Oh, supple godhead,
I must partake of your fruit
to sate my interminable appetite

My mind is agape
with nonsensical rambling
My heart is in flames
and my body is eroding
But my soul soars ever further

Though you, heroine,
carry the sun on your shoulders,
My burden is superfluous still
We call to arms the hand of man
Stopping the world in its tracks

Until we drift through cold,
and blackened space,
or smash into the sun
Burn all our coal
Our forests wither
And still we dream of angels

Inside ourselves is a cocktail of opulence, greed
Ignorance, intermeshing substitutes with needs
Illusionment our only passion, for we bleed
But we escape our pain with substance

And in altitudes
above our perception,
you sit
And watch
But do nothing

Lost
Stark, implicit misery
Bequeathed to me in infancy
An ill begotten energy
A life's supply of empathy
Through entropy on canopies
Of broken dreams, remedially
Weave, wake world of my empty

Intruding soul upon this blissful inebriation
Waning me from observation
Reservation from oscillation
of constant monotony

Inadequacy
Petulance, wanton aggravation
Though grown, eloquently
dispensing of my qualia born enemy

The self its own; but reverie
I find myself in symphony
My very soul
Elation

I covet the silence
Lost in my mind
Each day when they rise
And begin the rampage

The clashing
And piercing
And smashing
The booms
It irks me
And aches me
With rage
I'm consumed

I'm a stickler for grace
And they're like a stampede
And I'm hiding away
Because this, I don't need

The sun dips between
The shadows of clouds
And in darkness I'm shrouded
When light is so loud

He ninnies
She lingers
But I'm out of breath
My silence a marked
Reason I am bereft

Slam the door to the wall
Make the house shake and fall
There's no reason at all
But you feel powerful
Quickly, coarsely
Not thinking at all
Going through the motions
Your energy tall

You disturb me
Unearth me
I can't get a break
So don't ask why I'm angry
I can't concentrate

2:37am

Spells of sonder sink within my soul
If only to love and be loved
When one so misunderstood can take glimpse
And hearts beguiled by coalescence
Whereupon the mind recoils
Emotion stands on high

Whence fleeting youth foretold of recompense
Allude to thee, take refuge in my heart
O, piercing wind, subtly showing strength
Encompassing earth, untouched
My mind will flitter, clinging close
Adjourning hastily toward
(Un)destination
Together, as one, in truth
Transcendent

Passerby within my mind
Your camera clicks may part
A darkness thick as endless night
With limited reach, alas, does penetrate the light
And so, my candle sparked, I hop aboard
Catch the train; soul of yours, headed toward
Another night, without reward
Another fight, more endless scourge
But nothing quite, can be ignored
Or recommended for
As we are weak and worn
As we are different forms
Pretender, sure, in truth do you bore
Shelter self within the walls of my cerebral core
And do implore
Your every wish, without, needst lore
And every instance sworn

Open ended, gratuitous, and transparent
Synergy restored
As love is love, and hate is more
Individually wrought, but torn
Taped, remade, forlorn
Alleviating self, amor

So, and so, as one, we charge forward
So, and so, in confidence, we pour
-emotions into crucibles of halves of selves, before
But now, as one, so absolute are we, for
Each other's heart we bore

A demon came, and against his shadow,
pressed, I basked in blindness
My heart, he closely observed
and noticing its weight,
thought to offer me a kindness

He asked of me to sell my soul
In exchange, no more would my sorrows be
His promise was of lighter a heart,
a swifter step, and sadness left behind me

I told him this, in quick retort,
for I am no ordinary fool:

Although I may carry a burden
superfluous, indeed
I am a poet, sir,
and thus,
in this forever,
a heavy heart will I need

Petulance
The redundant quarrel
The mind betwixt in atrophy
Though only psychologically
It rapes the soul, the mind of idle insanity

Jaded, wax upon the distant periphery

Perceptive filter overrun and clogged
And emotionally, numbness
In indignant retaliation, drained, apathetic
Pleasure turns to irritation

Socially, drugged, to mask
the pain of aging without progress
As if dragging myself through sodden debris;
gore, filth, disgusting
I am unclean