As these forlorn cadences await- unfold
To compose a disbanded vow
Yielding unto harrows of gates untold
Charms death to disdainful plow

Death is plowed to a forgiving halt
While silver moonlight and whiskey dances remain
Glittering gold in this crimson vault-
Feeble souls conjure grace as graceless minds abstain

Counterfeit conceits ravish this open cellar
As the night’s last dance ceases to a disgraceful plea
The dweller’s disdain is akin to my killer
And heaven yields blood to salt the earth for thee

Come away now with your anguishing defeats
Seek not a jagged spike as the heaven’s conspire and wake
Glory and gold may turn us black as deceit
But deception admonishes the dancers in their quake

Spellbound nuances of this reality await at every turn
Mourning and fighting the finality of this grave
Orchestrated knives are rosined like honey, beckoning our blood to burn
At last, a burning reckoning comes to ravage the brave

But refrain, oh killer- host of this crimson vault
Enlist a memoir for our sins
Recalling the pieties of our gracious faults,
Enough to make this blood go thin.

I am only an ocean, a great rage and the ever-sinking sea
Lamenting every marred sailor forged in the waters of Galilee

No more shall sailors mourn a forgotten plea:
A ransom for hell, where devils run free

Forgive and forget
But never forget my eyes
The rage you lament
Remains lost to solemn lies

You are only now, only here, and solemnly mine,
For what is brimstone but ash beneath the dying brine?

You are my sword, my heart and my final lament and plea
Forget not my mind lost to hell’s every subtlety

There is only rage that awaits among this sea
Forever pining for a ransomed eternity.

These feral thoughts lay scattered
And lay waste to an endangered mind
It seems thorns only mattered
When they were blooming and I was blind

As I’ve seen, dreams are a virtue
While reality is a cross-
The former nails the good and true
While the latter is a mere loss

These virtuous thorns plague me
When I go lay the cross to rest
While these thorns pillage kindly
And seek a curse to heal the blessed

If dreams are ash, then a soul is fire
Onward still! We will burn before the dark
As thoughts are a haze and minds are liars
Yet, burning thorns always carry a spark.

Indebted shadows prey on a prayer
They drink up their glories and sins,
While contending for souls so rare
And endow nails upon my skin:

Clever born,
Hearty,
And silver to the bone.
Nevermore,
Sadly,
Now mutely grey in tone.

“Awake!
Arise!
Win our war in Rome!”
They break,
They lie,
And never came home.

Forget
Please never,
This threat
I sever,
Regret?
Too clever
to lie.

Faulty sins hoist a ****** banner
While goodness is only a trend,
And foes are convenient in manner
Convenience: a conclusive friend.

Too clever to lie
What a convenience am I
Am I: your conclusive friend;
Answer as to why
You raise the stakes high
When you have no soul to lend?

“I am a shallow presence among a sinking sea
Harboring every sailor sent from Galilee

The captives roar from the depths of those caverns
Sorrows known only in the devils tavern

That night, I was abruptly stolen from this dream
As my nightmares danced and my soul began to gleam-

I feared every shadow that lays beyond this realm
For at the gates of reality, shadows are at the helm.

-But love is as transcendental
As death does plow
As much as the thorn is gentle
Upon my brow

Timely tales unravel my gaze
From your splintered skies
As you remain stagnate through this haze
Living solemn lies

No correlation remains
But only what you observe
Sinking seas and pillaged plains
Bound to your every nerve

Does the sea question the celestial?
Or the heavens question the stars?
As a rich man knows he is *******?
Or as the slave counts his own scars?

I assure you, I am as unchanging
As your solemn lies
As the sinking seas are forever raging
Oh child, you will rise.”

A crippling rage may endure
At the faintest hour still:
A cancer to ease the cure
May yield to a kinder ****

To yield to deception
Only forges a sword in water
And lies by exception
To all of the martyrs who faltered.