I don't know where
        I'm going
    or quite exactly
            where I want to be.

             I just know that
my feet keep moving,
                  my heart keeps beating,
      and there's nothing
              standing
            in my way.

Spring grapes die on withered vine
Wine of wrath flows bitter red
Isis' son seeks Babylon
Avenge by death the deed of Set

Along Euphrates course they fled
From march of madmen to the throne
And wine of wrath flows bitter red
Eagles flock to hawk by drone

Hung within a garden high
Black masks the march of death
Give new life to Levant's lie
And wine of wrath flows bitter red.

r~ 6/17/14

At the sun setting
Emptily
I realize I've been staring
Directly at it
For hours without
Dropping
A tear

In that moment,
I saw more blood than ever,
Inside me,
As if my eyes were bleeding.
All I could think of
Was wanting to end it.
And there I stood,
Transfixed at the sight of you,
Through the blood red,
All those nightmares, alive
All those terrors, ceasing my nights,
The endless torture,
The pain that was,
You.
And as I stood there,
A predator ready to pounce,
Rooted to the spot
By the anger surging through me
Like electricity,
Like a wild fire.
An inferno of infinite power,
Fully concentrated on
You.
Hell within me,
Heaven above.
And through that blood red,
I saw,
The end,
Of you.

Tarnished silver,
Under the bed you hide
Worthless now, its value
Judged 'neath a golden pride.
Twisted hands, your bones may break
Seal off your lungs as they waste away.
The poison attacks, cripples your very breath
But slow to the chase.
As the air evades every inch of you,
Find yourself give in to your darkest days.
And from the dungeons of your soul,
Come the cries of pure fear.
Stretch out your arms, let the light heal.
Plunder yourself,
See what the devil deals.
Lash out your anger that holds you in chains
Tear off the disguise and reveal who you are within.
Tarnished silver,
Your heart beats like a wild drum, whole,
Echoing sound, reverberating through your redundant soul.
Deranged natives take a stance to shield,
Isn't that yourself, this war you rage inside your head?
In your mind these words form, subtle shapes adorned
But a vicious motive lies underneath them, pretence and lies
Tarnished silver you are
Never worth the gold nor a price.
Always fighting the world
And never being who you are.
One day you'll look back,
And see nothing but misguided pride.

Only the Man animal
could love a Tiger cub
who will grow enough
to eat that sentimental

there are no secrets
secreted by one yes;
as the universe peeks
into all our corners;
outed and open; everything

Silence weighs heavy
As it dances across my soul
Doing graceful pirouettes
As the darkness encroaches
Muted sounds of yesterday
Echo softly in the distance
Until naught but reverberations
Linger in faded memory
Like laughter that never was

An end for every beginning.
The price of being; to one day
Not. Still some eat their cake
To keep it.

I have been more mis- than
Understood in my life.
I speak in symbols, meta-thoughts.
Poetry is

Not for the ones who imagine
Grudges so they have something to
Hold. All I know is that this ****
Plane will

Refuse to go down with us in it.
If it stops, it stays up here
Until we make up our minds to
Land and keep loving. Or jump.

So. Wanna go out for a pint?*
That's what my dad says
Every time we board a plane
To England.

We do everything thoroughly.
Used to go every year, now
His pension only allows every
Other.

It's only right for him if he
Pays. I long since stopped arguing.
He gets tired from walking and
Sightseeing, but his eyes have that

Boyishness during it all that
Makes me believe in a God that
Rewards deserving old men with
Youth towards the end of old age.