come satiate me hot sing as the bitter songs
on love torn winds
the clouded skies the rustling trees
make me feel alive
make me  cringe at thunder rasps
hide inside a reason now
for she has gained a new lover since
the last sun shined
the last time we danced
and  now the floor
all littered with her
bits of pictures
and memories
with tears  of whence
I want to cry no more
just make a scene dear hot wind and thunder cloud and radiance me again without
the tender things and soft nuance
the velvet skin the eyes seance
just fiercely grasp her
memory and
take it to            
the land of oz

Step right up
to test your luck
pull a lever,
or pick a card.
If you’re clever
you’ll get a red lettered
queen of hearts,
but if you are
down on your luck
you’ll get a generic joker
who doesn’t give a single
****.

-:-

I can't hear the sound
For the beating of drums
It is finished
Before it's begun...

My mind is rattling
But my muse hums!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/30/2017

It was looking through the barrel of a gun that made me realise that even oblivion sparks before it ignites, the bitter sweet symphony of your voice echoed from the other side and so elegant it was that even the reckless hell in my mind had fallen into sombre;

In the silence an angel seen for the first time through my god forsaken and forgotten eyes that my heart could not deny - I had broken free from oblivion.

Dusty Deadbolt eyes never open again

It is Ragnarok in the heavens
as the long snouted giant wolf Fenrir
faces off against rust colored clouds.

The Midgard serpent
stretches its purple, orange, and grey
body across the sky,

while embers of Surtur’s raging flames
cascade like spiraling waves
during the last seconds of
this dying day.

My blood is ink.
At least I think.
The last time I saw it
was when I tried
to cut myself and die,
but ended up
only staining the kitchen sink
with bits of runny poetry.

This is how the spoon stirs,
how the soup swirls
in several spinning
concentric circles.

This is the plump
juicy red tomato body
struggling against
the gravity
of this liquid reality,

plopping when it drops
jalapeno sauce
dripping little hots spots.

This is one spicy dinner.

Despair, wrath, agony
And endless cries
The sadistic night
Lightened by fireflies

A cruel world
No one's gonna care
If one of the stars
Ceases to be there

By Arcassin Burnham


..And when I'm gone turn me out like a night light,
then wait for dawn,
not talking about death but what you picked up on,
like another built wall so wide as the border thats crossing
the road , due forget it all,
when you try so hard only to end up in a fall,
you kept me from so much , i will not be stalled,
in a country where literally anything could happen , please
stay off the alcohol,
Theres no purpose for unpurposed matters if everything happens for
a reason,
so much trouble up in every ghetto , if you left , it'll be necessary
treason,
Almost uneducated with no family support,
A mom that'll rather see me killed than be on child support,
mooching off the fabric of my reality , blood sport,
You could had an abortion now what is this for?
Would you be sad if i left?
would you even cared if i died?
would you hate yourself if I just turned around and walked out that door
and never say goodbye?
turning a blind eye to the ******* you think stresses you,
putting that on yourself including my existence, i will be better than you.

goodbye.

I sip another orange juice
instead of an alcoholic beverage
because I don’t want to be
less than the current me,
intoxicated and reacting sloppily.

Still, I engage the girl at the bar clumsily
half-jokingly insulting myself
because I am to nervous.
She gives me a few moments
then turns to the drunk guy
on her other side.

The clash of music versus music
sounds a discordant wave of chaos
punishing my eardrums
but giving me a good excuse
to creep away with all the grace
of the Star Trek, X-men, and
Buffy the Vampire Slayer nerd I am.

The off-duty bouncer
soberly killing time
working on a tattoo design
with his son’s initials
takes a break to educate me
on what I need to do
to approach other women.
Three things he confides in me
confidence, and smelling good
but I lost the third.

Off to my right in the dim bar lights
disembodied voices from the other side
of the small grey door
beckons me forth to explore
a universe of unknown melodies.
I do not venture there.
Instead, I listen to
the high heels that clank
in competition with the loud mouth drunks
losing out to
the dull conversation of drab businessmen.