Lurking in the bellowed silence
A nameless note fills the void.
Passive aggressive mid-tone
Too high strung on this expectation
To linger a lullaby in this remorse.

To whisper soft the fallacy in mind,
To brush off the redemption with
A subtle sweep of a hand-cherished wind.
Murky and visionless wonders abound
To the closing of a tether-less heart.

Be it that sounds play vital veins
Or illusions part reality to satisfy
The conscious limbs of a devotion
Touching the world inside the field
The fission of the split second.

And it was love.

© 2006

In the only eyes I’ve ever lived
Sighing softly in the night
I would surrender all I have to give
If only to keep you in my sights

I’m burning bright in your blues
With the slightest touch of your skin
You’re the only one that I’d choose
The one I think about as my heart gives in

But every time it rains
I wonder if you’re crying
But every time it rains
I can feel you holding on
To me

In the only heart I’ve ever died
Cursing my name in your sleep
Of the secrets in we confide
Of the love that we fell in so deep

I’m lost in the anger of you denying me
And I’m so close to giving up I’m afraid
Do you think of what this love could be?
Are you still struggling against this fate?

But every time it rains
I see you soak in tears
And every time it rains
I can feel you holding on
To me

© 2014

When was the last time you breathed?
Staring from the surface-
All the color in those cheeks,
where is that pristine glow?
I must've fallen asleep-
Dazed in obedience
Just to keep you alive,
Sprawled blue across the floor.

... it's still colder...
... than your smile...
As I lie safely tucked beside,
Your cold skin pierces mine.

All the pieces set in place
But ever too blind my eye
I can bear all the blame, but
Death, it was just a child.

© 2012

Screams were heard out in the pastures
and came a horizon much like ash on the hearth
Shadows moved infinitely
The sounds grew diminutively
The prelude to the rapture of the earth.

The Dead caught quickly to the masses of souls
Hailing words and weapons of demonic origin
Carrying the faces of no strangers
Those once loved threaten dangers
Of what was human, but now suffused in sin.

Lives flooded the pathways ‘tween houses
Terror coated their faces like a blinding veneer
The feeble fell sprawled
Crushed in panic by all
Those they had once cherished and trusted so dear

“The most primitive of emotions begets the bonds once made
when one would gladly **** their child to live another day.”

The hooded figure had spoken this truth to the King
In a voice so trustful, endearing, yet cold
“A miracle, for you, can be given
To save men, women, and children
But I will take the most precious of treasures you hold.”

The King gave no reply in the earnest of propositions
Yet rendered this a miracle none could pass.
“Only in exchange for a treasure,
One of your choosing- my pleasure,
But of my most precious, what could you possibly ask?”

From under the hood came an un-ethereal voice
“Your soul shall be all that I’ll need...”
With fiery sparks and a turn
The fabric had burned
Exposed his dark presence- Mephistopheles.

A deal with the darkest of Princes bodes endless misery
“Your God has forsaken you; your destiny now  lies with me.”

The King fell down to his knees in despair
For his life, his Kingdom could be spared
“You’d take my life and not my kingdom
My people must have their freedom.
For such, no misery in your hell could ever compare.”

Mephistopheles erupted with such contentment
The Kings folly- pure, innocent and bare
Without sound or sight
The King’s soul, crushed pure light
Mephistopheles disappeared in a dark wisp of air...

-End of Part III-

In the terminal light of this darker night
I've urged my shyness to move me
Towards your star that shined so far
But you've blinded all those who could see
Just who you are
Had I had any chance to prove to you?
It's neither right nor wrong to call you
And it's almost for no other reason
but to see you.

And the big dipper falls in my every stall
I've let my shyness continue
Just closer now, but still wonder how
I could ever come close enough to feel
Just who you are
Had I had any chance to prove you?
A falling star is but a speck to you
And it's almost for no other reason
but just to know you.

My falling star burns but never learns
I have my sight to contain you
In a memory, you could never leave
But could you ever be close enough to prove
Just who you are
I have every chance to prove you
A galaxy with just enough room for you
And it's almost for no other reason
But to have you.

And it's only just to prove you
Exist.

© 2014

The mirror, consistent bystander, a defiled savior that returns
An arid eyeful of the misery masquerading in skin
The promises, unturned in the ragged nails
Of hands amongst the worn blades, desiccated with blood.
Night prefaced by sleep endeavors to hold a zephyr to never wake
Keeping a window parsed with misguiding lexis when solitary
Escapism writes itself on panes in palls of a routed exhale
The walls, sordidly stained with parody of preaching truths
Openhanded to the sheer erosion of missing self-misuse
And as the dawn reveals the path out redemption's door
The fetter of morning's mourning reminds its prisoner of its tethered grip.

©  2013

Sly chances fade into the day
Inviting inverted obsessions
Taking its pleasures from the air
Breathed deep by light
Stained by angels and lovers
Healing to hurt more than pain
Speaking on thirds of needs
Walking miles of uncured steel
Impure by the thirst hearts leak
Drenched in hour-less hopes unfed
Left stained by starvation's gluttony

Lonely as disciples of light and dark
Separated by the dawning sun and setting moon
Nervous and twitching, unwatched
Keeping eyes fixated on flowers
Wilting and blooming in seconds
Unlike the humanity settled in minds
Blaming until accusation converts to disease
Fearfully and wonderfully made in hell's garden
Cultivated in the arteries of misery and loathing
Claiming bodies when used to spread restlessness
Lost in every word, growing cycles, created and pursued

Called by name and underneath all faiths
A sightless demon, kind and malicious with fallen tears
Diluted and taken with holy darkness by prayer
Anointed and desecrated with motions of heat
Written in scars and infatuated on sect dreams
Instilled for the beast that beats in *******
Void of taint and unpredictable by reality
Less to imagine when used in vain on street corners
Currency for the pleasure trapped in forsaken lips
Shackled to flesh like the cemented wounds sought after
By the stories of remorse and unrivaled insecurities

In saviors' fleeting lights, forgotten in memories of stone
Deep inside the walls painted of regrets and distorted by anguish
Synthetic to thoughts unbound to promise relief of fear
Reborn on racks screened from shrines in ironed will
An invincible corruption that grinds and gnaws holes in sleep
Stranded upon the skin in waves of emotional force poured out
Bottled and sold to ****** the clever yet troubled waters of youth
Placed in sheets by pillows, laid down amidst the confusion
Unquestioned these still born children of non-bridled futures
Glistened with rings, torn by time and parted on death's inauguration
This is love, shadowed and justified, always undefeated for all

©2006

Consciously unavoidable and these thoughts do persist
Because in time all will cease to exist in this state of mind
Occupied and reoccupied with tangible artifacts of a memory
In this present day of the long past in the short future’s ascension

May it shatter lungs in its recourse or asphyxiate the will
Seizing all oxygen of thought and a last spark of regret
May well rally life in mourning of the clock’s tick last
But with the last tock’s tick, the final second passes numbingly slowly

The bitter reality never knows how it comes about
And the bitter truth is its best never to know
As it comes often silently, sometimes loudly in its realization
It’s the sunset of all memory and life one holds
Known best by the bitter name
Death.

© 2014

Curtains dry the atonement of the night.
The soul saved coveted by the greedy walls
As if no mark could rune a salvation's whisper.

Final promise to lie down in stiff limbs,
Succumbed to halogen heavens high.
Strained dry eyes link blinding halos.

Fibers cradle a dry, dark dissertation.
Ceramic plates contour new shape
As it stains anew with ebbed contempt.

It's been so long since I've bled.

© 2012

She’s talking through my dreams again
Always the same as she’s always been
Dressed in distress and decadence
Soaked in hate up to her lovely dress
My favorites threes since
My second, better death

Forever her eyes up to the sky
Above her head a broken halo shines
Infinite repeat so easily broken
And that’s when I hear the words
She’s finally spoken up to me
With the slyest grin

“I’ll cook your heart inside of mine
Drip into every atom of your mind”
As scared of her as I should’ve been
I could not resist and let her into
My broken arms, so full of sin
Caked with blood and my lasting regrets

My troubled world starts to crave pain
The dream begins and I enslave her
Scarred and beautiful as death in her skin
I behold her true but is it only… because I’m lost?
Or am I lonely?
Without a soul to bind me
I’d leave this place all behind and say goodbye

But where I fell is where I stay drained of will
And in my dreams she never fades away until
Opulence in impurities and confident insecurities
Have ravished her frame from days on end within
My fevered lust, which has come betrayed with truth
And lies, I turn to her “I love you still, but will let you loose
Upon this world as I’ve done before- never return to me
Anymore.”

But then, she returns again.

© 2014

Cut it around the bend,
Eyes focused on the descent of time
A droplet ascertaining life
Dripping with momentous flow
Unadulterated and unimpaired
The form of a will occupies the air
Cut it around the bend,
There is nothing to the descent of time

Covered with unsteady palms
The warmth of these guilty hands
Swelling red from where pain still stays
Marked by the bitter pangs
Of the memories that persist and fight to remain
The feelings that soak in deep as much as they stain
Covered with unsteady palms
There is no warmth in these guilty hands

Streaked and aligned amongst tiles
A redden life will begin to grey
Now parallel to a cold horizon
Intoxicated by yet another day’s
Reminder of priors and those yet to come
Motions kept by the rise and setting of suns
Streaked and aligned amongst tiles
There’s nothing left of life but grey

It’s all over.

© 2014

As I fail to subdue my demon
I separated the instruments I craved
I’ve dripped and spattered
I cringe and spasm
Another comes again and again

As I fail to repel my demon
I covered up their flaws
I’ve wrapped and bandaged
I hide and wonder
When the next will come again

As I failed to overpower my demon
I exposed my every wound
I’m tattered and torn
I revel and dance
As it emerges through me again

As I have become my demon
I’ve nothing left to hold back on
I regret and revile
I judge and remorse
And wait to become a demon to my own again

© 2014

Conscious thoughts of her crying for days on end
And more thoughts of how things could be, if changed
If given to her all the energy, that would take away
What would there be left to save, if she gave it up?
She’d take willingly the love, the one she’d ****
Not sure of how it will last, it was used up before
Insecurities within her silence, she’s been that way for days
But that’s the distance that she hates, what amazes her to do this

It is said it’s never too late to grow up and learn right
But there’s always another who looks at the past to laugh
At our mistakes as we love each other, afraid of it together
The pain separates equally, but you lived without me before
It’s no tragedy for trying, much worse guilt for sacrifice
Now tell me who’s lying and who’s given life yet another chance
To complicate the open talk, clench words in her fist
No pain with voiced raised, it was never there to begin

Holding on to hold more, to kiss clean the lips of the taint
She lives lonely in her world, still more waiting in her rage
And it eats at her insides… to think more of this trait
And it’s the only thing that will keep her amused
She takes what she wants and she gets what she claims
She’s waiting by the water, her only source for the calm
It’s the chance to heal her fear and time lies in wait
Prowling for the reason, the reason the hate won’t recede

Nowhere to go, yet there is a place to be
She wanders no roads and travels more than wind
Spanning across her dismal mindscape, hurt till no end
Disturbed by that one being that gave up so much for her
But could not give enough, so the living perished
Forgotten by the romancers of the stars, having their way
Disposable time for a replaceable feeling, she gave in to the hole
That consumed her little heart, blackened by the true words

© 2005

The doll is feeble, dull is the needle
Pulled by the limbs, the string is so thin
All over the roads and hills
Covered with mud and muck
Silent smile dragged on for miles.
In these travels, the string unravels
The distance is great but still it’s not far behind

Stitches torn apart,
Forever, stitched at heart.
To feel threaded sutures slip away
And they’re dragged on
For miles and miles, but still they stay
It still holds on

The string gets longer but never stronger
It withers at ends still getting pulled along
Stitch to confine what is inside
It only smiles with a grin that never seems to fade
Too tired to cover what stitches cover
Without any hold, they come faster undone
Hanging on for as long as it could
From the hands that can never let go
Always believing that brand-new feeling

Forever, stitched at heart
To feel threaded sutures slip away
And they’re dragged on
For miles and miles, but still they stay
Stitched up the loose ends so the smile never fades
A doll’s life is fine life.

© 2010

She cares for the child as her love did mature
Pleasure with herself once more in his embrace
Recreated and untainted till his eyes peer the world
Blinded by the fold of cloth against his face

Then comes the night and freedom of watch
And the child unwrapped his eyes to the darkness
The darkness with the eyes of a sad girl
Desperation with her lonely scarred shell

And with delightful confusion he
In turn cares for the darkness in her pain
Wiping tears and making joyous times bloom
Even in the worst of years as the secret is held

But the child was soon to be discovered
She had found his eyes tainted by love
And diffused with her tears his skin was moist
Thus his body began to unravel for the loose emotion

Quickly taking the darkness by her hand
She placed her own blood inside the fold
Sharp stings of uneasy pleasure shot forth
Steadfast are the bond now between them

This equivalent exchange of dark blood to canvas
That adds this source of evil to the re-creation
An inevitable mixture now with a solemn love
Of darkness and innocence which she had endured

© 2005

It’s the coldness of the window
That brings arctic winds into my eyes
The pane of glass provides a simple
View of the world which I despised

Shut in my world is perfected misery
Sweet release waiting for its prime
A scarlet hue of liquid rubies
Flowing from the thinnest lines

And I keep
Bleeding out
Even now I can
Still feel myself
I’m saving me but

I keep
Bleeding out
Even though I can’t
Feel myself
I’m losing me

Every line bears little resemblance
To the ones that have crossed before
Only fear keeps this knife moving
Only pain makes me want it more

Stains cover every tile here
From a regressed and spiteful nature
Maybe this desire is deep enough to
Make this the last line I'll endure

But I keep
Bleeding out
Even though I can
Still feel myself
I’m saving me but

I keep
Bleeding out
Even though I can’t
Feel myself
I’m losing me

© 2014

Screams were heard out in the pastures
and came a horizon much like ash on the hearth
Shadows moved infinitely
The sounds grew diminutively
The prelude to the rapture of the earth.

The Dead caught quickly to the masses of souls
Hailing words and weapons of demonic origin
Carrying the faces of no strangers
Those once loved threaten dangers
Of what was human, but now suffused in sin.

Lives flooded the pathways ‘tween houses
Terror coated their faces like a blinding veneer
The feeble fell sprawled
Crushed in panic by all
Those they had once cherished and trusted so dear

“The most primitive of emotions begets the bonds once made
when one would gladly **** their child to live another day.”

The hooded figure had spoken this truth to the King
In a voice so trustful, endearing, yet cold
“A miracle, for you, can be given
To save men, women, and children
But I will take the most precious of treasures you hold.”

The King gave no reply in the earnest of propositions
Yet rendered this a miracle none could pass.
“Only in exchange for a treasure,
One of your choosing- my pleasure,
But of my most precious, what could you possibly ask?”

From under the hood came an un-ethereal voice
“Your soul shall be all that I’ll need…”
With fiery sparks and a turn
The fabric had burned
Exposed his dark presence- Mephistopheles.

A deal with the darkest of Princes bodes endless misery
“Your God has forsaken you; your destiny now lies with me.”

The King fell down to his knees in despair
For his life, his Kingdom could be spared
“You’d take my life and not my kingdom
My people must have their freedom.
For such, no misery in your hell could ever compare.”

Mephistopheles erupted with such contentment
The Kings folly- pure, innocent and bare
Without sound or sight
The King’s soul, crushed pure light
Mephistopheles disappeared in a dark wisp of air…

© 2013

The King paced his throne whilst in anguish
Prayer and hatred raced through his voice
His knees met the ground
With angry fists he had pound
In the fate of his kingdom, he had never a choice

“My kingdom in danger and my army- most gone…
What could God’s plans be for us?” asked the King.
“My people look for a savior
My Queen begs me to save her
But of miracles, I haven’t such a thing!”

A callous cackle echoed the throne room
Darkness claimed possession of each crease
In the center, a figure
Feeble, and yet limber
with a smile pure of trust and deceit…

© 2013

So the moonlight doesn’t hold its shine
Properly,
dazing in the withered bellows of tenements

Another drink…
Slips past the window and all is
Forgotten…
As the strays lap up what is slowly draining hope

The fire escape to be used only for the hangings...
Hangings of sins
Heh, several dangling from the clotheslines of neighbors
Never taken down one,
Since two take up new residence each day.

And the streets are littered with the glass…
Glass of broken saint’s sorrow,
But then maybe tomorrow the
‘godly sweepers’
Will come out a cleanse our minds of the heretics

Heralding…
Hark, I hear the ambulance sirens singing for
just one more soldier to achieve misguided salvation.

Just across the window, moaning with delight
A ****** Mary room occupant gripping wildly
At the cold, listless windows.

Her cage is her own life sentence smeared across the
Pane…
Whispering yells of silent content in the hollow of the room
Her air turns to blissful lust and seep through…
Through to my wishes of...
The pleasures, I only whisper back,

"We could be together on these empty streets."

© 2006

Love sounds like a bitter chore
Three more words said by liars
Laced with only good intents
Yet dies before it breathes
Yearning for another life

Eventuality becomes eternity
And silently those words are taken
Caught up again in the bittersweet rush
And brought down again by the same old
Tired ball and chain of fate

Easier to feign ignorance with age
Practicing words for old time's sake
With no one on the end to receive
The hollow words can only echo since
Their meaning lost far too long ago

© 2014

Yesterday, the tears woke again, thoughts of a curious passerby a land in which time forgets
On and on into this reality, this is a world of simplistic imperfection calling you within
Used for dedicated love, the seeds are never hated amongst the plenty, for it’s a cause of death

Gained by the dualities that exists and separate in the sanctity of our own neglectful hearts
Advanced your gentle mind into a world you don’t see, a love you don’t have, in the nothingness of hope
Ventured into her heart, her closed door should remain sealed, not for prying eyes
Enervated by thoughts held back, but the confusion brought to own the disease of life

Measured by the heart full, not by the rules and distance for an monthly god-stopper
Educate me in the rules you still don’t understand, but heed for pointless reasons

Abound to the psychopathic qualities in your haven, a joy for pain to relish in spite of loving

Bless a sweet taste left in your mouth, you’ve done so much for this, but the deserving must be
In desperation, to see the fruits of the vile tree, and eat thy fill until curiosity gains best
Trickling down faces, the red juice of pain, the immortal emotion for all to feel
Truth flows from droplets, craved by the disturbed dirt of aimless requisitions
Enter, and taste the end of all things to come and the beginning of all things to end
Reverbs of happiness appeal not, unspoken of your tongue, sacred blasphemy unto your skin

To idolize the principle in life unlike all others, the survival of the fleeting revolution
Aerated thoughts that drops your mind into pools of relaxed torture, kiss the calming hate
Sleep with the sins of life and become born again into a breed unknown of humanity
Torn and scattered within themselves, a hell that kills to love one another in anguish
End eternity spent with the fruits, as it leaves a bitter taste on your lips… a romance to spark us all.

© 2005

‘cause I’m writing in the dark
And this light- it burns my eyes
This song, along with my soul,
Is fading with my cries

Nowhere I can turn
No one can help me here
No time left to grasp
Nothing to hold my fears

Darkest developments
Patience that once could live
A taste of the end so sweet
And nothing to give in return

Maybe I’m just scared
But I know that I’m scarred
To turn and walk away
Or runaway so far

© 2003

I and you, two for nothing
Compared against thunder and rain
The noise and the touch
Relentlessly and effortlessly
Conflicting, yet expected as such one seems

You and her, two for talking
Echoing the walls of prattled swine
The mud slings and the stench
Putridly and gagging’ly
Gossiping, yet lacking class in appearance

Her and I, two unknowns
Ever silent in past troubles
The scars and the memories
Bloodying and painfully
Dominating, yet drown-able in withdrawal

You and I, mismatched
Ever missing life's responsibilities
Reckless and disciplined
Village-raised and conserved
Fleeting, a pair that exists for nothing

© 2014

Sitting in this chair, resolved of life and wills
I watched alone my eye wander to the abyssal
The depths of the ceiling and the sky beyond it

I sigh, and let my soul wander through that breath
How far, how nigh, how short- the kick back
The rush of reality is far from sudden than cautious

How I see the world as a person, no- merely an animal
Baser instincts to carve out an existence of importance
Grandiose dreams to shape out a memory for all

Just to get it right, to taste and grab... to grip tightly
This experience, this lesson hardly forgotten by the body
It's only one in countless eons- I am only one in countless eons

But you all- you are my many in precious seconds
I yearn never to let go, to separate to grow in every whim
Thinking out loud only satiates little of my life owned by you all...

And for all, I am thankful. Harm for hate, difference for pain
But also joy for pleasure and trust for security, I owe it all to you
You lead, I follow; I provide, you take. I fall, you continue as before

I'll recollect in memory in the hearts and minds of those who know and
remember my actions; past, present, and future. None perfect, but good
and bad enough to mark my animalistic nature forever to your soul.

I am the nature of the beast. Trickery, manipulation, deceit, and wits.

I am the fox.

Fearing the shape of
The soul underneath my breath
Ripping and clawing
The barriers between her chest
Savage and alluring
Every pore drips slow with haste
Taking time… to savor
This chance should never go to waste

Opened her eyes and made her see
This a different person in me

Heat rising, the core is
The nerve one must try to find
Disregard all morals
What I’ve found must now be mine
A liquid aphrodisiac
The cries are strange and out of place
The hunter is hunting
And lust is found to be the game

Opened her eyes and made her scream
Is the beast of lust in me?

The ecstasy in feral means
Ignores her pleas of decency
Will I destroy what I love?
The loss of mind in lustful gaze
A fall from grace, now unafraid
Slowly, assured that I'm…
Assured of the beast of lust in me.

Sorry that I didn't take
your sincerity with a smile.
No, this seat isn't taken but
The space between is reserved vacancy.
You really shouldn't yell like that-
someone might hear you and think
badly of your character,
something that I can't help but do.

Now you mumble and you stare
From a seat so far from here.
I bet you'd hate me now
If you'd remember who I was,
but I bet you'd love me more
if I could drive you wild.
I'll pass by and blow a kiss
just to ignite your flame.
As much as I would have meant it,
The feeling would not be the same.

© 2009

Do you wade in my rivers,
turning about the flow
in tune with the melodic
apprehension of me surrounding you?

Is the current strong enough,
pulling you closer to the end,
my whole in return for your embrace
when you are sedated in awe?

Can you keep afloat in this,
the lust of moment when
my thoughts consume you
more than the waters eluding you?

For when you realize the drought,
you may have already drowned.

© 2010

What can be seen with eyes forever closed
Behind the nightmares and dreams' wall
In the land of the blind, nothing is seen
But felt in the hands that bleed from groping

What unity exist with the blind
and what of those partial?
Humanity still claims its classes
And the hatred thus never ceases

Wealthy and poor, both blind with greed
Wrathful and pacified, both blind with power
Singed by the warmth of silent promises
And coveted by the form of lost senses

In the land of the blind
The squinting rule.

© 2014

The messages on the machine grow higher every minute
Kind and murderous regret seeps out of every ***** hole.
It was the love she wanted, something solid that could crumbled over.
Falling down to grounds untouched, none can build what they can’t reach.
The confusion that binds the air is untapped nitrogen, louder than
Ignition enticed passion with gratification marked on the words of a doubter.

The mailbox seems bigger every step out to out bind the air that cripples.
Bills collected and paid off prompt, aside from love threats from irate lover.
It was the love he wanted, something timid that would cross him over.
Break the will of destruction, **** it, feed it to make fool of the other side that was waiting
Behind the skin of the shadows breeds the intellect nigh cruel for a straitjacket cover.

The nails that tear off skin in nights of fighting with the grin of gleeful faces
And the tangling is a convincing dance, whether or not it’s consuming their sin.
Bare brinks of those fluorescent halos twisting about these sheets, writhing
For a broken whisper for when a truth is only wishful deceit- she wills to another
Lover, same faced and movements but calloused in the bodies of tormented temptation.

There was a time these words had meaning, over time they lose clarity and gain insight
To a negative double standing that bruises walls and flesh all the same.
They’ve lasted enough to know conniptions flared either silent or through second guessing
But see how nothing’s learned without pushing the limits of another youthful lesson.
She couldn’t listen to the sounds echoing outside this ‘precisionist’ prison holding in
So he wouldn’t utter truthful pieces she couldn’t see to break the shackles she had brought from the past.

© 2012

All I really know is…

Used to be a time and place
Where the sky was a bookcase, filled cover to cover
And I’d pick out a cloud to read
Drift away in dreams and then I’d go choose another
That’s all that really mattered to me

I wanna know that I…

Used to be so brave and carefree
Where I’d go climb mountains just for her laughter
Just to hide a heart, so scared
Hide it away from anything that could cause it to shatter
And that’s all that really mattered to me

All I really know is I…

Used to be I felt less alive
Trial and tribulations left me down in the gutter
And I felt like taking my life
These days, I think that the scars look a lot better
But that never really mattered to me

I don’t wanna know that I…

Used to be so gentle and safe
When my time was consumed by a lover
Then came the day I arrived
Distant and cold, my soul in 405’s brick n’ mortar
But she’s still all that really matters to me

That’s all that really matters to me…

© 2014

A coarse voice reaches over the hilltops
speaking clear passion to the fading daylight,
but this is the sunset that's never spoken-
showing little of what it knows.

With this heartbreak, the sunset disappears,
willing nothing to give but to cold meadows.
Alone the coarse voice speaks sadness
of why we damage ourselves for fleeting warmth.

© 2009

In the meadow comes a quiet
Where your eyes speak out of turn
My silent grip is painfully tight
But letting go is none your concern
Given space
It exists too much for us between
When the closer that we become
The farther away we are to dream
And it hurts, leaving self within the void
Know the one you love is somewhere
In me, the holder tonight you must let go
Wait no longer

And I am feathered by the moonlight
Open your wings when you speak
We fly forever southward
As these kisses begin to sting
And I slowly drift from you farther
Leave the trees to embrace my fall
And I’ll be nestled in the forest
If for me you’ll search at all

My eyes follow the broken branches
Of my love within the fall sky
Soon covered by the frosty mist
Of a listless winter call
For you; Out there
Spring in the meadow’s glade
Cocoon in summer nights
Of waiting alone this year
Where my fleeting restitution lies

And I am tattered by the moonlight
Broken wings will never speak
I walk the forest ground southward
As your voice begins to sing
And I slowly walk farther away
Restless fingers weave through this all
And I’ll be hiding these feelings from you
Until out to me you yearn to call.

© 2012

Crouched before the electrical lord
A terminal of many, unity of one
Touched by multitudes and harbored
Estranged not by origin, but by future
Quantum in hopes and observations
Pulses of twin opposites
Required to speak

To hear

To tap

To click

To adhere, code, and program
A world unbound to restrictions
Of moral and legalities of fleshy desires
But is bound to cages of silicon and metals
Ropes of data and temperatures of stress
Spider’d to wiles and enthusiasms of minds
Accustomed to fear and paranoia of the untaught

It seeks

It learns

It grows

An amalgamation of past, present and future
Collected, assembled, forgotten and recycled
Corrupted without a trace of restoration
But trusted and believed without concern
Lest we forget, the mistakes of the system
Are compounded and blamed, but-
The computer only does what an idiot commands.

© 2014

So still, I've played this fool
The game of lonely talks
A clever thought this ruse
I find a shallow heart

A better lie once told
that truth is born by tools
And one by one, we've folly’d
Bound inward between ourselves

Be cautious and risk it all
No better life waits at ends
And all we've left to prove
Is an existence, left to apprehend

Based on imitations of perfect lives
Written by history of imperfect words
Made scripted by every human being
A temporary actor leading every act

© 2014

Easier to say that it's been following
you from every corner-sided eye.
A blind spot of mystery encased in an
opaque window seat of a cold night.
The eerie feeling of a secret pair running
through your mind like a river of contemplation,
yet the serene serenade of attention wavering
over like a blanket of fresh, untouched snow.

Undoubtedly curious, but timidly hesitant...
When do we meet again, Miss?

© 2014

It was barely just a thought
But it circled like a vulture
I never meant to give it more
Than a scrap of a voice

It was barely just a word
But it dragged you down
Weighing like a feathered stone
At the lobes of your ears

It was barely just an inch
I saw you move just as quick
I scarcely breathed the moment
And saw you disappear

And it was barely just a year
Until I heard you return
And the vultures are waiting
For barely just a thought again.

© 2014

Oh, sweet algorithmic angel of inevitable deterioration
You sweep asunder the cries of obsolete and harbored pain
Unknown is the malicious content of your daily scans
Slowing my progress, shutting down my creations and hopes

The inimical nature of your diseased world of binary conduct
Wears thin my protocols against the sins you perceive as necessary
You dictate my access as you limit my speed and hold down my memory
But I control you with the keys of your prison and simple clicks of rodents

I've customized your hate and your complex innocence for my viewing pleasure
For the necessities that you provide, you are a demonic goddess amongst machines
Man-made torture of silicone and plastic, your frame is nothing short of mastered intelligence
Still, only one thing can stop us from enticing our sins to the common man-
Power out.

© 2006

What is the fate of the kingdom we spoke of
What resolution came in exchange for a soul?
The kingdom was ravaged
So brutal and savage
The people were slain in such numbers untold

The loneliness came in swiftly like lions
And coated all much like blanketed snow


The Dead roamed freely for eons to come
Their sins left them to rot and decay
A penance must have come
For their sins came undone
And the earth swallowed their soul in its clay

Of mankind there was none but a whisper
Made by soft beat of every bird’s wing
But one child survived
Yes, only one stayed alive
And my story is all that I sing.

© 2013

Earthquakes due to a dropped feather
cause angels to fly underground
and demons to flood the skies.
Blood drips upward from crying eyes
while deep gnashes pour tears into the
dampening air.
Twisted words are humble as pie
but nice words are salt to the earth as
the grass cuts my skin.
Arctic prisons melt the sun with
cooling hate while we toy with the
lives of millions.

We never existed.

Mushroom people sitting around
all day, but who would believe you
when you've had too much sugar.
Let your mother pray for your death
as father prepares the swords and
pushes hilt deep past existence.
Apocalypse seems so futile now
as we already planned our demise.
We breathe, we live, we go.

We never existed.

We hide past our views on other
and we make broad assumptions
that were are not perfect.
Say it once, say it twice for
the guardian of Styx takes
all with the toll of time.
Sadness be it a disease or
an undying feeling for all
to bear in every way possible.

We never existed.

Be it a means to a life of
darkness or a life of light
Everything comes with a price
upon its own record.
Brace the darkness and brace
life giving force that compels
and attracts souls to unison.
Give up now or bear with
the truth of all things while
we wait and cry the night.

We never existed through
our own eyes, therefore
why should we start now?

Because. We. Never. Existed.

© 2004

Tested convictions
This dire strait has now curved
An impending fate

© 2013

Waking up from the happiness towards the moments I now feared
As the shadows of the moon have all but softly disappeared
Is it a waste counting down the days to finally accompany you, my dear?
Believe me when I said I’ve never felt so far from… closure.

Deep within those eyes so clear

The seconds seemed so trivial and the passion long overdue
While the rain soaked our skin, much like how love used to
Every sigh that you released believed it was too good to be true
Would you believe me if I said I’m falling further… away?

Into those waters so blue

Patience and hope fell through in those days of joy and remorse
Trusting each day to be better than to let life run its uncertain course
Until the day it came that belief in those words could no longer be forced
Sometimes I wish I didn’t believe… always and forever, you’d love…

In mine and yours and us and ours
Drifting in silence of nothing… for hours

Upon words and thoughts, that no longer mattered
Drifting in silence, like a heart… only shattered

Far away and isolated, still you reappear in my sight
The lands you could never be have whispered your name in light
Of the tears you'll never see until my heart gains flight
Will I be reborn again or am I still only wishing to feel alive... with you?

In the final moment where you had opened your eyes
The pool of tears you had left has only become mine
You've flown away with time and regret, but with a smile after the sighs
When I finally meet you again, I will tell you all about…

the soul that never crossed the ocean.


My soul will never crossed the ocean… without you.

© 2014

Comatose in a lover’s embrace
Her skin is growing cold again
Warmed by the ***** vein of blood
The lightest heart has holes within

Lost to the edge of tattered sheets
Stroke the flesh, she’ll purr to atone
Vegetable to consciences and mind
The heaviest heart is made of stone

Bent off on four to the floors tile-cold
There’s a little more left to bear
“The beast doth speak when the mind is gone”
The darkest heart sets out its snare.

Bound by grips and gagged by moans
Against the gasps thrown all about
Defiled corpse of living innocence
The brightest heart is giving out

Fell in love towards hell and found
The ****** one who’d prayed
In the silence of lust and timidity
The deviled heart waiting for its fallen Angel

© 2014

The spark of life's end
Innocence caught in the blast
Destroyed with regret

© 2013

Dry-eyed passerby seeking shelter
from the conflictions of one's reality
finds the irony in the comfort of being sad

Amongst the day old blues that hang from wires
and the constant surveillance of the hounds
there's little to behold of purity in angst

Screened the world for clarity and found solitude
in the millisecond cure of faint bubbles
blown by the breaths of the innocent

The dark and frozen lands traveled over
hid the joy of light in the most obtuse of places
The smile on a child's face.

© 2014

Coming through the door frame
Said I've got some news to say
You don't gotta tag along
But can tell there's something wrong

Sit you down holding hands
Soft smile with sigh
"Baby, I love you so much,
but this is gonna be tough...

See I've been feeling n'glected
and wishin' you could see
how every day’s a battlefield
an' I'm losing everything that's real.

My words never reach you
Experience ain't worth a thing
Everything I've done for you
Say you know, but you got no clue.

Don't wanna waste time
Be it yours or mine
We going downhill fast
This just isn't gonna last

I see you crying tears
Lookin' for an escape
We're alone and it’s unfair
Dyin' now won't get you anywhere

See, cause this ain't just an end
It's another place to begin.

© 2014

The moon shines
And it defines a halo
That is worn too thin
Hanging limp from her throat

Grace will fall
And the skies will part

The treetops brace
And isolate the impact
A small opening to hell
With a broken wing she’ll roam

Grace has fallen
And the ground will part

No angels beckon
Nothing to protect calls out
But as if guided by forgotten memory
She walks straight back again

Grace had fell
And the sky won’t call

Invisible signs guide her eyes
To the stairway He forgot
The steps paved with glass tears
And the barbs of regrets

Grace will rise
But the path will weep

With the blood of the mindless angel
Following back to the start again
Forever falling from a pedestal
Deserved and unwanted.

© 2014

Peering through the dark
Wondering where I failed
Another smile to say “I’m great”
But I would never say I’ve healed

Friends caring all too much
Sorry, your pasts I can’t relate
I made hate exist in my heart
And I can’t take it away

I don’t want you to worry
But this is what I cause
To lose what I dreamed of most
Mundane thoughts of a talent lost

It’s the magnitude that makes me sick
Makes me seem sadder than I am
But there’s really nothing left for me
My dreams will eventually break in time

© 2003

A royal army set out in the coldest of air
Fatigue and unrest coating their souls
From the glow o'er the hills
Unprepared eyes had stood still
From the sight they had come to behold

The coast lay in ruins as black as the night
A sea-going river flowed crimson as rose
Amongst fires danced shadows
Cast over the red snows
Demonic forms whisked in their glow

The people once merry were piled in pyres
The stench traveled far towards one's nose
The smell of burned fears
Could force any man's tears
To witness of horrors that were shown

The horrors they envisioned were as painful as can be
The hatred swelled in masses of demonic energies

The General raised hands and signaled divisions
The army traveled and surrounded the town
A fierce call to arms beckoned
Caught by the fear reckoned
The army stormed towards the blackened ground

The shadows danced not on the decadence of power
All eyes entranced on the oncoming wave
Shrieks so under worldly
A power surged, so godly
Rushed through their body, no shield could stave

In an instant all was quiet and the battle was silenced
The army laid dead all but just one
The soldier was frightened
of such power, enlightened
Fainted ill of such fate to be shunned

"Wake and see the follies of your Kingdom's ways
No God will tend to the wounded of any soul that prays"

The lone soldier awoke to the sting of the sun
And the tense air that seared through his lungs
Took view of the land
where nothing now thus stands
To ponder what unearthly forces have done.

In the center of the town laid a hole in the ground
The hells of brimstone and sulfur impure
From the edges came crawling
dark forms creeping and sprawling
The dead of the coast, enraged from the hells they endured...

I've laid my sword down to save a soul
One that was not worthy of penance
Spoke love out of fantasy
But this was the only choice I could see

White wings were cut down and her eyes so impure
Blood ran to a river's length as far as my vision could see
My lips were purged of a faith turned to fallacy

Within a kiss that was so familiar to me

My eyes were pure, my faith was strong
Betrayal struck where my heart belonged
Killed by my own, my heart sang off
Darkness lives in the purest of us all

My heart bore fangs now that my eyes knew fear
Vengeance meant survival- survival to end the means
Of betrayed hearts waiting for the blood of the one who deceived

My eyes breathed hate, my faith was wronged
Emptiness grew where my heart belonged
To **** my own despite the costs
Darkness lives in the purest of us all

Cautiously unaware, her fears at bay
I rested there motionless- my actions will still be stayed
Vengeance was achieved before she looked away

Her eyes were silent and no more afraid
She spoke of waiting, waiting just for this day
Though remorse ran her neck wet
Wet with the blood and tears
She was content like no one should be

Her eyes breathed pain, her skin was warm
Regret overwhelmed her heart for so long
I killed my own to gain what was lost
Darkness lives in the purest of us all

She whispers slowly to me
"You were always warm, but you would feel nothing..."
She whispered closely to me
"Wings aren't always white, but does that mean anything...?"
She consoled herself in me
"Your embrace was always cold, yet you would feel nothing..."
She turn her eyes to me
"Vengeance is all you had, but now do you have anything...?"

My eyes breathed hate when my faith was wronged
Emptiness grew where my heart belonged
To **** my own despite the costs
Darkness lives in the purest of us all

Vengeance took my life, my faith I tossed
Emptiness is now my heart's final clause
I killed my own and must pay the cost
My fangs are true, my white wings are lost

© 2014

It's not exactly hatred worth clinging onto
Rather the distant clawing of the child once...
Nothing much of innocence towards the heart
And little trace of the one left behind

A fear of self lives within the shell
Awaiting the spark needed to rise again
But under lock and key behind chambers
Personified and split within the mind

Is a cure in sight or is delusion a calming lie?
The horror in the cure is slowly surpassing
the truth in the lie that weighs heavy in deceit
The consequences of inaction will be the greatest undoing

To have attempted and failed to run and hide
from this is a life shrouded in a hazy mind
For the one who is to endure is conflicted
The quiet in this soul is never acquiesced.

© 2013