silencio...
surrounded by her surroundings,
a broaden plane covers the
terrain,
beneath her feet;

a soundless voice hovers
over her,
filling the void
within her
chest;

deserted, blistered and chapped;
surfacing,
from her once tender lips
surface,
her essence made manifest;

embodied in colour,
her crimson pedals,
tip over and tobble like drippleting pebbles,
i ever, study and attempt to endeavor,

her infamous mystery,
that melodious...
symphony,

she whispers
a soft cry,

burrowed in silencio,
she vowed never to let it go; her melody,
dispensed quite gently,
floating along
stream,

accidentally,
it broke out of,
her heart beat's sonata

Something about that art
That flows from the end
Of your pen
Words that flow
Like electric ink
Through a water fountain
Of pain and misery
It's like ecstasy
That you can breathe
It's an air of mystery
You conceal
Within your walls of doom
That you've built
Around your heart
Covered it with scars
Battle wounds that reflect
The quarrel of lost loves
And admitted defeat
Your words truly speak
On paper with a voice
That's hard to define
It's up to you to decide
How you continue your life
Will just keep writing?
Or will you actually start fighting?

The sun is rising
I am dying
It's fateful
This role I play
But to live
And love
Just one more day
Like a dream
I've found the way
To live and to love
Without any fear
I hear my heart
At last
Its calling to me
Hurts from the past
Pains of the scare
Having a blast
Without any care
A future
A life
A wondrous love
Looking back to the past
My choices never last
But it's a change
I've found in me
Finally to be
In love and life
Anticipating
What was meant to be
You'll see
My heart belongs
To the everlasting mystery

slow the wind dost blow,
a sadder light hath the morrow
brought for me;

colour of crimson fire breeches
over the expanse,
a boiling sphere;
the embodiment of wrath,

beauteous is her sky,
as the lips of the days light
kiss the darkened lips of night;

cold, forgotten is her cornerstone;
the reflection of her soul,
rested upon the heavens, it sits,

              Solar Flares

                      &

             Moon Beams

Oh, this forbidden love, I dare to breath in!

bristles tender bristles,
birth a soft touch beneath my fingers,
like that of a fine silk brush,

driven to a blissful land,
walking upon this field of grass so simple, it driveth the painter mad,

t's the break of dawn
which begets the fall of night,
this equilibrium stop; its twilight,

the moment draws ever nigh,
whence the heart of Colour shall rest within the Soul of her reflection
once more...

Tis but a dream I scream I scream
My body weak and weary

I lay in bed with throbbing head
And thoughts dark and dreary

I sing the song, What's wrong? What's wrong?
Am I left forgotten?

This be said, face turn red
Stomach spoiled and rotten

Demons spawn, be gone, be gone
As they take my breath

Be pearly gate or hell as fate
I've come to my death

Once Upon a time,
There was this place.
Where the sweet wind chimed,
streets were lined in lace.

Sanguine stages of debauchery
Roads paved in red corpses.
The people made into a mockery,
Rages mirrored by humanoid torches.

Death and I are good friends.
We agreed their last breath
Was the very beginning
Of merciless; eternal unrest.

To their feet bare in poverty
eyes grew cold without hope.
Their teeth bared in harmony,
They feasted on throats.

Grins ripped and stretched,
Icy blood in their veins.
Skin slick and wretched,
Sickness within their brains.

Spines distorted and split,
Wings from their back formed.
Flames erected from their spit,
Their foreheads became horned.

Clothing ripped from the mob
As they sold their souls.
Policemen slaughtered like the festival hog
Hearts gaping like bottomless wholes.

The streets aflame in anger and pain,
Open graves decorated the local homes.
With nothing to gain,
Nothing left to as atone,

The demons wept,
Ruby tears lined their cheeks.
Hate was swept,
They sat alone for weeks.

Winter thrashes this town we observe,
Forms still as stone.
A life none of them deserve,
The church bell rings a tone.

They remained like that forever,
From sad spring, to summer, and fall.
Nothing left to sever
Them from the walls.

These are they;
Gargoyles in the rafters.
We cannot say,
"They lived happily ever after. "



Carpe Diem.

Darkness Emits from one.
         His pyramid Blocks the sun.
            
            Built on souls of light,
Now drowned in his artificial night.

         A vision quest to save you,
   For your dreams are not yet true.

     Clowns cry before a broken mirror,
     For who They were fades each year.

        Bodies line the streets at dusk,
           Choked out by money lust.

     The banks hold the seat of power,
      As I hold to them my tarot card:

                      The Tower.