter biography
Drizzle it in honey
And paint me a picture
**Of who you would like to be

I swim in a sea of ice
Below frozen waves
Bitter currents entice
Darkness saves
Where silence reigns
Below the surface
Swept up in chains
Light alerts us
To Freedoms cry
It seeks to stray
Into our lonely minds
We fade away
Out of sight
Out of mind
Fading Light
A dying kind

I am Agony
In a broken cup
I am regret
Burning up
I am rage
Seeping through
I am poison
Sinking in
The hollow cracks
Of your broken skin

I am Disease
And I am lust
Infectious will
Do Not Trust

Swim with me to the bottomless depths
Below the surface
Where father time forgets
No rhyme or purpose
No name or sound
Just the waves
To no currents are we bound
Past the graves
Where old ships lie
Silent still
Solitude the ocean's cry
Simply swim
Past the iron shore
Where ashes rest
Memory waits no more
Its steely crest
But forgotten lore
Memory rests
Above the ocean's roar

I take comfort
In the feel of an empty chair
I take pleasure
Knowing that no one is there
I am happy
With the silence that reigns supreme
I enjoy
Living life an empty dream

This is it
My silent sorrow
This is me
Alone yesterday, now and tomorrow
Simply life
A shallow hole, my heart beats hollow
A dying bird
*A ruined swallow

As the lilies weep in wanton air
Does the lion that treads hither spare
Neither thought nor heart or even care
For the broken corpse just lying there

The moon is bright
The stars are heavy
Anchors of light
Holding steady

They breathe with the motion
Of a thousand waves
Little dots in an ocean
Swimming to forgotten graves

When sunlight rises
Over the bold horizon
Their twisted shadows burn
In shallow crisis

Wreathed in fire
Their flames die out
Like candles to a pyre
Or thirst to a drought

Soft satin lashes
On smooth velvet skin
Dark locks crash
Upon shores of honeyed sin

Lilting orbs like stars
Burning flesh away
Gentle strokes so far
Further day by day

Empty whispers gone
I have nothing left to say
Drifting towards the dawn
Purple skies are turning grey

The fires burn deep in the blackened night
Soft hues shifting, everlasting light
Subtle throes of twisted agony
Sweet caresses tell the tale of tragedy
She squirms and moves, hips sliding delicately
A lithe creature from a nightmare, seduces me
A voice like a siren cries into the forbidden night
A world in ecstasy sings to nature’s blight
Wet furtive movements, soft gentle moans
Escaping from the throat, of the angel of Rome

A shrieking Harlot
Bequeaths my ears with sound
Forbidden, so tainted, her breast a shivering mound
I love her, I hate her
Erratic, writhing, torment, agony, upon the ground
Love lost, pleasure found, a world in turmoil
A man drowned

A layer of mud, caked over a hollow can. Rusted tin, a broken man. Kicked on down the crooked road, past the hollow shells that some called homes. Down the peeling yellow lines, past the wind torn soldier pines. White ash replicas of organic times. Broken bones and unanswered crimes. Blood spilled red is caked on brown. A hollow circlet, a corpse's crown. Syanarra and sweet good byes. Black veiled eyes gazing out like dots on dies. Eerie portals, the Devil's spies. Open mouths, silent still but speaking lies

Deceit, my throne
Agony, my crown
Within an ocean of tears, the silent man drowns
Pain so clear, across this grim façade
Life serene, cut so close, by this paper god
This seed of market and stock, supply and demand
The story of capitalism written by greed’s melancholy hand
A story so sad, imbued with regret
Consumerism the tragedy- heresy is debt

She hates me
With a fire so bright it hurts
She hates me
Her mouth curls and twitches in spurts
She watches me
Eyes like anvils, sinking into my soul
She sees me
Betraying all the compassion of a hot coal
She wants me
Dead upon her floor
She needs me
To bleed like others that came before

The sky is a sea of ashes
An enigma of flame
Red orange light clashes
With the blackness in its frame

The air is brittle, its essence is dry
Like the smoke off a fire
Whose embers are about to die

Life is tragic, as death is grim
The finer points of morality, all paths lead to sin
Life is fire, hot and bright
Death is brighter, for darkness eats light

Soft as silver and just as bright,
the waters glowed briefly but brightly in the night
A lone child sat by the river,
body pressed still, barely suppressing a shiver.
Clothing too thin on a body too frail,
cold winds and winter tidings turned his skin ghastly pale.
The waters flew gently on a bird's hidden wing
- flying downstream as moonlight off the surface would sing.
Silent and unbidden save for the gentle flow of the spring,
The dark forest a mystery, foreshadowing a tomb.
The lily still, was the only thing left in bloom.
Amid a forest of bare trees and darkness, it stood a lone sentinel against the gloom
Delicately nestled in a thicket of thorns.
It stood alone against winter's arsenal of storms.