There was a time I dreamt
As most people do
That the moon and the stars could be ours
But time passes, just as dreams are forgotten
Revealing the darkness I burrowed in my heart
No moon
Nor stars could ever be mine
Gifts of nature so distant
The river that cleanses
Erodes my once esteemed castle
The dam I built to stop its flow
Broke in the storms
My passions, and desires float away
Down the stream

I no longer dream
I gave them up for reality
That maybe nothing would ever be mine
O world of dreams
How I long to have you back

How do you know when something has died?
When the breath stops?
When the blood stays still?
When the heart shatters in two?
Is this death?
It lingers constantly
Like I'm constantly sinking
The weights will not be removed
Please let me be
The stench burns my eyes
It makes my throat lock up
Tears that won't flow
I'm forgotten again
And I did it to myself.

Dissolve me
With a soft kiss
On these hardened lips
That have been betrayed time and time

Return me
To a place without time
That I cannot reach
No matter how hard I try

I’ve dreamt of you
Nights on end
Of that day where you and I will meet again
No sorrow, no pain, where we will be taken away
To the ends of the earth

May we live and die with each other
Alone
Forgotten
Profound

I had a dream, that you laid still
As I wrapped your naked flesh
In elegant red silk

The color of my desire
Plastered onto you
Like the exalted paintings
Of the Sistine Chapel

Goddess of love
I call your name
Eros!
And carve your name into my flesh

Intoxicated by your body
I can't abide my thirst
I rest in the caress of your destructive flesh
Gone forever

Now I linger
In decrepit brothels
Searching for you, Eros
But poor beggars and cheap swill await
I find myself, chocking on their perfume

I'll dream of you
Imagining a lucid night
Sinking into your flesh
The canals of glorious Venice
Magnanimous beauty
I'm your hostage

My heart speaks a language
Unknown even to me
I listen for answers
But nothing is clear
The language of silence
Can only bring tears
But I knew it from the start
The power of resolve

I measure my worth,
By what I have accumulated,
Which really isn't much:
A diseased liver,
A book of poetry,
And a broken heart.
I am what I said I was:
Which really isn't much

The page has been written
Not by my hands
My hands seek something else
They seek something to rip out
To burn
And watch as the words are engulfed in flames,
But there is nothing:
No Flame,
No Will,
No strength.
I am alive, I guess
And for now,
The wind does not sing:
It cries,
My heart dies
A little more inside
An elegy of the flesh
As nature itself, forsakes my presence
It is written
And that's that.
Truer than anything I have known.
She is gone

And so am I.

I thank you,
My cold sweet lover.
That you left me in the damp, dark, frigid night.
So on my own, I could learn
The grief of stones.
That solemnly watch,
The world change above them.
And in the end, are gathered in each of your lovely hands,
To be crushed and ground,
Made into the bricks that buttress,
Your humble abode.

Tell me,
Are you listening to these words?
They fell from my mouth.
Raindrops, scattering silence.
Through wisps of faint crackling,
The embers now ash. Before the throne of God
I called you Saviour
I called you Goddess
I called you Life Itself!
And now... Look!
I'm falling from reality,
Into a fictional anguish.
So listen, Please... Listen!
I do not hate, the way you impassioned my grasp.
I cannot be anything else,
But a light, flickering into dark skies.
I am you, or the part of you
That you cannot love, but do...

There is beauty in the End;
Beauty in a conglomerate of
Failed fairy tales we
Once thought would make up
Our life's happy trails.
Virtue hangs purposefully
On quivering lips
and racing heartbeats
that foretells a demise-
There's MEANING in the End.
Wipe your tears.
Dry your eyes.
These are means to every End.
So enjoy that Last Kiss
and mourn not the story that it concludes
But await the one that it begins.
For like I said,
There is Beauty in the End