"With sunshine gone,
My solemn smile fades away,
And all are left are clouds of gray,
Remnants of the death of dawn.

The light of day,
As quickly it came it now has left,
Our cries of joy we are bereft,
Path of our lives we've gone astray.

The tears, of our dusk
Wash away, what is just
Trust in God, trust in Satan
What is given, what is taken

The losses, we fare
The crosses, we bear
The stars, shining bright
Of my Mother, the Night.

The chilling breeze,
The warmth of Gaea goes from me,
Now a lonely, soulless effigy,
Nothing to put my mind to ease

The halcyon obscure,
Frosted and yew-scented nightmare
Frightened and scared beyond compare,
That my ailment will never see a cure.

The cries, of our dark
Wash away, what is stark
Trust in Heaven, trust in Hell
What has risen, what has fell

The losses, we grieve
The souls, we receive
The moon, glow with glee
To my Mother, set me free."

Even if
I'm too real to fake
To feel, to break,
To steal, to take
Too Rigid to endure
Too clean, too pure
Too heartless, too fragile
Too hopeless, yet agile.

Even though
I'm too without flaw,
Without recklessness or law
A standard oath I read
Of blood red and
Passions I do bleed.

Oddly enough
I'm at wits' end
Purpose purged
And soul to mend
Tend to the strong,
How long how long
Until confusion
Within is gone.

Odd as it may be
My heart confined
My mind set free
Even with the maker
I shall cease to exist
A contemplator
Shall rise above mist.

Life has
Wounded my body.
Eyes, ears, nostrils
Mouth, all
Lacerations
for my soul
To bleed.

A leap
Alive
A dive
To one
Become
Forever numb
If it's any
Consolation
I wasn't
Jumping
Away from you.

I'd run
A hundred
Thousand
Miles away
Before I made
The decision
To fade
Into obscurity
Insanity
And immortality.

The best of
Us fail
The test of
Faith.  I would
Certainly study
Life in
Order
To succeed
Myself.

Proceeding in the wake of mankind's scourge,
Spoken are the words of this great demiurge,
At dusk the cowled of the night shall emerge,
And convey a true evil on God's Earth to resurge.  

Unleashed and unfathomed, behold the words of a phantom
Turning cities into craters and the oceans to chasms,
Imagine: a picture perfect world, can it exist,
Without the plague of the human race, lost without a trace in abyss!

Ignorance tragic, the magic of bliss,
Static damage to the rabid on this planet of ****,
An example of this: the progression of time
Deteriorating in abundance, a final judgment for mankind.

Exterminate the population, man, woman and child,
Convictions, the arrival, apocalypse nigh!
None will survive, total disaster, blood stain alabaster
Abstain, refrain, salvation from a heavenly ******* shall be sought in vain.

Unexplainable cataclysm,
The missing piece of the puzzle unseen in catechism,
But it was written somehow and somewhere
And the emergence of its purpose was unclear, deny what you fear!

The end is near, malevolent seraphim invade,
The end is here, a feeble humanity kneels and prays
It was revealed, none prepared and none spared
And act of evil, fitting for the slaughter of a people.

Mephistophelian ascension,
A requiem for the souls of the ruined be sung
For a destruction, beyond all human comprehension.
Alarum with no human intervention!

An apoplectic annihilation, fed lies by inhalation,
Microbial immolation, infected detestation,
Evasive evasion, catastrophic, melancholic
Leaving mankind intoxicated by his own narcotic

Whilst hypnotically induced, the demons invade,
Equestrian quartet lead the massive evil brigade
A battalion of stallions, on fray to slay grace
Laid to waste in the face of the inhuman race.

To keep pace, without a trace, Messiah on Fire
In dire need, erase calumny the Heavenly liar feeds
Desire breeds and hatred grows
Within those a crueler fate chose the pyre to bleed.

An ascension to an unknown throne overthrown,
A crown adorned in thorns be thy Kingdom's scorn
To the Black, I am sworn, prophet to the swarm,
The scores of the forlorn born to battle in the storms

Of Ragnarok, the magma rocks rain from the sky,
The Earth will end in fire, watch the genesis die.
Terrestrial crucifixion, the mortals' last affliction,
Desperation bringing forth a dogmatic dereliction.

Infliction of pain, deadly diction to the slain in vain,
A spoken name, confliction causing friction
An addiction to the wicked, auspicious yet pernicious,
Foreboding a sinister outcome of ecumenical wishes.

No right to exist, I feel happy here
I don't belong, loved by everyone
Tormented forever, free to be myself
Nightmares so cold, the warmth of God
Satanic ritual, keeps me alive
Death confined, dreams of beauty
Psychotic screeches, songs of saints
And demons growling, echo in the cathedral
Of unholiness, praises to the purity
Unclean and unseen, the soft light of Heaven
The wrath of Hell, come down in the form of a Messiah
Lies and deceit, sanctity holds the glory
Vile guise of brutality, vitality cleanses our spirit
Gagging on our sins, in the Kingdom of our faith
A prison of the wraith, the harmony of meadows
Unlock this world of shadows, shines bright in the Sanctuary.

These letters are filled with despair, heartache
Pain, lives lost, found, and lost again.
I can only accept responsibility for so long, apologize so many times
I can only take the blame until I reach a point
I cannot do it anymore.

These letters are filled with missed opportunities,
Sighs of sorrow and full of emptiness
I can only take so much disrespect
Disregard, ignorance, playing games
Why do you all do this?

Why do you lie? Why can't you tell me the truth?
As much as I want to be in control, I cannot lie to your face
I cannot have ulterior motives and
Tell you things you want to hear
Honesty is a small token given, a large one received

If being innocent, naive, and too nice is my only crime
I would rather be imprisoned and alone than be "free" amongst liars
If avoiding accountability like gunshots gets you by,
By all means, I have taken bullets for the world
A world I know nothing about.

I am not worth another glance
A penny for your thoughts, is half of my two cents
That I would gladly give to know why you would do
Such acts, that you dismiss as unimportant
But mean the world to me.

The sleep sentence ends in a period of vivid imagery.
The ****** is how the end of the dream resembles reality.
There is no denouement, but always something to be learned.

The conclusion is always the same.  Awakening, using what has been
Experienced in the dream to influence the journey in life itself.
Wondering, what are the purpose of dreams? It is not a question that is worth pondering.

Walking the tightrope of lucid dreaming, risking the fall into consciousness.
Opening of the gates to hell from confinement, losing the battle to find meaning.
Crying for the dream to return, left in hopelessness, despair.

Reality is the ***** of life, and dreaming is its procurer.  
Constantly controlling the outcomes, the path of life is always forged
Between the forests of dreams.

Every day, is pondered
Still staring in the mirror, things have not looked so clearer
Gone away, I've wandered
My Fortunes told fables of folly, claims of karmic melancholy
Summer's gone, infinity
Pacing, racing to the skies, heaven's on fire, blind my eyes

Anytime, this picture perfect dream
Seems to glisten, seams to gleam
The frost upon our souls untouched
It doesn't seem to matter much
Interrupted rapture, angels frozen in midair
Holding folding coldly bold, untold without a care
Silent sins, I keep to myself
I can't do this anymore

Tell me, magic, who is more insane?
The innocent child, confused who's never seen a day of pain?
Or the darkest sorcerer of treachery, humanity's one true bane?
I shed my cloak a masquerade of all to fall and follow
We bleed, we are forsaken, we spill our hearts, ripe for the taken.
Rhythm, gone into the wind!
Unseen, pulsating sounds of bitter noises
Deep into the clutching claws of time, grabbing, leaving it behind!
Terrors of night, vivid imagery, fears and desires combined.
Our heads rest upon the island, our bodies, lifeless in the waves
To sleep and dream in the slip-stream, drowning in our own lunacy
We realize reality is false, our slumber denotes our only lives.

Speed on the
Mirror highway
Lanes and lines
One after no where
On and off-ramp
Stuck in traffic
Lucid acid
Flaccid masses
Classes filled
With stupid *****
Crooked cops
And ******* crashes
Head-on collision
Illusive vision
Elusive division
Intrusive mission
Through a tube
And up your nose
****, who knows
Where nowhere goes
How to get there,
Why I'm going,
What I'm doing,
Who'll be there.
I have no plan,
Nothing is written
In stone.
I'll
Figure something out.
Of sight and in
My mind.  I'm coming
Short of coherency.  Free
Writing poetry never works
In my favor.  I'm just drifting
Away into the
End of the dark sideline.
Through a tube, spiraling,
Stumbling mumbling,
Blundering blindly and
Mindfully striding
Across infinite tiles
Endless, black and white,
Checkerboards.  I am the
Grey area.

I tend to forget to tend to my wounds, forever failure in focus
Self-improvement is out of scope.
You make me feel as if I should have succeeded, that the happiness came under false pretenses.

I tend to forget that laughter cannot be measured, neither the grounds on which they occur,
Nor the amount in which they are manifested.
All the happy times are irrelevant, because the ends don't justify the means.

I tend to forget that everyone, including the mentally disabled, desire to advertise their strength,
Their resolve in the face of the adversity between two people who
Claim to love each other, long after the love is gone.

I tend to forget that no one is as naive as either of us make them out to be, that none will
Absorb the previous problems at face value, and
That there are two sides to every coin, as all life suffers from the conflicts of dualities.

I tend to forget that your constant quest for social acceptance is what
Has made you a person uglier than you truly know.
I see through your act; an addiction to be validated, and your pretty portrayal to the spectators.

I tend to forget the analogies between dirt and flower, but no one stops to think that perhaps
The soil from which nature grows is more beautiful than what it blooms,
As it is the foundation, the core, the element, which is hidden from the pretension of the colorful.

I tend to forget how much I once desired to be the voice of reason, now the voice of rhyme.
Forever cursed to be well-versed in poetry.  And I know the reason why,
It is just a hypothesis, but I truly feel that there is method to my madness.

I tend to forget the discipline involved in making dual voices similar, one in sound,
Other in beat.  Like two hearts in conjoining cadence.  Reason
Does not do it all justice.  This is my way of making sense of it all.

I tend to forget that anything that grows together, flows together, such as the written words in verse.
The flowers may distance themselves from the dirt from which they arose,
I will remain below the sunlight, hidden in obscurity, watching the Heavens of your lies from the Hell of reality.

Rolling feet, these walking wheels
Are impartial to such matters.
Uphill roll down
Spiral and fall into
The secret and widely-awakened.

It all comes down to politics.  Never
Part of the partisan, always
Independent of mind control.

Conscious fatigue, future is bleak.  No skipping to the next line.
Too afraid of tomorrow, enjoying the moment,
Why spoil a good thing?  Become accustomed and appreciate
Today,
Tomorrow's sorrow hasn't arrived yet.

Poetry always comes out better when there's something on your mind.  She's
Seeing someone else and it hasn't been that long since things ended
Between us.

That was quick.

I wish you the best.  No awkwardness, I promise.

O Holy,
I beckon a folly
Of grandeur, delusion
Or Illusion of not, I fought
To question a purpose
A burden, bore alone
To awaken the masses
To fire and fate.

Once earth and twice air
And water between
Divides, O Divide
Depart to the other side
Things that are
And things that are not
I sought to conquer the answer
A problem, solitary
To enslave the masses
To fire or fate.

O Fire, below us
Between us, besiege us
Killing, blood spilling
A rage of consequence
If only one death
Were enough, if only one
Life, to explain the
Eternal equation, solved.

O Fire, cease to burn!
Allow us to comprehend,
All existence and yours, we
Are all but tiny ores of sores
Imperfection, to die at our own hands
By a fire and fate
I contemplate a dismal
Perpetual, eventual
Consensual, death
At any rate.

Confined to eternal asphyxiation
They live a suffocated existence
No hope to regain what they took for granted
They showed no regard for earth, air, or water
This polluted wasteland, their planet

They cannot love each other anymore
Their punishment is solitude and xenophobia
What privileges they had, once upon a time
Affection and love, and interpersonal immersion
Now doomed, forever, to be alone

In this world destroyed by greed, desire, and lust
For power, the human beings atone,
They do not deserve to be alive, let alone
To walk aware of their wrongdoings
They should have been erased

I would have loved to be the executioner
Of billions sinful, lying, cursed, wretched,
Vile, incessant, promiscuous, vicious, insidious,
Slimy, wily, evil creatures humans are
Instead I have become their saviour

I feel no pity or sympathy for the Devils
They became in exchange of their materialism
I see them walk in masses of melancholy, loneliness
As I once did for which they showed no regard for me
And heartless, I ignore their silent cries for help

You are sentenced to life in prison, one like no other
Free to live in a society which shows more confinement
Than any man-made cell or coffin
Elements you took for granted shall be stripped away
Your sinful quest for immortality has led you accordingly

It is forbidden to breathe the air you polluted,
Drink the water you tainted, eat the fruits of the earth you destroyed
Your senses will be nullified and your spirits
Crushed as this planet was insufficient
For your corrupted existence .

Society, the people's forum
Where they learn about the rules and
Meet each other, understand the game
That they play every moment
They each introduce themselves
As one who abides by the social law
And convene in larger numbers
With those who are very much the same

They chit and chat and shoot the ****
They liff and laugh and moot on it
But what of those who aren't a part of it?
Simply because they just don't fit?
This is learned at a young age,
From our childhoods, life's book's first page
Rippling, growing, til' it reaches a stage
Until you're all alone, trapped in your head's cage

And God can't play the shepherd to the sheep
Can't bring you back to the flock
You're tired, worn, can't breathe or sleep
You age faster than the clock
The paranoia inside your mind grows strong
You're anti-social, not after long
Sideways thinking, upside down
A kingdom of one, you bear the crown

Psychotic sins and torture played
Thanatos and Eros, pleasure forbidden
More real to oneself, to the others, one fades
And appeals to oneself to make it all forgiven
In the social circus, in your own ring
Universes you ponder, death songs you sing
You recluse your mind, lost without intent to be found
For solitary freedom bests being amongst company, bound.

Stop the bus!

It's great to make new friends and
Great to indulge in conversation,
Hanging out for beers, no tears
No fears of pending annihilation.

But once you leave the party and
The people are behind you,
There's something waiting that's
Got to give and make you see
And blind you.

It's truth that waits in a taxicab outside
And smells funny.  You don't know know who's
Driving, only where you're going and how you're
Getting there.

It's a sad certainty.
You're going home, alone tonight.
The ceiling is too low to hold a noose.
There's a message to be heard, although,
It would fall on your deaf ears of

Annihilation once you've got nothing
Left to part with, there's nobody behind you
There's something waiting, God is to
Give you, take your seat, get
off the bus!

The cloudy nightmares,
Images of pasts, repressed
Forever dying

Their tombs are destroyed,
Gateways to the collections
Violently *****

Given a **** or
Second thought to understand
Tragic endeavors

Numbness overcomes
And overshadows, under
Dark circumstances

Sly, insidious,
Uninspired, and flawless
Miracles occur

Alone in my world
Stoicism has benefits
No one else matters

Dreaming, believing,
Living, thinking, and feeling,
But never kneeling

Twelve, thirty-seven,
Six-million ways to die, but
One to stay alive

Despair in the sanitarium!
All lies escape the insane are awake
Beyond the locked doors the echoes bounce across the checkerboard floors
Sigh-lence, day dreaming, stay screaming
Slay on words, motion madness
In jest, cyanide suicide happy faces.

Hisses of those bearing bloodshot eyes, venomous guise
Bystanders walk by, cross the line
I stand firm above it, ne'er beyond the bonding
I'm bound to the ground crystal, looks back at me in the mirror.

Sin of gluttony
Bathroom stall confessional
My purgatory.