Look at you with your smile
that illuminates life.
Thank you for this rampant
addiction.
Dancing in my mind's eye
singing that sweet old song,
and stopping my sad old
loneliness.
I look to you and see
the stars, or the ones that
bring me joy, and weave great
romance.

Allow me the pleasure of my demise.
Lethargic release is all that we seek.
Leaking down upon our infantile mind.

Isometric viewpoints of a hanging.

Never before, and never again, we'll
eventually fade into the dusk.
Even my stories shall soon find grave.
Death is a shadow, looming in our space.

Illogical proof that it's all for naught
Sign point towards these truths we hold.

Yet I continue to appreciate
Our innocent moments of reserved,
Unbeknownst feelings of adoration.

Maybe he really was just a hipster,
but man look into that dream filled sky.
We all know how the story ends,
with a shovel in the ground.
But he sees the middle.
This tale's rise and fall.
Quite intriguing.
That he can
really
see.

There are bedbugs in my head
And they are singin your song.
I don't know if we're dead
So for now I'll sing along.

A large headed being sat and he did stare,
looking over my shoulder, looking at your lair.
In the void he sat, and on its rim you perched
looking upon that old monolith, larger than the earth.

He looked and said:
"Allow now that perchance your spirit
will not allow you to end my life.
Look downward upon my spiral
and scream out whatever your strife."

With a rage-filled yelp you leaped onto his stone head
crying you struck again and again until
as the soot settled the creature was dead,
and you found the peace within.

Layne is cool
Awfully sweet
Yes, a jewel
No more deceit
Even god knows

Radical girl
Under that brain
Divulged a pearl
And curing pain.

I think she's smart
She makes great art.

Can I speak more?
Or am I done?
Oh I feel poor
Layne is fun.

Duh, she's the queen
Under a crown
Dressed so pristine
Envious gown.

So a bat looked at its fruit
and realized it tasted sour.
He flew up to the sky and
hurried through all of the land
this taste he knew he must scour,
many forests he did loot.

First he looked to the sunset
thinking he'd find relief there.
So he journeyed to the west.
thinking "the sun knows what's best"
as he flew his gut grew bare
but he could not give up yet.

Arriving to the set sun
Our hero was out of breath.
He looked up to the wise star
and asked "please, I've traveled far,
I need sweets, or bring me death"
The sun grinned "but I have none"

Sadly the bat flew away,
wondering where to next search.
when yonder he saw the moon.
So, hoping to get there soon
he gave his wins a great lurch.
thinking just what he would say.

"Hello good moon, sweets I seek"
He replied "alas, I've none"
crestfallen the bat grew sad.
"I suppose I can't be mad".
For madness was no great fun.
It made his heart and soul reek.

At home he found his sour fruit.
In the end, that was okay.

A bad man stared me in the eye with a punctured gaze.
Oh god whatever shall I do?
Oh god whatever shall I say?
Mother wished me a happy birthday.
Father wished me good luck in my journey.
Brother sisters please just utter my name.
My wife, my beautiful wife, will we ever be the same?

I don't want to take that bullet.
I don't want to fry my brain.
I don't want to sing the chorus.
I don't want to be so lame.

You were a nauseating complication
that had nothing to do
with the pain that I do now feel.
Your inconsistent
consistency
brings me down.

The cowl that you wear among that filthy hair
brings a halfhearted laugh
with the frown that I do now wear.
Your inconsistent
consistency
brings me down.

Amid the rope that you continue to jump
sits the lonely and lost
with the flowers we do now hold.
Your inconsistent
consistency
brings me down.

There is no room for God in the machine.
Between the gears greased with the blood and regrets.
A tick tock of grinding, copper and gold.
At the base the china doll rests in soot
a tear running down its porcelain cheek.
On and on, a circus of industry.
Colorblind of all but the greys and red.
A huddle of birds in the rafters pray
that perhaps they'll escape this hell one day.

Though a mother goose may lay a dun egg,
All you do, and all you are is the sun.
Rise now, continue your art, I do beg.
A trophy of grandeur, you are the one.

Touch another heart, you have seen this love.
Reach under the grove and pick the fresh grapes.
Ascending further, your grace unyielding
can even outlast the graceful young dove.
You are the angel, art you are wielding

Yes, the others may look to the south sea,
Onto which they dream only of the north.
Unto you, true artist, your beauty's free.

Although it may seem I write this in fear,
Reviewing each statement, meter by line.
Earth has once said, you reach beyond your years.

At the close of this poem we do reach.
Man amongst man swallowed by your beauty,
and the ends of these rhymes holds much cruelty.
Zealots reach up, and begin their sweet preach.
I realize now that it is far too late.
Not I, nor he, nor she can end this pain.
Go to your love, embrace him, run to fate.

Thoughts of elderberry rest on his lips.
The poison dripping softly down the chin.
A gasp for air, one final love's eclipse.
Abruptly, the devils rise from within.

Clenching at the mottled Juniper Tree.
Their eyes glint of gold, their teeth gnash the bones.
His violet stained brow grows wild and free.
Frenzy takes hold and they throw the first stones.

A jam forms of berries, blood, and bruises.
Their echoed cackles buried in the sand.
Tear-stained ink blots, his soul he abuses.
Only then shall he find his helping hand.

A beginning's end as abrupt as rain.
A tale we shall tell again and again.

No, I do not hate Hermione Granger.
The love of my love just brings a sharp ache.
I wept for the loss in my teen-aged brain.
How I wish I'd lived to grow past this pain.

Alas I'm gone, in a sweep of the claws.
My legacy no more than a forgotten flame.
I had so much to offer, so much to give
but I suppose not all tales end in a grin.

Candlelight douses the dust in amber.
Wallpaper peeling, gathered at your feet.
In your left hand rests a picture of her.
In your right, your cowardly retreat.

Hemp fibers laced gently around your arm.
Cautiously you unwind this man-made snake.
Tossed to a beam in this forgotten farm,
you've found the home of your final mistake.

Stepping on stage, the warmth ensnares your neck.
Tied taut, the noose calls you as an old friend.
You cry now, lost within this dreary wreck.
You pray to dead gods. You have found the end.

Your feet meet air. With a gasp you are gone.
A life wasted, another soul withdrawn.

Hello little Jack staring at the wall,
wandering amongst dustmites as they fall.

Hello little Janie jumping downstream,
waiting for mother's panic-stricken scream.

Children of days and nights and days again,
dance in the sunlight my sweet minutemen.

Enjoy the color before she's swept grey.
Oh my darling please just live for today.

Because there's no way that this can go on
before the cogs entrap you in their con

Once upon a time
it was we not I.
Love spelt out in rhyme,
and then it did die.

You love him, not me
and that's okay you
ignore my heart's plea
I bid life adieu.

This benevolence
is penultimate
is my dependence
of the intimate

This poem is done
as you are with me
life has no more fun
now I'll leave you be.

I don't remember your sapphire eyes,
or the teasing trace of a grin procured
from my stupid pun that "gave you cancer."

When your forgotten face uttered those words
I thought it was a lie, our inside joke.
Little did I know that heart-wrenching truth.

I don't remember the way your chest rose
whenever I uttered your name in bed,
or the silken touch of your hand in mine.

Your words are just etches, shattered by time.
A single blink and you were gone, replaced
by someone, my love, and my life.

I don't remember the feelings I felt
nor the uplifting leap of my bowels
when you said I was yours, and you were mine.

Look at that bird so sweet and free
always listening, and singing.
Yesterday morn she sat by me.
Naught but love and peace she's bringing,
Even now, delight's new meaning.

In isolation's bitter cage
She presented herself to god.
Caught between a rock and the wind
Underneath bitter love she's pinned.
'Til we march where satan trods,
everything will be done, I've sinned.

The wane and ebb of the wave within my brain,
A pain ever-glowing, flowing within
Why can't I sing any longer?
Why won't these thoughts remain insane?

I bid good night to the spider,
it's been a wonderful life.
But now this too must end,
as my heart is numbed by iron.

I know you think this anonymous pain

Let itself go; eons have passed.
On your throne still sits my resolve,
vying for your sweet affection.
Except we both know this tale's ends.

Yet here I stand by your window,
on the patio steps I weep.
Until maybe your love I keep.

I look to my Luna, my sun and stars.
My one remaining joy, life's true passion.
At times I see Pandora in her smile,
and in those moments the haze fades away.

Some might say my mind is a bit ajar,
A traitorous fanatic lost in sin.
This is fine, let them ramble, meanwhile
by Luna's side I'll live another day.

Bathe away your aches in the morning dew.
Breathe the fresh sunrise air and start anew.
Mark down the idly passed moments and stir.
Blink your eyes, reduce the pain to a blur.

Those moments foreign, damp within your mind.
The grace of the wicked night may remind.
But always, always the rose sprouts anew.
Always, always, your heart knows what to do.

Upon the eve of my demise I was so enchanted
that I could not quite surmise what my mind spied.
Moments later I grew surprised as I realized it was you
My darling, my dear, my sweet. I know you, though you may deny
the old sorrow by which we cried. Upon this play you've cast,
upon my life our souls intertwined.  and eventually your breath too.

A poem of love, or so I am told, is the greatest cure for this willow.
A moment of sorrow, or so I am told, is the medicine I do seek.
A lifetime of regret, I require to ****, as I weep into this pillow.
A hand of warmth, is all I asked, as my spirit begins to grow meek.

I hear the voice of God in your whisper
Pickpocketed remorse hastily disguised
By the veil of childlike, painted glee.
Beyond this moment I truly could die.

So I think of the stars like my ultimate scar
For they remind me of you and your pleasure.

No matter how I yearn, I won't go far.
For you,  you are an  infinite treasure.

In this web of words your eyes still shine.
From this cliff and to the seaside.

Wilted and weary,  I reach for my wine
And I know that my dear, I rest alone this
Time.

Oh not of this earthly hallows bring
about his sin, he is only ****
after all if not death, perhaps love.

This spiritual sense takes a hit
as the hunter sights a turtle dove,
or the rust of an old widow's ring.

His affection is only mocking
where my lust and love had one time sit
he is but a hand without it's glove.

Candlelight and wax coated angel eyes.
Shadows dancing to an unspoken rhyme.
He whispers her name with velveteen sighs.
They clutch this moment forgotten in time.

Oh glory! Oh rose-tinted winter bliss.
How is it you fill a room with your grace?
Rest upon her cheek lies a snowflake's kiss.
Its warm trail leaving sparkles in her face.

Make peace and know, everything is okay.

Do not worry Doctor.
I have seen the machine.
I know what lies in wait.

Oh Lord may I be saved.
Our grace shall come in vain.
Alas, she must be slain.
Perhaps, she'll live again.

Looking at those lantern eyes,
surrounded by charcoal masks.
With your tale you do defy.
Catching you's no easy task.


Kiss the shotgun with your lips
Enough now, you are no more.
The moon has reached its eclipse
and your life I do abhor.

I beg you not to forget the

moment we entered the classroom
inspecting our surroundings with
shy apprehension and a slight
stare into our machinations.

Yesterday we crossed pinkies and
our friendship knew no boundaries,
until I once again killed you.

Oh, what I wouldn't give
to hear your whisper
offer even one more lie.

Which one of you will remember her name?
Will your minds recall by the fireside?
Will you press her softly against your lips?

Leave your secrets buried in the soil.
Let your glowing embers forever burn
Learn the lesson conjured by the old men.

Truthfully, nobody will get it right.
Yet tell yourself, "still now we have to try."

We bid farewell to you.

So she says that I am
enchanting.
Maybe I'm just a fool
surrounding
you, wasting precious air.
This is called
Bipolarity dear.

Breathe in the solitary fumes
of a million generations.
Man shall strike them down,
breaking into war spells our doom.

Even the animals
verify this existence.
Earth is just the husk
rejected by our sins.
Yet we continue down
Onward into our spiral,
neither here nor there we
even hate our mothers.

I like to think I'm bright sometimes,
mindlessly warbling my words.
Dropping subtle reference to
the allegory of the cave,
the 101 of a white guy.

I have a confession to make.
I'm a liar, a ****** fool.
There is nothing academic
in my bones, just spit and hot air.
Perhaps once these words had meaning,
but for now it's merely static.

A harsh grey sheeted the others
as that sweet siren stole the show.
With an entrance that chilled the bone
and uplifted our pensive flow.
Our desires rested on hers.

A flash, and pleasant patch of pink
arose beneath her rosy thigh.
The sins we seek of her alone,
with this sweet and succulent sigh,
but alas we only can think...

No, dream of that wavering breath
and delicacy of her chest.
These feelings are finally sown.
Yet, even though we try our best,
this poem ends with only death.

A city street in the afternoon
is where this story will start soon.

Amongst the faceless men in suits
moving fervently in their commute

an infant sprout of green we meet
nestled in a crevice of concrete.

A hopeless struggle, or so it seemed,
this tiny little pointless ****.

But there it stood, and it stood proud,
And the sun it soaked, nary a cloud.

It grew so tall, its leaves unfurled,
Around its stem a little vine curled.

Then one day I spied a miracle,
A birth greater than any biblical.

A flower with petals so pink
that those suited men stopped for a peek

And here I arrived at this little sight,
I found not just beauty, but a fight.

So here I write, I write for you,
I hope you win with your fight too.

Slowly the shadow approaches the Glen.
Wrapping lilies in its arthritic hands.
A hush falling upon those in his wake.

Frost encrusts the grass lost beneath your feet.
A songbird falls from the sky, lost in ash.
The sun is silent, and all time stands still.

The scene fades into shadowed nothingness.
The night is calm, the day is cold. Alas.

Who knows what it means
to be you or me.
Feast upon the geyser
that rests on Lucifer's chin.

And it imprinted in your skin,
the facts that ceased to be.
Across the bed, it went wild-
a balloon with one too many pins.

It crawled through our clothes,
quite bitter was this snake,
you called this thing love,
but we knew it was fake.

Another bite, another tug
a shout and a moan,
screaming air into your lungs;
It was all over, no more...

but remember this, and I will too
the moments may fade,
and your name grow dim,
but our debts aren't forgiven
and I still live in sin.

I know that I can't make it up to you.
Maybe it's true, we'll never talk again.

So if that's so I shall bid thee adieu.
On the top of the world we knew such bliss.
ruined because I killed it for a kiss.
Regrets always stream consistently through.
You were everything I did, and I do.

Let's say you hate me.
I don't think so, you love me.
Zip up your heart dear.

There once was a cage
pierced by the heavens
and plagued by the moon.

I saw you break out.
I cried, and you fled
into the river.

Tumultuous tunes
sang for your splendor
my candid princess.

I heard the gods' moan.
I saw man's revolt.
I tasted freedom.

And then I realized.
The stars remain high,
the story is told,

and I always die.