What a curious day, the sun beeming as if it saw the sky for the first time, the forest rusting with a silent melody

The creatures all residing withing their safety’s, the wind painting it’s portait among the waters edges

But not a human around, as if the rapture has happened, as if the world was only ever me

I look around, but no sense of humanity anywhere, only the distilled sounds of the breeze

I look and nothing around, my hands tremble with a fear and unease, as if I am being drowned

I sit under a shaded oak, and watch the empty roads, listen to the empty houses

Look at the empty cars, the empty lives

And sit with my empty tears

I’m a husk of anxiety and stress, my bones made of Celexa, my mind of insecurity

My eyes are made of black dyes, my teeth of financial dread
I rise each day with a curve in my spine, and weight upon my feet

But I am here, still going

I may be exhausted, but I’m still going

My will made of coal, always burning, never surrendering

I breathe sarin, and exhale carbon monoxide

But I’m still going

The heart of all this confusion, resides among those summer graves, were I buried the bodies of my former selves


Etched in the rotted wood, resembels the signs that I used to know, graves made in the presence of a fox den


Reminders of the shackles that can arise, to step into the waters and swim to better lands


For it becomes a disease, a curse, a ******* sorrow


To progress into the darkness, and not get swalloed by the past abyss


But to find the tunnles, that lead to those fields you dreamed in solidarity


To smell the nature of peace, and eat the fruits of joy


To live

How the sky looks peaceful in its existence
The envy I hold against it, I wish for something like that
How those colors seem to look so tranquil
How I wish I was in that state, a sky in peace
How tranquil it would be, how so greatly docile

Progress is a road paved with blood and sorrow, change is never truly peaceful

We as a nation must keep hope as a candle, lit in the darkest corners of our species

For we must not let those that sacrificed, become the statistics of meaninglessness

So we must walk with heavy hearts, and lead boots on bones and blood

For we will see a sunlight above the fog drenched roads

And the shining fate will be there to greet

For we are deserved better

Than sorrow and senseless cruelty

Whisper no more, my sweet emerald
Save your breath, for the final moment
Sleep soundly now, in this end
My pain has ruptured, at your departure

I was never truly, able to save you
Now in this moment, I can do my best
To calm you now, as the darkness comes
And be the sunlight, that you always wanted

There’s too many stories, that will be told

Of when we were okay, and when things were clear

But those times are over, and we no longer stand under oil lamps

I wish you all the lighting, that the thunder can offer you

For we must make our departure, we must meet at the crossroads

I’ll head towards the mountains of soot, you swim those rivers of unknown

And I know that I will be blinded, by the black mist in the air

But I will have known that, I was able to separate from a poison root

I don’t wish you ill or pestilence, only that you go

We have taken up too much time, more than Ulysses

This is our swam song, so lets finish please

This is a forgotten moment, lets start forgetting now

Time becomes a burning coal, it ignites all the willow memories you used to have

People become former shades of themselves, I guess this is the process of change

Time is the running river, down the mountain it travels, each moment racing by like the crystal water

I hope when we crown our court jester, to be the king of this wretched land

That he sets fire to everything standing, poisons every river

For we will have deserved it, for our years of hate and ignorance

In dreams a showering of silver wings, ones to clip on and fly away

to lift your body from from the ground, and soar among the birds

In reality it sinks back, the moment that causes your mind to go astray

Then a look among the pile, and realize the books are nothing but words

A walk among the pace of the living, it’s a feeling that seems never ending

A look to the trees and you see freedom, a cardinal that speaks words uncaged

He looks and says it may seem a curse to you, the time on the ground you’re spending

But do not take it for fault, do not become enraged

You do not need wings in your spine

I know you feel like a fish out of water

But take a wise word from my time

You are just a youngling, just a starter

Soon the world will be a pearl to you

To wear on your neck and shine

As it glows a shine that radiates true

And in time, you will find your place down the line

This whirlwind picks up the most peculiar things, the thorns of the barbs, the pines off the trees

I always see it approaching everyday, it holds a dark unknown inside of it, it is shaded with uncertain affirmation

If I jump into this oddity of a force, will it hurl me to another rabbit hole, will it sweep me away from this plain

Will it set me to another realm, one where these scarecrows won’t cast the droning sorrow among the fields

One were my veins run pure with silver and water, were my eyes may be glazed with tranquility

Were the wild flowers seem to dance with the orchestration of the gales, were the hares seem to sit with peace among their furs

To a place were I walk among the forgotten vineyards of a past ghost, were I may set my feet to the slumbering soil around

Were I may dip my hands to the rivers around, and feel the mineral bliss of natures wholesome warmth

Loneliness isn’t the loathing of sorrows or grief, it isn’t the echoes of your better memories

It’s not the inflicting harm of a drunken haze, or the black puff of a bent cigarette

Not the tears that befall the thinking past, nor the shattered glass of your broken nights

It’s the silence in the room, the buzzing emptiness that fills your mind, and seems to scream when nothing is sounding

It makes the soul more longing, and the tears more hollow

When the breath is heavy like a fog, the hard part is seeing

Feet won’t move, no matter the strength being used

Teeth being cracked by the tension

All of it becoming lost to time

Matter and then ash

Then ash to the winds

if that anger was all consuming
that bitterness truly all decaying
then i must be quite the delayed
supernova, a mistake for a mistak

This summer has been gracious with blue skies, and the sounds of a harmony from the woods around

The mothers carry their kits and cubs, to places of safety and rest

The flowers do their best to hide from the eroding heat, the grass seems to dance with the waltz of the wind

But it seems my bones are still as hollow as the winter came, the spring never seemed to make them whole

Summertime blues as the song would say, but the blues are all but foreign to what is the trial in my mind

Alll the while I feel as the cardinal stuck in the grated sewers of Rome, no flight or cadence to sweep my sorrows to the skies above

I am a grounded leaf, floating to the streams of a modest river, never reaching the lake to take me to the beyond

This stasis is a peculair feeling, one of fuax majesty and no supreme devinity

The lonliness is a formidable nuiance, a scratching leech on the edges of my mind

The sun looks so bright on the mornings I wake up early, the rains that arise as quick as God’s sins, leaves as the innocence of the past

So tonight I’ll walk a wooded path to a place I never knew, for the unknown seems to be the only thing that has stability

Before the last call of this dream, I saw something shining in the spine of forgotten trees

It was radiant in a haze of grey and faded red, something peculiar with a sense of lonliness and sorrow

It was something very odd, it was something that felt like a distant memory, a nostalgia of sorts

And before I could see what it was at the end of the path, the lights seem to dance, and I was in another world

he moon I share a kindred sense with, it hovers alone in the void of the cosmos, never really seeing life

But it glows with such a radiance, how majestic it mirrors, illuminating in the gaze of all to see

I look at the magnificent with a sense of sadness, and a sense of almost… faded envy

I do not hold the wonder it holds, the grace or beauty it radiates every night

I am just a shadow, sitting on the edge of a veil, alone with my bruised innocence

Alone with my tearful eyes, sitting with my thoughts, watching the moon up high above

How I am walking with no radials, latched with leeches and gasping with blood filled lungs

Each act more desperate then the first, and tears become salt mines to the earth

I am certain the buzzards sing me melodies, they are the only true friends I’ve ever had

My burial will be the apex of cosmic certainty, the reaffirmation of the truths of astral fate

That we are all specs of matter floating in an abyss, filled with such beautiful stars and constellations

The soft piano keys of an innocence that was once known, were the creative and bright mind had grown

A few feet were added to the body as the years went on, that brightness changed with the voice, the creativity almost gone

The bells of education rang for its last sermon, the body walked out with a joy and uncertainty, but the feeling at the moment was determined

But when the waves of reality came to the shore, you realized you were sold a lie, with tears in the eyes, your joy was no more

The piano played to the background of a heavy rain, the mind flashed to that innocent era, but tears came back realizing it would never be the same

Stuck in the membrane of the hollow limbs, inside this dead giant do I stay dormant

It was once a symbol of great honor, standing tall to the ideals of more pure angels

But now it lays in waste, the dead giant that now slumbers in the sin of it’s ignorant awareness

It sleeps in regret, and now only dreams in sorrow and what could have been

I am unsure if we are ever free, if we ever truly know something that doesn’t feel like life

My feathers have become much weaker, and my age seems to be my foe

This shroud of dread, that rains acid across the green and gravel

The air becomes thick with fog, and I feel that quivering sickness again

I am the messenger of exhuastive sighs, the wondering bard of the tooling mind

Closely I thread my skin, into the sanity of a self that never has pulsed electric movements

I am the ghost of a present, that was never real

Only a past, wearing a suit of terrocata

Myabe tomorrow will be a different kind of day, something that may catch me by surprise, that will give me the most joyous sense of content

It will happen with unexpected grace, a day that may be filled with happiness and grace, something that will come as a sunrise among the clouds

I don’t wish for something of lavish action, nothing within the realms of grandiose, no requirement to have a vein of amazement

Tranquility and peace are something that would be nice, simple leisures that the birds always enjoy, that the deer in the forest enjoy in twilight

Maybe this is something that will happen tomorrow

Bind your dreams to your wrist
Because in the whirlwind
Of social gatherings
Filled with too much alcohol

Can they fly away
Become a paper plane
That glides softly out into the air
Into the dark ether of the night

And once the drugs are gone
And reality comes back
To look in the mirror
See that they’re gone

Sardonic is the day against the trees, how it looks to cast judgement upon the ground

What vitirol it holds for the human realm, how it seethes with poison on the soil

The day is doomed with this aura, never will it become more than just a somber storm

For the day has turned a vengful shade of red, it has shown its teeth to the sun, it has scraped its claws against the moon

Out the window the signs are clear, that the tides will not react to this haze, they will restrict and cower

So I look at the sky, and know the day is not at hand, I am alone in souless elements, only my will to call on in trials

I watch my legs, detach from their place, and walk as though they never needed me

My eyes are bleeding, the most beautiful glaze of grey, as it paints my cheeks and drips to the floor

My heart grows needles, from the inside of its chambers, it seems to sew away another wish for me

My teeth become black, at the touch of my fingers, as the pulse in my hands beats violently

My lungs begin to collapse, as they sing a rhapsody of death and grace

My veins turn neon, as though I am a star, and I have reached my supernova

My astral skin, begins to erode, as the sweat of my brow begins to calcify

My mind becomes snakes, that slither with intent, while I sit in horror and bliss

My feet never twitch, for they are stone, and I am marble

I don’t want to head outside, and become swept away from the storm that is raging

To be drowned in God’s black tears, to become another body laid to the graves of Babel

I wish to escape what is happening around, but the fates have set their sacrifices to my placement here

So I’ll sit from the shattered window sill and watch the storm, biblical in measure, chaotic in humanity

My nails are rotted

Soon it will be just skin

And I will have to dig my way out

All the way to the bone

he approach of this transgression is peculair in strain, if it’s merely moment of lucidity

Or if it is a eternal chaos that cycles as the cosmos, natural and aware in the state of the matter

The thought of it something to conduct the mind to fear, electrical sorrows that siphon to the bones in your hands

Shaking as the leaves of the willow in gales, sweating with the chills of unknown futures

Inside the skull, of the forgotten oak

Do I sit calmingly, and listen to its ghosts

For they talk, of most wonderful tales

And the winter winds, construct the tone

Sorrow is a drug we humans must take everyday

For reasons of God

For reasons of Satan

For reasons of Nature

For reasons of the Universe

For whatever the reason of its existence, it permeates through the threads of humanity

It is a depressing factor of this thing called human condition, it seems to be the way of this world

But let us not add guilt, pity, or doubt to this ritual, for it makes sorrow that much stronger

We must take sorrow as it comes, with anger and confusion

But do not add to your sorrow, drink of the waters of joy, kindness, and understanding

For humanity can be a dark and cruel thing

I am human, my faults are clear, and they are visible

I to wonder of the darkness that lurks in humanity, if humanity is truly good

But I know that we have a choice, and we can chose to try and bring the light out of humanity

For I have seen love, I have seen kindness, and I have seen understanding

And I know it exists in abundance, under the sun, and under the moon

Take your lovers in your arms, kiss your children with joy and content, marry your kindness to someone in need, rejoice your personality and help others rejoice theirs

For the world is a dark and cruel place, we must try to do what we can for one another, less we become the darkness that exists in the world

We are not demons, we are not monsters, we are merely human, let use chose human in our daily loves, let us chose the good

Sorrow may exist in our humanity, but love, joy, and kindness also exists

Take sorrow, but chose love

I’ve walked towards the coastline in this world, it’s littered with skeletons and crows crowns

The preaching oak is slowly getting on in age, he knows of the doom in those sands

Each day that sea is growing blacker, and the sky seems to turn a darker shade of blood

So I sit with remorse in a jar, and send it among the waters, to the kingdom on the other side

Your society does not care for you, you are a lepor, you are the disease

Your government does not see you as human, you are merely an insect, you are disposable

Do not believe the wolf tears of the ignorant privileged, they will skin you to bone, and wear your grief on their smiles

This is the modern world, the past merely changed hats, it is stil the same beast

Such a fragile moment in time we are, too much caught up in things too below the threshold of reason

We each have a knife to our throats waiting to cut, so we might as well try to be happy

It’s nearly impossible, like seeing the shadows of the fox in a foggy forest

But try we must, and give that knife a bite from our teeth, and spit at its holder

I have a heart full of doubt, my eyes fogged with the deafend sounds of a hope, that I can’t seem to find

My cage is closing in on me, my wings losing the feathers with each gust of hurricane sorrows

But I must chip away at this copper wire, for I can see a sun outside that glass

I had a dream, that one day I would walk among the grass, and the sun would set on my back

There was a dream, of a day were I would be free, but it seems that it has slipped by

I know that its not an easy sorrow, I must take each one as the pain of a stab

But I have to keep my mind in sleep, for I must keep having that same dream

For it is the picture I put to my eyes, to put my mind to the painting I must bring to life

I had a dream, that one day I would swim in blue waters, and the moon would look as full as my cup

For I am tired of this hunger, I wish to have the honey of a greater path, to have my belly full with the fruits of this fabled joyous life

But it hasn’t come yet, and I sit with my eyes blackened by the soot of this burning cage, I feel the burn evaporate the marrow among my bones

I have to press forward, as a stream among a forest canvas, I must find the waterfall to reach the larger waters

I had a dream, that one day my wings would glow from the sun, as I flew through the sky as fast as the whispers of better angels

m sorry I couldn’t produce a fantasy

To give away those awful memories

That you had been given so many times

But the world can’t grant those things

And I am not a mystic

Even if it seems to be harsh

All that can be done

Is to keep going

This nation does not value, our fellow citizens of color, in reality it never has

Denial is quite the dessert for those that are oppressing, but truth is an acid, that burns all materials

This is a nation of wolves, feeding on the meek that have no ways, to combat the rules they force

Be in the party of denial, that is quite okay, just don’t expect respect or decency

For you are as guilty as the oppressor, for you are the problem, not a solution

The flowers have wilted on this brightest of days, I guess they knew it was the end of their cycle

Even though they are gone, I can still see the faded colors of their beauty

It’s a sorrowful sight to see them go away, but I see a sprout of green, rising in the place they now rest

There’s no absolutes in this world, people have inherent good and bad, it’s something that is somehow in the threads of our humanity

We all commit wrong acts, sins, pains, whatever you wish to call it

It’s what you choose that makes your definition, and it seems our modern era has chosen bad

I am in a fog, there is a fog over this world

I walk in this fog, seeing if my steps will take me to the shore, to see the ocean

I can’t see clearly, but I can see

And sometimes that’s all that can be given

But I see the flowers on the ground, the faded colors of beauty

I know there is beauty in this world, even if the chosen course has been greed, ignorance, and evil

One day the sun will rise again, and it will be a different kind of sun

Not one of apathy, but one of hope

One of future, bright and clear

don’t want to head outside, and become swept away from the storm that is raging

To be drowned in God’s black tears, to become another body laid to the graves of Babel

I wish to escape what is happening around, but the fates have set their sacrifices to my placement here

So I’ll sit from the shattered window sill and watch the storm, biblical in measure, chaotic in humanity

How cruelty and ignorance, permeates through the threads of humanity

The wicked and vile are more apparent than they seem, we just chose to say they aren’t there

This is the way of our modern age, to look at the abyss, and to live in the protected bliss

Then to acknowlegde the dark truth

Here is the pit

Where the bodies are stacked

From the endless battles

Son’s and daughters sent to the earth

No savior, no redeemer

Only the grasp of the earth

How soft that world felt
It was something very different
No meandering in darkness
Just walking among the sunlight

But it was only temporary
It was never to last
And with my heavy eyes
I stared at a sun

This world is watching close
Close to your very skin
So much into your eyes
A light very thin

With this doctrine
Do all these heads bow
You only peak up
Knowing you’re not allowed

This world is watching afar
In cities of grey
Waiting for your head
To sleep where you lay

And once the witch is free
And the crows are somber
You and your kind
Won’t exist much longer