Do you bleed
from the paper cut
the cut from the tree you defile
to so worship your paper
do you choke
on the fumes
the fumes you expel
when you speak your vile intentions
do you drown
in the water
the water you taint
to promote your heinous acts
do you die
live to die
is it worth it
is it worth the graves trodden upon
if you so believe in the afterlife
will I see you there
or will it be in Hell
where the whip I will at last hold
and then you will realize what it is to plead to no avail

Shielding the devil
whilst angels fall in decay
herding sheep to certain peril
with haste, to no delay

how many voices would it take then o' vile serpent
leading the world to Hell
one giant machine full of robots?
nay human life you so oppress
viewed as migrant pigeons scouring the wasteland for bread crumbs
well murderous fiend, you sir
starved wolves do turn
the ones with knowledge of your sacrilege
they do devour
I pray to be the pack leader one day
I pray

dawn had broken
'twas still dark
to me the night hath spoken
"toward the light doth not embark"
'twill consume thee
lest ye run back to mine arms
ne'er again to flee
ne'er again to feel harm

stay with me
do not leave

whispered the night

Unto another galaxy
fractal
weaving a space-time continuum
black holes that never meet
yet always consume
forever alone
lost in the vacuum of Hell
where time meets time
and the end never ends

was it not then a wish
claws within my cerebral cortex
elongate, penetrate, let loose
let go of all that is that
and then
never again to whisper inane whims
going, going, gone
what was it then?
a short Autumn day
a long Winters night

*a midsummer night's dream
it was all a dream
isn't it always?

I too have been brainwashed
by the sweet perfume of flower fields
the rippling whispers upon a serene lake
the jagged mountain cliffs
the smell of untainted desert air
by the purest drinking water
brainwashed not by the power of money
which has ***** such beauty
stealing it away into corrupt corporate pockets
padding your silk lined suits
brainwash yourselves for your own travesties
line your own coffin and gravestones
yet you shall not touch mine
for I wish to die not in your elephant graveyard
of smoke and annihilation
but within my own promise land
that is my planet untouched
by your mark of death, greed and obscenities

His smile was too warm upon her lips of ice
she hid behind his summertime facade
whilst basking in her own wintry demise
it was said she gave him butterflies of love
rest assured she was rife with maggots
he fell in love with a glacial corpse
smooth as glass, he slipped from the edge
blistering her rigid edges, he was too hot...
she was too cold, a mountain made of stone
frozen to the bone, The Queen of Never Ending Winter

*and he ran, never to look back

Green eyes of envy
blue eyes of desire
hazel eyes of fury
and brown eyes of deceit
violence within a heart amplified
fool me sly serpent
mine eyes shine the same golden hues as you
an angry mixture of your poison fangs
that so stealthily found their way to my iris
thus creating what you breathe now
a toxic creation

The Earth cried that day
the day her mother fell to slumber
ne'er again to wake
one resounding crash, boughs intertwined in perfect array
her colors fading, losing their deep hues of umber
the world over shuddered with such a quake
for the fairies had forgotten their way

*Dance for the trees and not the tithes
thus fell our Mother
The Tree of Life

raindrops wash his tears as the fiddler plays
his jet black locks caress his cheek, slowly shifting grey
he has sung his heartbreaking ode for years on end
his true love an audience ne'er again to attend
eyes that once shined a bright green hue
dulled by sorrowful tears turned the deepest blue
once a lover he'd had near the western shores of Ireland
the love of his life, a gorgeous young lass, for her he'd asked her hand
nary a day passed were they not by the other's side
alas, the young lass had a secret she could not abide
untimely demise had she met at the sleight of her very own hand
a pain so harsh no longer could she withstand
alive once he was, now just a fiddler in the hidden glen
ne'er to to step outside the trees to the light of day again
'neath the crescent moon he lies
now a slave to the fiddlers' tune, he cries

When the moon comes up to the shine of a face
The birds are fast asleep
When the lanterns hang from every post
The fairies leave their keep
They join their hands and sing their songs
That ne'er a soul can hear
In the springtime when the earth is new
To the fairies they draw near
To the fairies they draw near

Come away with me now to the sky
Up o'er the hills and the sea
Far beyond where memories lie
To a place where I'm free to be me

Oh, gather ye now one and all
No what matter what all ye may do
Where the stars fill your soul
When the moon cradles all
So to yourself be true

The blanket of snow is o'ercome
Each flower waits for the sun
And the whispering tears of the rain
Holds promise for everyone

Then come away with me, friends
No matter where you call your home
With a light in our hearts, we will never part
No matter how far we roam

Deep in the forest we go
Creatures are all fast asleep
With a kiss and a wink we will waken our souls
Love is the safety we'll keep

And then we'll dance through the night
Till the sun will sparkle at dawn
And up way we will go like last winter's snow
Soon our work will be done

Oh, gather ye now one and all
No what matter what all ye may do
Where the stars fill your soul
When the moon cradles all
So to yourself be true

Oh, gather ye now one and all
No what matter what all ye may do
Where the stars fill your soul
When the moon cradles all
So to yourself be true

So to yourself be true

Reeking of blood
cuts so deep
years of abandonment
eons of turned backs
when day falls it seems easier
night envelops, ripping away
the idea that the scars may ever heal
can trust ever be given willingly
when all that has been known is betrayal
human behavior observed
selfish
self sacrifice so rare
heads turn so easily at the first ray of green grass
on the other side of that white picket fence
are we all the same, is it all one
should we not all turn tail and run
no one man for all, no all for one
is it really dog eat dog
when shattered trust is that
where else is there to turn
but to your own scars
so expected
so familiar

Allow me if you would
to rot within this created decay
decorated in pain and despair
inescapable when seen for what it is
created by my own hand
but it is that, my own creation
so I ask again
allow me to lie down
caressing my sweet creation
a mind corrupted by corruption
yet still turned to the North
seeking its own way out
the final footfall
wherever that may be

Tears rain down endlessly
from the skies, from our eyes
imagine the day God's tears rain down acidic
painful and tainted from centuries of travesties
eroding the wasteland we so artistically painted
with blood, sweat and hatred
casting the Earth in turmoil and oppression
one more great flood, inevitably washing clean
creating fresh canvas with which to paint

I thought the trash bag was a bunny
will I live long enough
intense love cannot merely be painted over with a crisp new brush
the grass under my feet sinks like a freshly dug grave
thoughts of predictability more overwhelming day after day
knowing the system and the routine
sinking though my grave to the cavern below
I find a sense of comfort in my own abyss of black thoughts
have I wandered so far down that I am now lost
to what it means to be my scarecrow
my mind drifts once more to the trash bag bunny
I wish to die where the Autumn leaves place their crown atop my head
in the hidden wood, far below the cavern where all is enveloped
filled with trash bag bunnies and no more worries

Tears cascade upon the Earth like meteorites
as we lie in the flower fields of India far away
I watch the sun rays play a story across your face
we whisper of past transgressions and travesties done to us
and how time moves slower here when we forget it all
we have waited so long to find this dream we pondered if it were real
we had at last found our way outside the worlds oblivious ways
gazing into each other we see our reflection lying in silence  
finally falling to sweet repose as the moonlight draws us within her sweet blanket
no other warmth needed but one another

When thoughts give rise to instinct
instinct to have all the pretty things and shiny gold
food, shelter, love
organic matter is all we are
higher brain function makes us more than a squirrel?
I think not
you see, that same squirrel
dead in the road
where is his heaven
has he not contributed to the circle of life
these thoughts have my mind decomposing
despite oxygen, despite synapses firing
in the end we all just feed the Earth
intelligent life, I think does not equate more than this gift

He told her there is a way out
that it will not always be this way
just bide your time... bide your time
the years flew by as burden became overburden
her crows feet became more prominent
her pain became more consistent
she said I will keep going until I give up
I will keep trying
and on she trudged
she had stopped smiling, her heartbeat had grown faint
at long last she made her way to a field amidst the mountains
sitting down with a sigh she watched the birds sing
listened to the sound of life around her
all was so much more alive here
letting out a sigh
she pulled the trigger
finally finding her way out
there it had been all along
in the middle of nowhere
where all was calm and quiet

A line to make a turn
A line to buy milk
A line to buy a ticket
A line to go to school
Another line in a poem
Lines, lines, lines

As we all stand in line to die
____________________­

are dreams merely an oasis
materialized to sustain us on a day to day basis
some can so easily be consumed
day to day life incapable of being resumed
always turning back to the way of a madman
seeking to find in their own mind utter bedlam
say the same things over and over again
place your heart in a headlock, lay the blame
when will it change, will it ever
or shall we lie in illusions of a pointless endeavor

clawing at my mind
memories that are not mine
implanted as a powerful seed
hunger for more fueled by greed
envisioning surreal landscapes, places never seen
only within an imagination exists a country so serene
for it is not this era that I breathe
rather a time when the land was cherished beneath
footsteps resound down a dusty, old road
I watch breathless while the sands of time erode
phasing into the future, a place where I do not belong
the strings in my mind strum a sad, mournful song
as these strange memories align
memories that are not mine
thoughts from another time
one in which by chance existence was a bit more peaceful
perhaps memories are just as deceitful
when they are not mine

For all the silent voices
screaming as loud as you may
lying in broken sobs
shattered dreams
it is not right, it is not right
black is white, grass is blue, sky is green
all is so confusing
let me sing the blues for you
do not look for joyous sounds
look to me to strum broken guitar strings
stroke out of tune piano keys
regardless, for you I would sing
sliding my fingers down my grooved fret board
tapping in silent strokes
of forgotten dreams and abandoned tear stains
left to dry in bitter winds
let me sing the blues for you

He had become a God
standing atop the world
looking down, knowing
anything could be achieved
in that moment, realization struck
he leapt from the highest peak
the wind whispering her secret
finally free
the trees grew majestically, closing in
the birds whistled a sweet melody
the water danced, awaiting eternal embrace
he forgot all the pain
free falling
time froze and he smiled
his last smile, for the Earth
goodbye

crouched in the darkest corner
you will not move, will not follow
Old Friend
your form is reaching out and I am reaching back
I am missing you for I am broken and insane
pretending I feel better without you would be a lie
I love darkness
I love pain, I love tears
this is when I am most alive
for so many years, Old Friend, you have been here
when no one was
I realize I will never let go
I will always seek ways to find you
crawling back to the corner in sobs of relief
they try to drag me away and for a moment I smile
then I scream
let me go back home, I miss my home
home is where Old Friend lies
in the corner, in pain crying
it is not sad, it is where I feel my heartbeat the strongest
it is where I feel the most love
I am incapable of love when I do not feel alone
so let me be with my Old Friend
misery never felt better
as I hold you in the darkness
Old Friend
I will always be here as you have always been for me

Ensuring eminent destruction
a curse, love for depression
why else

Look at the scars
intricate artwork
whispering stories in serpentine patterns
they cannot be rewritten
but they can scream for eternity
tracing patterns across a body
invisible or prominent
open them up
read their book
smother in the lines
of scars that never fade
burning hot

They say suicide is for the weak, the selfish
at this I ponder is the entirety of life not suicide
breathing toxic air, relying upon corruption to save us
stuck within a cycle
we have our smokers, drinkers, drug addicted
riddled with pain each and every one of us
yes life can be a song, we all smile
but inevitably life feels like suicide when eyes open to look
and I wonder should I not be the one to say how I go
and not you death, not you corruption
let me sing you a little song as I tip my glass
song or suicide
the answer lies only in you

I fell in love with the stars
no matter that stars reside light years away
no need for touch, smell or speech
stars are so bright you see, hearts so pure
so I jumped into the sky
hoping my feet never again break ground
that I would float through galaxies
surrounded by love but the stars seem more bright tonight
than anything I have ever seen
and I am drawn in unable to stop
unafraid of the unknown
when truth be told I do know
nothing could make me forget
the love I have for the stars

I may have never kissed the sky
but you see I do not need to
to feel love

I am a knife of the cruelest kind
dull and wicked carving flesh
leaving jagged scars and angry marks
the deadliest weapon I know

Jumbo jets and drone planes
circling round more menacing than encroaching vultures
I see the death
I hear it too in the engine rumbles
I step outside near the base
and the atmosphere may as well be ice
the air I breathe feels like toxic smoke
I watch the robotic movement of the blind
steering the deadly machinery
it's just my job not sure what it is for
or maybe they do maybe they don't
perhaps they do and do not care
how many weapons trained have I seen in this hour alone
and those eyes, those eyes
cold, calculating, sharp, empty
boom

I forgot how odd it is
surrounded by robots
trained to ****

Eradicate the sacred light
sacrifice will to fight
crucify, vilify

No need to touch you
to be
   madly in love

Like fade to white, fade to black
snippets eroding in and out
flashes on the screen
obscured in white noise
your lips
nose
moans
am I dreaming
when I am awake
I drown in your dark hair
when I allow higher brain function
and your eyes
float on clouds for eternity
I feel more at ease in the night sky
looking down
sighing, my breath the wind upon this planet

Passion coursing throughout my veins like fire
the one piece the dots will never connect
exemplified by the one, the one exception
in any given situation
the flame would still cut like jagged steel
a reminder that there can be only one
even if never touched, always that piece will be taken
if only an image could be yanked through a mirror
tortured pain
will never refrain, never go away
until then
tears never cease when you are yourself, The Devil

There are many types of fruit in the Garden of Eden
you see, they breed in different colors
peach for the ones light of heart
turquoise for the daring of soul
green for the courageous
yellow for the timid
there is a vast array of fruit to be tried here in this never ending garden
but I myself
well, I prefer black
the absence of color
something unknown
no one knows what future the black fruit holds
so I sink my teeth in, close my eyes and pray
that God doesn't hate me fore being what I am
*human

I see vultures circling
high above in a never ending spiral
they watch, waiting for the moment to pounce
what is taking so long
it would seem they float for hours
I sit in wonderment, pondering what it is they are preying upon
slowly, they gather closer and closer
I can almost see their beady eyes and sharp beaks
as they press on true to their mark
I grow tired as I watch, waiting to see what it is they see
for I am blind
falling asleep, I wake inevitably to see
they are preying upon me
I am the meal

What is it that determines an existence upon a plane
I do not even create the ***** laundry I fold
as I am clothed in the same attire day by day
forgotten
as I race through a machine that eats me alive maliciously
move by with wisps of smoke
that is alright
I drown in my own substances
albeit I do this alone
in the night
and for some reason despite everything
I still relish being alone
loving to suffer
do I exist

For a little sister I have always yearned
whose love never ending would be returned
a shoulder I would forever have to cry
and sweet words for my tears to dry
at last, I found her in a fairy wood
blood we may not be but she is just as good
I call her sweet Sunshine Fairy
I love her so and she always makes me feel merry

A dream envisioned each night at rest
so surreal it has now become a nightmare
when knowing dreams are painted pictures lost in time
fantasy whispers of another life
letting go never wishing to awaken
dawn discovers another heartbreak
sacrificial ideals let the empowered rip away these thoughts
slowly drifting away seeing a never ending cycle
I am a gear in a machine
when broken lather the oil, suppress the pain
forget when I dream
and dawn breaks way to another blood stained day

Willingness to die for the people
or desire for death

When saved is not what is sought
bathing in and relishing the ignorance
blinded to words, numbed to compassion
it would seem every man for himself
none for all and all for none
they will eat me alive whislt cackling
while I lie drowning in tears
sinking deeper than the roots of the oldest tree of life
kneel down and lose the will to fight
pondering why it is I would cry
what would be the point of bounding through the fires of Hell
when they themselves do not seem to care
then a stranger smiles at me for no reason
and I remember

A mirrors image
never enough
to reach through the glass
touch all that I am
soft skin, lost in ecstasy
a beauty incarnate
soft angelic whispers
lifted beyond this eternal realm
years of searching for my soul
who knew it could be found
on the other side of the glass
reflecting across my forever planet
reaching out to me as I was to it
the day I crave
I shatter the glass
stepping into my world

Inhaling the essence of oxygen
never once tainted by pollution
the taste of your breath on my skin
washing me in waves, eradicating all the pain
eroding the mountains of my own self hatred
*that would be the purest mixture of air

One day, will I wake up in tailpipe dust
craving venom blossoming on poison vines
the dam had ruptured
and then I bled out
an oxymoron
afraid to die
fantasies of death's decay
when out of place
like acid drops on a docile leaf
withered away, receding
the flower melted seeping to the center of the Earth
the world having ceased

I met an angel
the kind I thought only existed in illusions
a shadow, a silhouette created in my dreams
the angel spoke to me
seeing into my infected mind
not nearly as pure as his
and he adored me for it
the angel shining so bright with love
I wish never to see my angel cry tears
surely their weight alone would drag the Earth from its orbit
he knocked me off my feet
in a bright light and whirlwind of passion
I made love to my angel
all the while hoping this is not a deadly sin
if it were though
name me the devil incarnate
for I can never stop loving my angel

What was broken
as obliterated as I was
let me reach out
pick you up
place you within my soul
God I love the pieces at my feet
reflecting my own tormented demons
and how I wish to grab you within my embrace
jump down into an abyss
climb back up with every piece
and my bottle of glue
it may be thought recreation is impossible
but isn't that the beauty
we are not born
we are created
let us create one another

If Gods do have a God
and the cycle is unending
where did it begin
does a beginning even exist
I think I just destroyed my mind
otherwise this cannot be proven
and wise the usual way cannot be proven
pondering is the best way to find an answer
even then no answer is to be found
so what the hell is going on out there
in the abyss of our space
do you ever imagine
the billions of planets
what is going on
does it ever devour your mind and consume you
as it does mine
when I think about it truly I go mad
this planet, corruption, evil, hatred
what if some other planet is Utopia
and if so
why am I on this one
for peace is what I crave and I see it when I look into the milky way
so when gods have gods
are they criticized
who is the ultimate creator
or was there never one
how the hell did it start if ever
or was there no beginning
and with no beginning is there no end
SCREAM

When the veil lifts and nothing is left but barren wasteland
the ocean evaporated, the atmosphere obliterated
what would be a planet envisioned
do I mean metaphorical or do I mean literal
unsure,  just go with me on this one
can you tell when I have been sleeping at the bottom of a bottle
message in a bottle now sits in a massive dune
sandstorms burying it deep within their chasm
no life is left on this planet to find it
so what is it now but another piece of garbage
one collected upon the masses of mother earth to regenerate, obliterate, clean up the mess
another lost whisper echoing in the sands of time
sands that do not know time though
what is one grain of sand within this temple
do you not see how many there are
a pin ***** to a goddess
she does not wince, not once
at the fallen upon her feet
one mass grave
her face will be stoic as she stares upon her masterpiece
finally at rest, a plague eradicated
though they screamed the whole way down
she rejoiced when at last the cries had ceased
silence
and she thanks her God
and that God thanks his
and he thanks his
never ending cycle
does it stop
ever