A crescent moon harbours lost light
A pail shallow reflection of the days fire
Luminous enough to cast lurking shadows
Dark enough to swallow evils desire

Stealing through the craters
Sinister entities crawl
Stealing through your window
Floating down the hall

Filling you with darkness
Dripping from crescent skies
Sinister the evil
Now glazed over your eyes

You awaken feeling torn
Blood stains knife and bed
Horror dashes voice and eyes
As your wife now lays there dead

Terrified bewilderment
As demon dreams flood back
Nightmares of a blood red sickle
From craters dark and black

I rise again
From rough American ashes of the past
Like a dark brown eagle
With eyes full of his loving blonde girlfriend
I strike slowly
Gathering the momentum of love
Through the satin country of my fantasies
Do I strike with new care?
Or finally slow explosion sparks illuminate the air
Lanterns of disgust
I whisper darts into them
And swing from wild branches into the cities
I pass by with ruby eyes
And smile at soon to be saturated citizens
The crowds sparkle because they’re in love with
Something before I got there
I’m lighting matches everywhere
Trying to start bonfires of awareness
And fierce love inspiration
While pointing out the most tender stars

Our country alive with tiger eyes
And swift yet sometimes slow
Gorgeous human behavior

Just understand that i'm just a man,
Just understand i'm in need of a friend,

To get me through these sleepless nights,
Wishing you're with me by my side,

Its not that bad, but could have been better,
It was way easier, when things didn't matter

Beneath the sunsets orange,
the green grass grows rich,
next to the blues of the river,
softly flowing through the meadows.

The days offering of warm rays,
struggles in it's last moments,
capturing the essence of beauty,
filling the soul with absolute bliss.

Nestled within nature's arms,
a deep and hot spark ignites,
spreading with a vicious hunger,
consumed by the pleasures of greed.

Embracing the comfort of solitude,
this forest, the only witness,
leaving untold secrets kept,
as lovers release their passion.

Apathy
is not
pathetic.

Apathetic
is
nothing less than pandemic.
But
nothing less common
than soles wearing out
between hot, molten asphalt
and the swellling skin.

you've been begging to just cave in.

But I can't live and not care.
Fiction is nothing to compare-
except all of the scenery that matters.

A horizon is subjective.
So the billboards
and the spider chords
have still taught me nothing.

I am opening my eyes to the green.
I am shaking like a lantern unseen.
I am a seed
planted on top of a building
waiting for sunlight.