The past manifests as a swift wind,
pulling me into a conundrum of clouded flashbacks,
marking the timeline of my life by the phases of the moon.
those illuminated images in my mind
distract me from my broken memories.

The sun would fall jealous at how I admired the moon…
resting high on a bed of clouds, without a worry,
worshipped by mortality-
Like how my mind obsesses over the moon's natural shimmer.

So divine...
and we are just mortals…
figurines below a sky of divinities.

I admit I can despise my mortality
and my daily mortal follies...
I wonder why my house is so cold
I wonder why you are so far
I wonder why i can’t see in color anymore
And the past, it taunts my mortal mind.
It hums the sweetest vibrations of superior light,
grasping me by the collar of my flesh,
Singing about everything i once was,
once had,
once loved…
The past took it away for it's own possession.
Perhaps that is what divinities do;
Possess our mortality.

Now it’s all gone,
and i’m a bitter old soul-cluster
who despises this flesh,
and radiates red that looks like grey,
and will spend my last moments of breath
searching for the illuminated face of the moon,
to bless me with the colorful love weaved into the memories of my past.


© 2016 D.M.V

Moronic feelings
Led me to this stage
Hyperlectric spotlights burning
Faces into brains
Unrejected homicide
Our side is up in flames
Unelected anarchists
Fell to their own games
Barbaric wreck-hugs
Weakened our domain
Undivided enemies unhated
Blame for bloodstains
Repulsive redefectives
Are all that will remain
But standing in the ashes
A martyred carved grave

Directed erasal
Water on hearts
Leader/Unleader
Science of Art
Oxygen wasted
Life torn apart
This. End. Is. Us. Now.

If I die then I die
Where’s the harm or fun in that?
If I fall I will fly
I inspire truth’s attack

It's been a decade since i’ve seen my beloved… the last time was bittersweet. You left me blue like clouds ******* the hue out of the sky, and releasing warm rain that purifies the unclean. I smelled the rain. I bathed in the burning cleanse that gave me life. My life.. like a blanket of recycled cloths, patched together with fraying threads.
I was Cleo, and you were Osiris… I broke the bulb and bursted the light, and awoke in your darkness. Your darkness that I could taste like ****, sweet,somber lollipops from the waiting room of your fortress.
I can still feel the crevices of your patterned finger tips grazing the edges of my blue aura… I vibrated in your presence and just like that, we were one, together at last without life to tell us how to live… We didn’t need to live. When our lips fell dry of all conflict, you used to say to me… “There is no hell… but the afterlife is blue”
Sometimes now i float through time as if it’s a shopping outlet invaded by stores I have no interest in, striding down the pavement with no intention of absorbing my surroundings… no intention of acknowledging this measurement that tells me the answer of “when”.
You were just a color to me… Once I was a yellow daisy and you were a green machine that kicked and screamed… But once we danced together… we turned blue.
I am not blue because I am depressed, foreboding, or desperate… I’m blue because all I embody is myself, as this colorful existence. You were you, too.. and you were so blue. Your palace was nothing but a blue dream in a blue burst of my thoughts… and your memory was nothing but the smell of blue… then some day suddenly, I smelled nothing at all.


© 2016 D.M.V