I can hear the gasping of a dying child
covered in dusty rubble,
even though there is a howl occupying my ears.
The flaming metal of their incendiary bombs
throws up clouds of smoke
that mingle with the dust, and obscure
the worst of the horrors.
Give thanks that you are spared of those horrors,
be glad you are unaware of the children
who cannot imagine a future
where they can be guaranteed of anything,
except the whistle of the bombs,
as they descend on the innocent,
the jagged shriek of the rifle fire as it rips
another child apart,
and the clatter of the ceasless treads
of the lumbering bulldozers,
that level whole communities.

Nothing that we are
can be allowed any peace.
We only wish to be,
to them our being is an outrage.

"It is not strange to me that we are together now,
at this new beginning this, this white sand beach,
These eclipse black rocks, the sea breaking white foam on the shore."

You show me how two can be two,
And love as one, without sacrificing either one.
The pathways I couldn't identify.
Misunderstood in your thorny throne.
You showed me us. Racing towards the blazing dawn
The opening scene of a continuous film
The feral demons, and vile ghouls that covet the eyes
Flee in mortal terror, when I sing you lullabies.
All you have shown me.
No scrawled declarations of a madman can convey the depth of my feeling,
For you.
You showed me which laws to break, and I broke them all,
You showed me the pleasure inherent in living,
And I reminded you when you forgot this.
You show me your love.
I will show you woven tapestries from my loom.
In boxes presented with Much fanfare,
And others slipped into your palm in silence.
I will draw you in a thousand poses,
With charcoal, and chalk.
In our demon voices we will howl and curse at the day.
I will give you a spoonful of laughter,
That will coat your lungs, and let you laugh from your core.
I will share the autumn rains with you,
Soggy jewels, of wet boots, and a warming fire,
Mulled wine, and the scent of cinnamon.
I will show you vast fields of blue and red roses,
Mad in bloom, free in swaying harmony.
Uncut, free of *** and vase.
I will show you all of these things,
Come with me outside.

The sun just kicked a hole in the clouds
to look me in the face,
as hail like sea salt pelts my windshield.

The gold accented black rose with its magnificent scent, was never ugly.

The mountains are silent
serene
solid in their poise.
Birds laugh in the branches
over those living each day
spirits borrowed
at the prelude to all creation.

Take heart,
love will hold us together
uprooting discontent from the soil of our dreams,
a diligent gardener
devoted to maintaining all
which is beautiful,
all that is ugly
yet magnificent.

And

We with tangled souls
are deemed the unlucky ones,
who've arrived at the revelation
of our own insignifcance
in the greater scheme.
This unknown plan
(This is but the beggining)
(a cosmic comedy).

In the afterbirth of your re-emergence
You are cleansed and pure
but this is not the cause
of this unending cycle.
Hope exists inside you
a lighthouse of levity
no force can deconstruct.
It is part of your humanity,
much in the same way
you are a part of me
and
I
You.

You are the starlight that caresses through the night
of fears. I wish to sit with you all day.
At once blooming across your body
Recreating all of the contentment you have lost,
ignoring the limitless lies of the weak.

Without the rudeness of permanant dawn
They sigh from their purified hearts
Without any of our waking anchors of the evening
Against the science of flawed carbon dioxide 
They hover off of wild doubts of still air
Their minds more than lead planes in clear skies
Floating beside the Poirot
Outside that transparent declaration of ngyzma they are more than kings
Relieved without the weightlessness of drought
Those stiff torsos more than deny they are not unjust automatons 
Without a rough march of hope
The birds pass by naked to admire and denounce them
And they remember our cruelty 
But it is a disgusting screen, an obfuscation 
Robust in their certain church of ingratitude
But still here was a window, shutters, ears
And they Cannot walk completed to that chamber 
And sink without waves out of shadowed churches of the body
Where nothing is impossible, where everyone is impossible 
Here they are not free beside the temples of their torpor
And the entertainment either wakefulness this withdraws them without its awakening
They have ceased destroying, no longer withdrawing downward
To darkened definitive forms of trunks
Their plastic against the most hideous of toes

I am a bug in a bathtub.
After trying to climb the wall
twenty times
and sliding back down
twenty times
I believe I am going to wait
for that mysterious hand
to reach down
and carry me to safety.
At least until I catch my breath
and have another crack
at climbing that wall.

She's barely holding it in
All the time
Everyone shouting from the hillsides
Straight edged and sober
The midwife who birthed herself
Comedy outside in the sunshine
A complete place

Deflowered, they've become
To live under the strain of the cure
To be born completely
Beginning cautious unappealing
Not because we are empty inside
but, because two such things
can never be together

Against Hate
Against Despair
Sorrow, lamentation.
A gentle caress
It isn't that hard
to find peace.

We are on this limb together.
Hold onto me and I will never let you fall,
we can sit and sing together,
if love surging between us is not enough
then we were doomed from the start.
It can happen in the flicker of a hummingbird's wing.
We keep complaining about the stage,
but it is the players that run the show.
We will never quit wondering what might have been,
but the sun shines just as bright now, as it did in the past,
only now it can shine twice as bright, in our future
together.


-I want you to sing, and listen, as the secrets of sustained satisfaction, surge from our mouths
into each others ears.
I want to swallow your brains.
I want to laugh and level a building.
I want to pull you towards me,
I do not want to stop, do not want me to stop, I do not want you to stop.

What returns we will recieve,
if we invest our intellect in concert.

I shall always remember why I stayed.
Crawled through every one of these ditches
just to climb back up and find you there,
together we weaved safety from the meteor shower!

Why would any one want to stop?
Stay here.
I will tell you what I know, you know you want to know, tell me what you know.

No one shall prevent you from loving me.
Let us beat reality into submission, until it turns into our dreams,
Why turn back the clocks, when all of the elements of our hapiness exist still.
Let'***** play, and stop skipping back and forth,
we are the players, it is our stage!

If in one moment I could convey to you
An eternity of my love's affirmation,
if I could plant everblooming flowers
in the places you have lied, fields of wildflowers
formed in the shape of your prone body.

Though far and wide lovers may stray
across the vast horizon running,
trying to catch the day;
our hearts are carrier pigeons
always flying back home to roost with each other.

Why run, I say, saunter,
glide like an eagle,
though you fear you may stumble.
I will send my kiss waltzing to you,
So my lips might dance and twirl with yours.

Venus glowing in the night sky
is still there, though unseen during the day.
So too my love remains
in the depth of night it is a golden sun,
in the glare of day it is a silver moon.

From burning dreams, and nightmares,
flames frozen in the clock face of the mind,
Outside your head is the warmth I carry,
through your open eyes
I project this warmth, as my body in abscence.

When we lie together, let us not speak,
I will listen only to your breathing.
All words will dry up, and we will communicate
only with our bodies. Our minds will bend
towards the singular goal, of pleasing each other.

Arctic and Pure
cups emptied of Western laziness
gratis
Sapphire tears and sparkling beams
gathered from the fields
shining Pez and elecution exercises
Hey Miss, Tell me something
a poem
about everyplace
no fooling, You're so serious
and the serfs of the modern hovels are well behaved
and none
fleshen bodies
heads full of squishy wishes
consumme
my amusement is like a panacea
a corporeal healing
Flying who-I-haven't-people
someone down in my
constant solar blaze,
one who I devote all clear evidence
all the right answers,
fairness
Ignorance always harms our potential
reveal deaths inconsequence and void
flying through tunnels
creating opportunities for life.

Now I finally know who you are!
All this time, you where the only one
I couldn't nail down.
I just hit the bottle with the ring.
I'd sell my sole for a timemachine
back to 2010. So I could stop
O, That's it-ing.

I wish somebody would love,
desire, adore AND trust me.
But I guess I have a lovable,
desirable, adorable, untrustworthy past.
But my gray eyes are supposedly beautiful.
And a picture I drew once
was hung in everyone's gallery.

You don't wish you didn't know what none of you don't hear outside you.

You are so dynamic, darling
I fear your flames
might be raging too fiercly.
You are a fireworks display.
The light and noise
can astound, and dazzle
but you spread yourself too thin.
I would rather you focused
on the blindingly beautiful bursts
you show me every so often,
than burn your fuse at both ends
and bury your gorgeous sky flowers
under barrages of bottle rockets.
I understand that your displays
are not crafted for me alone.
But, I know the spark
 buried inside you
and it is that fire than ignites my desire,
but the packs of jumping jacks
you toss at my feet
only serve to distract me
from your far more brilliant offerings.
I know I cant afford the ticket,
but either way, I will watch the show
from the other side of the tracks.
And launch one of my mortars
like a sympathetic shout
whenever I can do so,
without sacrificing my own sound.

Breathe deep, your airways expand
There is no shortage of clear air
Your thoughts are down...
Unpin your collar.
The heat is increasing
But there is a cool cloth over your whole body.
I know I must stay...
You know you mustn't leave.
Those thoughts revealed...
Everything feels right.
Discovered by you,
Even cloaked, in the night.
You are melting into my peace,...
Your aura of reluctant need glows bright.
I can carry you out of the dark,
Merge with you in the light .
I will heal you where you lie, in despair,
we shall weather, together,
we will find a way.

Digging through your tangles
I see how shallow my roots are.
Who crafted this button,
As if for me...
Random,
I question this...
Why are their so few of us,
And what constitutes acceptance into this cult?
How did I get in, was it just that I didn't leave?
Random,
Like the swell of fresh faces each evening,
However much vitriol or saccharine needed to be purged,
It takes a poet to write well.
It takes a mad man to wish to write each day.
It takes a mad poet to write well each day,
I guess you could say
There is a no sane poets clause.
Random,
Thoughts sparked thoughts,
Yet, not random,
All interconnected.
I couldn't find the bottom of this place if I tried...
My roots are far too shallow.

If I ever put on a fake smile as a deception my face would crack,
When I excavate mirth from the thick crust of your despair
I do not do so in mockery, but as a direct attack on my own self doubt.

I would drink your tears. Not to savor your hurt,
But in the hope,
No,
In the certainty, that given time I can drain some of your pain.

You can give up on hope, but hope never gives up on you,
Even when you lock it out, it is prying a window, or picking a door.
In the twilight of our torment their is a gentle voice
That speaks love into the ears of our soul,
And in this love are the directions, that lead the way out of this maze of deceptions,
And into the impenetrable haven of lovers united.

I desire to enfold you in my adoration

My senses are enslaved to jasmine and your skin, covered in symbols

Please, do not ask me to leave
Feel me open the door to your inner warmth
Elicit sympathetic gyrations, by stimulating your flesh

You lost your innocence long ago
Let me antagonize your lust
Imprison you within my embrace,
Increase the pace of your pulse,
Elevate your heart rate,
Coat your whole body in sweat,
And **** screams from your depths.

The sun will wane in the evening
And we will harvest satisfaction on my bed
And we will rise like the moon,
and drink the shine she provides

We will remake each other, a thousand ways
And cast our inhibitions out the window,
And get lost in the maze of each others bodies.

You will die, and be reborn, in the flash of a quasar,
We will cultivate and devour the fruits of our joining.

We will set the controls for the heart of the sun
Come rise with me, into the ionosphere,  
Do not fear the suffocating void
I will give my lungs to you,
Each breath belongs to you already.

Rejoicing song, is projected outward from my thoughts of you, night and day.
The lovely caresses of life--the call of farlung lovers, coming through
Calm, and certain
This beach we walk hands clasped, come listen to my song
Come hurtle forward blindly with me--our destination is each other.


You understand my joy, and you supply it
You occupy, sing to, and embrace my being -my delighted eyes, the music of my life
my vital answer
Bloom. Come. To our bed. We shall lie together, and simply listen;
New, calm, certain--A man's voice sings from the shadows,
with grit and glamor
A woman hears his song,
"I love you, eternal"

I stand
In the morning.

The water careens off my skin
Cleansed
Purified
body.

I sit right down
And it pelts me
Sliding like liquid hands,
down my back
around my neck.

Liquid fingers,
Life,
Caresses
my chest,
this
daily pleasure.

The kettle bubbles
as I rinse the bubbles from my hair.
I cannot stop
Grinning
My soul,
once held captive
is set free
by the water.
I sink down
in the cool tub,
and I am renewed.

Music
Of Acceptance
And forgiveness
Can mend the wall
It will cure any plague
You are not broken
You wont listen
The pain is on the surface
And the future
Can soothe deep scars
Problems can be dismounted by solutions
Peace is the solution
The walls I've destroyed
Pulverized bricks smashed cement
All are still whole
The constraints you had
Are lifted
And all the doubt you have
and sickness
Rapidly blinks out of existence.

Honest ones, straight shooters and givers
I never seem to find any
Blaspheme you will date a healer
The show will go on.

She stands there listening. She sets her snares snaring Knowing she is a love genius. you know where, she never don't.

She has no baby there. She has a child there. There is no need for a phrase like in other words. She loves only one boy.

She's a settled woman.

Men make love to her sensual riches. None of them are in charge of her britches She tells the truth, and forgives She doesn't need to do such things though.

You forget, she is a settled woman.

She's an artisan. Always knew the talent of giving from her father. That man admitted his lies. Even after death I will not just be a user of you, neither.

Nothing she has done has been labor for him

One man. One Man. None brilliant enough to accept her. Even after leaving her with  one up front.

Before one. She's a settled woman. And few settlers, are love settlers.

As short as the man closes the window. This settled woman, will stay forevermore.

Sunlight streams throughout
incessant steel pleasure
Your shadow rejoices

You slash a wound that is closed.
Reveal what others conceal.
My coal smashed to diamonds.
When I left Richmond, I ran so quickly.

My shallow heart, and sun deprived skin,
is floating away, like dandelion fluff.
Goodbye blue skies... ...unjust... ...evaporate.
Believe his truths... believe what he says...

The prequel of hello, is recognition with the eyes.
Unmapped highways, and hopeful questing.

Scalpel, scalpel, scalpel...

I despise the way the steel sounds.

He underthinks, it is not passing, he is just sane,

There is no reason behind his actions, his gentle turns, Going from sad, To a balanced joy, instantly, He is sane, definitely, definitely, he belongs in a loose black coat, Free in a unfettered environment, I know, and I really care about her.  No one has to suffer, we all can feel sane, She absolutely does not deserve to be put away, she is beautiful, and see belongs here among us. To say she doesn't is ludicrous, she belongs where she wishes to be!

She is perfectly healthy, She must yell at the wall if she wishes too, and caress people, Even more so, she really should think however she feels like thinking, About dull wooden things, That cause her pain, eternally, She is not ******* crazy, she is beautiful, your worthless eyes are crazy!

Deny his sanity, he sees right past her masque of pain, he knows, he sees her with his piercing eyes, it cannot be denied. She is perfect, and she is beautiful, and she is no more insane than you or me!

He is sane as a tailor, I deny that she is flawed, Because as a matter of fact, She doesn't need anything she says she doesn't need. She belongs where she chooses. Because she is beautiful, and lovely, and magnificent, and dynamic, and I love her with my entire being, and that being said, who gives a **** if she is insane. So are the rest of us, but not all of us are crazy, and special, like her.

Outside
there exists limitless bliss.
I set it free
before I stitched shut your spirit.
She flows forward towards
secure healing.
Be calm
your brain may be shattered
it crumbled apart in pieces
without his hate
I see the little snippits she saves
his singular death
soiling the path before me!
this person isn't;
after I sealed my mind
I remembered to leave you
this joy outside you.
Now she is free
she doesn't have to try to be.
My cruelty has collapsed in on itself,
as she collapses against his memory.
She will never step outside
not now, not ever.
Dry-eyed
I will neglect the stiches in your spirit,
and you will erase me next.

Goes terrible without coca cola.

Sedentary currents curl around me,
A cold cloak, of autumn air.
Bare and prone,
I moan in the chilled chamber.

I reach out with my voice,
Sending shouts stumbling down the corridors,
Pleas bracing themselves on the jagged walls.
For a blanket or a warm body, I beg blindly.

A man devoid,
Of charms worthy of mention
Need not grasp hope,
When all he is destined is sorrow.

There are so many others,
Better in every way, fulfilled,
While I waste away.
Never deemed worthy of respect.

Why are my lips never first,
Always the dregs dug up, and laughingly displayed,
To show my low status,
My insignificance and lack of talent.

I just want
A blanket
And
A warm body beside me.

Lean forward
Taste the young moisture
Of glistening skin
With the tears of love, forever found

Supple hands
Caress, satiation seeps in
I watch everyday
I shall never forget

Effulgent soul
Poured into the clear well of memory
Forever soaked
By the treasured flood, of your embrace.

The ice times have past
now is perfection,
the garden spot,
dream times.

Gather up your gear,
spear walking time is here.
The young yarrow is still sweet,
shoots and sunshine
journey back in, time.

Too much of good things time,
never should of sold it
time.
Now
the wishes made
will all come true, at this time.

Time you must be grateful,
the silver lining is gilded,
and their is pleasure
by the plateful.

You're overwhelmed by many things,
desires,
but there's a thing I wish for everyone.
This thing is called pleasure,
and it's caused by so many things.
I'll help you find it,
if you'll follow the signs.
You're sad, but strong, on the outside,
Inside, you can be beyond the realm of comets.
You will feel renewed,
all you will feel is pleasure and love..
Until you are shimmering,
Glimmering..
Speechless with pleasure,
I will make sure
This ends well,
but it will never be over.
It is all independent, part of heaven's bad truths.
Don't forget this, I'm not ******* with you.

Dictated By White Cradle

I shall burst forth in acrobatic grace
everyone should feel my spirit
without regard for anyone's perspective
to everything laid flat!

It is best to express yourself with laughter and singing
The sun disperses all of the clouds, the rain has stopped

Luminosity

When you disregard his cons, and focus on his pros...
I do not Mourn the things that his hate has torn down--

A soft mouth; a scarred wrist;
A knowing brow; a sheen of mist.
New languages of love and leisure;
A keen ear; eyes that belie pleasure.
Short, powerful limbs; and a mystic smile
Radiating warmth, kindness, and dark knowledge--
Deep debts, he owes to the spirits.

What unbound winds answer, when he speaks of you.

In his deepest reveries, and contemplation of the miraculous nature of the universe,
He marvels at how exceptional YOU are.
Having measured your virtues,
weighed against his flaws,
he arrives at the realization of deepest reciprocal love,
such truths deny denial.

Summer is here
No you can't see her
You are far too young
to hear the stillness of the animals
you can't taste it in the water
Summer is good for you
I am here
every cold mind agitating you
outside the box you think of the young man
and forget all of the bad times you shall not have.

Once, I was excluded from love,
in bitterness I cursed all that I saw,
not knowing that this bitterness made me anathema
to the very sensations I pursued.
I spread hateful ideology,
made every effort to share my misery,
shouted condemnation at every pair of clasped hands,
every kiss I saw made me retch.

The bitterness welled up
and poured forth from me,
reppelling loves valiant attempts
at liberating me from my tower cell.
From my relatively pleasant existance
I fashioned my own tailor fitted hell,
which I wore everyday, steadily collecting filth,
so soiled I had become.

As I lifted the last shovelful from my early grave,
and prepared to climb down within
with my list of grievances against God
stapled to my shirt, so I might never forget,
my foot stepped out into the pit
but a gentle hand clenched my shoulder
and pulled me back from the hole,
and I turned and discovered love...

It does exist,
none need be excluded, if the feeling exists for some
all can be included.
Love not for the pleasure of it,
but for the pain, and strain,
so that we may constantly measure it against the ache of loneliness
and remind ourselves, that while love may be a neverending battle,
surrender to hate brings nothing but ruin.

I am the sear of steam
I am the blackness of the pit
I am the killer of mothers
I am a dull razor
I am a red dirt nightmare
I am an unyielding cruel desert
I am a black and white, dead fire
I am one of many hated
I am the naked winter branch
I am the teeth of the serpent
I am the dry and desolate plains
I am the bile bitter phlem, you spit out
~~~~~~~~
You will hate me
In the flicker of an eyelid
You hate me
As the hail pounds everything
back into he dust.

Do not deny it
the scent of the simmering ***,
bubbling with cravings,
a ghost in a dream,
a room, or a few,
with defiant candles
and shouting embraces,
and wine that flowed
like blood from the stump
of Marie Antoinette's neck,
at least that is how I remember it.

The antidote coats my body,
The antidote heals from the outside in,
The antidote is easily found,
The antidote is revealed before your eyes.

When falling into a Hero Trap
always bring your First Officer.
Nuke some backwards Aliens
and you can be sure they will
get back at you with a vengeance.
Forest moons
are made for Death Games.
Bloodshed and deprivation
belong in front of the cameras.
Technology is for tyranny
and ***** princesses look best
in blood red bodices
when they interview perimeter guards.
You Will Marvel
at the spectacle
of a ******, a badass, a chubster
and a gunface
storming the set
with flint napped spears
and a hijacked  hover-camera.
Sit in spinning Jenny,
and pass me the crisps.
You touched the cone,
and Enhanced women know,
York is hot.
Somebody get the forklift,
the Biggun is down,
and the fraggin' BBC wouldn't know
a solid gold classic
if it crashlanded in their laps.
Some say he put on all the weight
after it was cancelled.
At least we got some Hot Fuzz,
and the only good Zombie comedy...
Ever.
Artefacts were made to be forgotten.
But I wont fall into that trap!

So little is independent of

a blue handtruck

desiccated in the sun

across from the black cows

Let's dance to the song of dawn
Radiate through space,
Erase the hastily committed mistakes,
Above the dawn shine, carelessly flitting.
And Clarence climbed yet another rhyme
To pass a question when you are near.

Harlequin leapt to her feet with a mandolin laughing,
And sang, “He dances for you!,”
Curling bands of incandescent viscera,
Dappled bodies sway beneath the bass,
Awake to the sensual reality of six experiences.
High above the canopy, in the cave of lost reality.

feel...released.
They cannot lock you in their box,
They cannot sterilize your mind,
and only you and a guest can get in.

You will arrive,
You can stay,
You hold my set of keys,
Let me convince you
I will try to lift you up, when he lets you down.

We can
Right now.
You can share your insanity.
I will always listen, seldom speak
You can be your own liberator
They can't quite grasp, what makes me, you.

It diminishes,
this locomotive of doubt
No longer in unwilling *******,
I seeps into the seams,,
and flows down from above.

to take you to a feeling....Invigorated
Fulfilled, and relieved,
that their eyes can see you, for you,
and not who even the slaves, dread to be.

You shall never be bound unwillingly
Every key I own, I give to you
Snap the chains they have slipped on your mind.

Light
Rushing towards unity
Halls of starshine
Fashioned from gemstones.
Complete masterpieces
Healing
Bad blood is washed away
Your touch
Paints the multi-verse of my imagination
Every colour in my mind.
Let us forge a better tomorrow
Out of the light we have found today.
Exorcised demons, of hateful words
They have lost the war,
They have been silenced,
For now.
Diligently snuffed,
The flames of mounting anger.
Open your spirit
And greet the light with open arms.

Oh, heart eyes,
say,
you naked?
body just like
     Kissing white moon lips

Flaunting ***** pictures

Think feelings  
Want away 
tight ****   
    make room
       Know Blood,
          Pile day.
Tell things
    Drink love
       Face Night
Life Time Earth
  
    
Way long eyes.

On a smooth cushion of silken air

I stand moderately off kilter.

We are elated and healed

Everyone is astounded.

We stood there like living sculpture,

We fed each other hope and affection.

I will kiss you eternally

I will never treat you like a slug.

On a smooth silken cushion of air,

Standing moderately off kilter

I don't get rude comments,

From adults, strangers, enemies and teenagers.

Everyone greets us with Hello, hello.

And then laughter hijacks my mouth.

You have been unshackled

Their death, my life, our cradle,

Our bodies, our souls unfettered.

On a smooth silken cushion of air

We will lay, moderately off kilter.

He disperses like a tame cat
consumed by sober clarity!
Letters shrinking in one torn down area
his impermanent antisocial self righteousness.
Never a bottle in his hands he sinks
never affecting change in anything!

With determined stride outside
those who don't labour dying on societies cost.
Never with a cat they seem to carry around most proud and smooth.
To no one he is a sunken benefit on death's path he is found!

This shrinking letter who give a toss
stand still like a functional individual!
Contributing everything, but stopping strife a temporary petty threat!
Shrinking as society stops coming together from the top it will end!

Purity, modesty and charity the new news society won't uphold!

The Blind Author.

In the deathlands of night,
where you can't hide from what has gone,
the eyes of recollection are ripped open.
And once the eyelids of your spirit have been shredded,
all you can do is stare, stare, stare.
Back across the years
into the puddle of possible pasts,
searching for just the right reflection.
The perfection you put your finger on
and felt pulsing beneath your passion.
The fragment of time, folded up,
and stored away, like a ward
a barrier against forgetfulness.
This is all that memory demands.
A little place to call home,
where doubt and hope don't dwell alone,
a vault for each shout, each tear, and each moan.
A freezer to store all the flesh, and burnt bones,
of a thousand sunlit paradises you saw
destroyed before your eyes.
A room with a voice
that can pierce the brashest din
of just-forget-me's,
and we-never-should-have-been's.
A land of straight razors, and special souvenirs
we keep safely nestled between our fragile ears
a monument of all we are
a record of our years.
An echo that will never disappear.

At no time in my deranged youth
Did I ever grasp the full breadth of the truth.
A living death is sown by us alone,
In a paradox of pestilence
We are our own entropy.
From a rancid repellent abyss
I have climbed forth,
Cloaked in your memory
I storm forward, knowing that I shall not falter
There upon the alter of life's trials
I found a token of acceptance, a funerary charm.
From the dust of a bygone age I will mark my place.
Your hand grips like the talon of an eagle,
I found salvation in your touch and cellular synthesis in your stare.
Now months past the playful begginings, now,
I find your skin particles still cling to me,
Magnetized, electric connections, remind me of our bonds.
Though ******* so perfect, would make slaves of nations
Swayed beneath the legions of laughter marching forth from your mouth.
I cannot crucify your image, though I martyr myself in your name,
In the depths of my shame, your gentle presence remained,
A mirror to the pain, a white blouse stitched, lightly parted lips,
Bring back that ethereal face for one day,
It helped me to battle, and brave the night,
The fight I fought, was for your touch alone.
Now you touch me with different hands,
You choose how you touch, I take what I can get.
It is the meaning behind the caress that abolishes my regrets.

If the trees can feel sorrow
then we have reached the apex of sorrow.

It is a screaming sadness,
a swansong shriek we will all be singing soon.

It is a howl that must be savored,
for when the screaming stops
that's when the pendulum drops.

No number of armed guards,
freeze dried mre's, and cold concrete
will protect your neck
when the blade descends
to the point of termination.