Day hums his favourite tune
An octave of perfect rhyme
Oh but closely do listen
A cacophony of azures
Or even a shade of white
Or black
Like a fringe of lace on a firm shore, although cold
Like a blaring orb, glaring
Yet ignored
And yet burning into souls

Oh but around do look
Whites and blacks have greys too.

I wrote a poem once
A harbinger of my arrival
Soil drowned in ink
I watched it gasp for brearh
Soil drowned in blood
A harbinger of my departure
I wrote a poem once.

among the skies a streak of light

a blade of snow, a flake of grass

a shard of glass in my breath

a shard of glass in my breath

and her pair of placid lips

her gentle eyelids, locked in embrace

let her go, but i must

let her go, i must

my lips i lay against hers

blowing in a wisp of breath

a shard of glass in my breath

a shard of glass in my breath

and as her eyelids haggardly delay

where Moonlight shyly kisses waters

my love alone, i placed

in the safest haven i know

let her go, but i have

let her go, i have

love, we shall meet

i whisper to her soul

i hustle along

my breath a shard of glass



time, it isn’t yet

but i know what is

for us to reunite

stand against but they

against my harmless bias

but alas, i have desires

and from my grieving land

with my love, i elope

they may mourn tomorrow

but why i do not grasp

when they call me creator

and she, my creation.

among the skies, a streak of light

a blade of snow, a flake of grass

a shard of glass in my breath

a shard of glass in my breath

and her pair of placid lips

her gentle eyelids, locked in embrace

let her go, but i must

let her go, i must

my lips i lay against hers

blowing in a wisp of breath

a shard if glass in my breath

a shard of glass in my breath

and as her eyelids haggardly delay

where Moonlight shyly kisses waters

my love alone, i placed

in the safest haven i know

let her go, but i have

let her go, i have

love, we shall meet

i whisper to her soul

i hustle along

my breath a shard of glass



time, it isn’t yet

but i know what is

for us to reunite

stand against but they

against my harmless bias

but alas, i have desires

and from my grieving land

with my love, i elope

they may mourn tomorrow

but why i do not grasp

when they call me creator

and she, my creation.

Oh the devil hath found
                                          Interpreting perverse anomalies
Oh the devil hath found
                                         May you sphacelate you worthless antiquity
Oh the devil hath found
                                You reek of cigarettes and unfrequented deliriums
Oh the devil hath found
                                          What pandemonium!

Oh the devil hath found
                                           An oasis in a wasteland
Oh the devil hath found
                                           A humanoid dichotomy
Oh the devil hath found
                                        A sought after moral wreck
Oh the devil hath found
                                           Love.



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....Que le diable et son amant se chargent........
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april, lilac-breathed
settles like balm
onto freshly broken skin

wounds left by happiness
as she swallowed like a forgotten flower
into the tongue of the night.

moonsets at bedsides
voluptuous bodies
of uninvited clouds
locking skies within their lips.

fields of forgotten flowers.

my, the suffering we endure for the truths we tell and the lies we don't.

As day and night would've wearily thought
Through vanilla hours of sour bright
A glimpse, each time, they catch
Of certain kinds of artistry
Only a minute, they get, to behold
Certain kinds of artistry

The gossipy wind whispers tales
Of Day and Night, the mourning pair
As she lulls the mighty world
And he gently rouses it
And Fate to swab away the flush of their cheeks
But Day and Night, they only live
For that glimpse, at break of dawn

Hang me out to dry
Kind lady of the house
Watch me under golden skies
Smouldering to ashes

Some cheerful fire it shall be
Smiling as it burns
The words will burn
(for that is what I am made of)
It is all I am made of

Your eyes will glimmer
In the blaze
(they may even burn)

So hang me out to dry
Kind lady of the house
But please don't set me to fire

The sky glares at my form
                            beneath
                        ­            the
                                       stars
i let the wind ****** my hair
as he gossips away of his ex lovers, the shrubs
(although i know he loves them more)
if blackness was a song, i wish i could play it
but violins have feelings too

I am the veil of the moon
I am Light
Her darkness I hide in scratches of pen
I slither soundlessly among hives and chirps(aviaries, if you know what I mean)
But the words, oh the words
they will not let me go, they are Loud
Like the roars of a tumultuous ocean
Like the fury of a thunder struck sky
Like the silence of Love and the silence of Death
They are loud

I am the Ballad of the Bat Orchid
I am the Ballad of all things dark
And here I am to stay
Here I am to stray

Sweet lil' sleeping son o’ mine

God’s yellow face will soon rise

Glowing at us in glistening gold

Shooting strands from His fiery eyes



But even then, keep your eyelids closed

For despite his mighty blaze

The morn today is cold and rough

And far far away from his hold



Where you are now, dear child

Is Never land and safe and home

So keep those eyelids shut tight

And forget the world, forget Him…

Light is the only place where dark ceases to be

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the  world

it’s like moonlight

if it goes dark we’d see

pairs of eyes

glaring

dead.

the wind, she mutters

a soliloquy

her words burn

like ice in throat

like tongue

on papercut

fingers dipped

in green

sleep, thou nature’s dearest nurse

take over me

kiss my eyelids kiss my fears

kiss my breath

the wind, she’s cold

moon, like a brooch

smiles

from the breast of heaven

the wind, she mutters a soliloquy

she promises to take me there

with all the rest

of humanity.

To a good day finale

To the reticent night that invades

O’ invader, keep me in thine dreams

O’ invader, envisage my pleas

Toast

To silent shrieks

To amnesiac reminiscence

To living dead

Find me in thine breath

Those ashen fumes

Where I board

And o’ I’ll stay

Among these shards

And cigarette smoke

Keep me in thine dreams

Keep me in thine dreams….

The cold sun spits into the face of Day
His icy hands ***** my ****** soul
Come night, with thine desires, black and clean
Come night, with thine dreams, ruthless and sweet
The cold sun spits into the face of Me

through misty nights and starless skies,

those years by the kitchen sink,

or pancaked mornings, burning bright,

sit we would, over a drink,

over childhood days and childless hearts,

upon tears over us or prettier things,

caught your gaze, once or twice

when Mary chased me over to a scary brink

of what, now, I fail to recall

as I fail to recall many links

remember, when once, on a green afternoon

you lulled in sleep over chicken wings,

and now I lie among roses ******,

for Johns, Coopers and other things

and now we can be forever friends,

and forever lean by kitchen sinks.

The stars are quiet
But sometimes we like to talk
Now and then I shine

Rain laughs mirthlessly
As sun burns his gory smile
A Dreamer will die