Raining metal
on streets stained
by the contents
of so many veins

The art of violence
bullets brush paint
on broken down walls
built to contain

such acts in the night
and murders by day
The scent of the city;
a stench you can taste

You tell me now, still,
that the world will change
for the better somehow
How long will we wait?

Gateways of glass
under the gaze of men
wanting and watchful
desperate for fulfillment
of
shattering glances
mistaken for love
reality, lust
reality, rust
corrosive consumption
misguided assumption
misdirection contraption
the bodies we're trapped in
mislead us to fall

This design
asks so much
so much
of us

Splendor
and pleasure
and plummets
and nature

Just natural
just chaos
just given
accept it

This moment
is timeless
is precious
is priceless

Give me your
fire and your
ice and your
sentiment

Far away thunder
soft warm gusts
the air becomes static
the leaves become swords
that carelessly cut

caressing electric
coursing through blood
in pools on the tips
of every blade of grass
greener than my own

daylight shrinking
behind the trees
behind the mountains
over the distance
of unspoken dreams

In absence of volume
hearing becomes easy
listen to nothing
and it will speak
through silence
through walls
through guarded hearts
through defenses
through heartache
louder than it ever was

I am from the future
do you remember that
enhanced mirror glass
a reminder's reflection
of where you never wanted to go

Walk into the night and
live life as your own
but just don't let me go
so easily this time
just don't let go
of my hand this time

Slipping grip released
my body into the portal
my mind into the coma
my heart into the fire
hold on for dear life

I have sailed
the most malevolent of storms,
feeling the chaos watching me,
hearing the twisted cries
of turmoil,
resounding as laughter
all around me.



The sunlight has died,
a most humiliating death indeed,
overwhelmed, impossibly,
by the magnitude of darkness
which swept through
and throughout
all that once shone bright.



The moon is starving,
craving the warmth it always knew,
longing deeply
to illuminate the night sky
once more,
giving hope
to those who were lost
in the shadows.



The stars are crying,
watching, regretfully,
as the laws of nature
become irrelevant,
and the very truth of their being
becomes a mockery.



The tempest sea,
loving, an animal it remains,
and though remorseful,
it now shall claim me
as its own,
as I merge into the water.



It’s so cold,
but my nerve endings are failing,
and I find myself sinking
deeper
into a state of indifference,
as the fear takes on a new image…
a smile



Drowning was
never so blissful,
dying was
never so beautiful,
losing was
never so great a victory…



until this very day…