Isolation
Desperation
Circumnavigation
In search of something
Nothing
Everything
To find a path
Or blaze one
Like Macbeth
"What's done is done"
And no one comes
To tell you how
Or why
Or where
To head from here.

Destination?
Unknown.
In search of
A place
To be yourself
Nothing else
Not a mask
A faceless persona
A mote in a sunbeam
Cog in the machine
Empty flask
Dried husk
But revitalized
Reenergized
Brought back to life
Like a spring after a hard rain

Escape the inevitable,
The Conqueror Worm
Leave behind old worlds to burn
Embrace your inner form
Shelter from the outer storm
In search of
In search of-

In terms of skin, mine never fit,
A bit too tight, a bit too thin
And a never really fitting in-
And here I am, stopped to sit
And ponder perhaps the whys of it-
Destined for something else?
I don't know, it all fails-
Only wanting to be content
Instead of being in contempt
Of this life I now lead

She said my kisses felt like fire
As they crept along her skin
I knelt down, begged, and pleaded
But she would not let me in

She said it hurt too much;
She couldn't stand my touch
She said-

"You've got poison in your veins, boy,
And a hole there in your heart,
The closer we're together,
The more we're torn apart

You're all full up on nothing,
There's no room left for love
You're more suited down below
Than shining bright above"

I reached to pull her tight
And whisper in her ear
"I never meant to hurt you,
But you wouldn't love me, dear

Now give me one last kiss
As I hold you close to me-
If I'm to rot below,
I can set you free"

I'll keep filling up on nothing
To plug this hole within my heart
Though she's gone away, away,
We're never far apart

Well I've got poison in my veins,
So a little more won't hurt-
I'm sure one day I'll wake to find
They've lain me in the dirt

But now all in dying from
Is a dreadful, dreadful thirst-
If I've got poison in my veins
Then a little more won't hurt

Am I my brother's keeper
When he's lying in the field?
Though my hands are clean, now,
Still with blood they're stained

Do I defend my sister's virtue
Even in the marriage bed?
When all is said and done
And the sheets are turning red-

Must I console my son
When he's ripe for sacrifice-
Bound upon the altar
Under a cruel and hungry knife?

Dare I keep my father's vigil
When he's nailed upon the cross-
Dying for the ******
And shepherding the lost?

Do I question G-d Almighty
About his master plan?
Or just do as I am told
Head buried in the sand?

Do you kneel down to worship
At the altar of the flesh,
With your head betwixt her legs
And hand upon her breast?

Do you tithe and sacrament
In sweat and bone and blood
To annoint with sacred oils
The staff of holy wood?

Sensually sermon
Through parted, gasping lips
As the spirit moves within you
With rolling, thrusting hips

As the carnal choir
Cries out in ecstacy
Do you call his name above
And find your sweet release?