in the still darkness
liquid crystals shatter
on tattered roofs of houses

waiting for the strong thuds
that would wake the silence
that had cloaked the night

the heavens weep for the broken,
the storm roars for the unheard!

A feeling stirs again
From where, I cannot say
Nor locate the thread
And pull myself out
From the pit...

Two bottles
For sleep, for sanity
Two bottles to awaken
Affinities, Realities
From the slumber deep

Two bottles
To unclench my hands
Wrapped around
The infinite swing of self-delusion
Doubt and isolation

Two bottles for sobriety from dread and misery;

Sometimes I am scared of myself
For the things I have done in my sleep
When the moonlight touches
Darkness' unblemished skin
Revealing the thing that hides under
Torn asunder between morality and evil
A masquerading madman
The victim, the executioner
When the screaming inside my head stops
The unconscious rewinds and loops
A stutter, a breakdown
A momentary lapse of reason
******, chaos, revolt!

A sudden rush of blood engulfs the veins
Sending strange signals into my brain
As synapses fire, I'm trying to figure out
The electrifying adrenaline
Shooting out of my beating heart
I tremble, I stutter at the notion of this
Would this feeling, be just fleeting
Or would it be eternal bliss
Should I investigate, to find the meaning of this
Or should I let it pass, and let my soul be ******
In my death bed, regrets
Of chances and glances passed
Like grandiose delusions
After downing wine from a glass
Are we afraid that we'll break
When emptied of our heart's content
Or are we contented to be empty, soulless and dreary

When words are not enough
To express our anger and disgust;
When no words profound
Can unriddle the inescapable secrecy
Of our grief and sorrow
Perpetrated by the unjust;
When meter and rhyme
Devolves into illiterate cacophonies;
When our voices are lost in the byzantine corridors of the abyss;
When our crystalline tears that pierces the sacred ground does not nourish life;
Then our actions must remain true
As conduits of our truths, our emotions, and our insatiable passion to live and breathe the same august air, and share the bounty of the sacred soil and seas;
To collectively enjoy the warmth of the flames as it slowly devours the firewood
Crackling in the serene silence of the long night;
When words are not enough then may this eternal dance keep the bonfire of life burning through the ages
Like Jupiter's raging storm,
Let the red splotches of dust be scattered through the clouds and start the clockwork of eternity, to free us and forever disquiet our hearts!

Your words haunt me,
Like Yolanda's frantic dance
Before it hits the pitiful slumber
Of government help
A doom violently shaking
The rafters and foundations
Uprooting the byzantine roots of sanity
With torrents gushing from the
Oceanic abyss into the shores
Of the mighty gates of inhibition

Your words haunt me,
Like the wrath of the onset of sleep
While reading Machiavelli and
Listening to jazz blasting through my ears
Inside the libraries of drunkenness
Where dreams are unpleasant
And harrowing in the hazing wind
Flailing rocks at the conscious
Mumbling cracks off the wall
Set up by the guards of the crazy
Crazy spiraling imagination

Now the world screams from all sides
Confusing and silencing the weary
Into a deathly ephemeral sobriety
Fleeting steadily to relapse

The giant slowly crumbles
Against the persistent rot of time
The wind sweeping him off his feet
Flying him straight down to eternity

Here I go! He shouts to the heavens
As he shoots down into singularity