#peril
Directionless
Too much gravitation
Welcome to the trigger event
Mother is the muse in the machine
So close to destruction, but still beautiful
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 8:55 AM UTC
modern world
so convenient so deceitful
simple tasks like walking a dog
are given a promotion
to spiritual level activities
but without permission
sun rises and sets every day
and my toenails keep on growing savage
i clip hack and file
return to submission
so far so wound
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 10:07 AM UTC
In place of shadows
sunspots and creases
an embankment the gray of day seizes
nailed to peril as a savior
pushes out all traces in its labor
Dust and smoke
--the heartless void
above the faded ring of hope
say a sated prayer
for your fellow wayfarer
I'll shield your body between
the rays and surface
I'll be your dark clouded step
when your own feet fail to purchase
into the ground they sink
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 5:38 AM UTC
Back together?
How wonderful!
But I have just one question,
For the man in the picture.
When you swore not to return,
And cursed her as a *****
Did you not mean it at all?
My friend, what happened to the dirt you talked?
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 10:19 PM UTC
Blessed are they
who see hope
amidst the perils
of heartbreak.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
I am entropy again
and it’s not the same.
My energy is falling daily,
things look dark, ouch,
I’m all over these days. Umbral
shadows dashing yet slowing my ways. Luminous
photons, in my eyes, positive, but accelerating
away so negative. Fingernails, chewed.
Random urges to ***** tasting for a pink hue.
If it’s a cool night, with my pills I’ll get physical.
Eyes on the inside bruised black and blue.
Confidence approaching zero, thirsty,
I’m feeling for clear shots.
Mind is dazed, I taste the craze, and can barely rhyme.
I’m all over myself, so I’m on nothing when I see
her creep out sometimes, taking my space
blocking the Sun. I’m sad, tempest-tossed,
old shades arise when she appears;
hurt, jealousy, anger whispering.
I cry from the inside, burning tears.
I’m locked within myself once more.
Who am I? Lost but not found.
I can’t take this any longer.
Why does she pick so late
to pixelate in my mind?
She lives as I die. I beg for mercy!
Frightening, so ******* frightening,
my happiness isn’t conserved, but why?
Hopes, laughs, peace, joy, love;
broken, tears, death, fury, darkness.
I can’t survive with this mentality,
I testify I can’t touch the sky.
Do they ever truly leave us alone?
She flies over my head,
please help me. Why?
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
I'm gonna crash
I'm switching lanes
Like a spinning fan
I osalate
And I'm in danger
I'm testing fate
My life in peril
There's no debate
My chance of survival
Obliterate
My chance is slim
And I am on
My last whim
I'm hanging by
A single limb
I'm bleeding out
I need a stim
Like a med pack
I need a chopper
For an evac
I need to run
And not look back
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
when north
weird hep
exactly danced
grassy knoll
she'd wake
in bed
there then
flee Bondi
thereafter that
dramatize her
skin tan
with splash
of coconut
thus vacation
only hinder
her stay
here again
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
The teary rain could not hold back, nor
Hold in the torrent of tears
Just as the sound of the sea roaring
He wept
Enmeshed in the ever so scary black clouds
Imagining life beneath the earth
He raged on without mercy
Outpouring, crying, with no reservation;
In his rage, he looks on
To see small; little rather, creatures
Running helter skelter,
An evil grimace sits on his face
As he sends terror on Mankind
Rain;
In his glory
Peril awaits, dooms days, no mercy
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 5:29 AM UTC
somewhere in there
sounds like a kid
searching for another permuta-
tion of himself, some
semblance of a would-be he won’t hate.
that’s me, I’ll never run out of pain.
this genteel ache,
this conclusion, has nothing to do with choice.
there are some ***** born broken,
those unobtrusives with chapped lips, glancing up for
drones that might pick them up
then throw them to another Earth,
those who like getting into strangers’ cars, laying their head on the
dashboard that’s softer than their bed.
they on cold nights like to whisper to God: ‘we
don’t like this experiment.’ we are more
than warning signs of civilization in peril.
dead and gone.
don’t refuse exploitation; that’s how we still feel useful.
don’t the characters in some books make rooves out of leaves? too
dogged to prioritize shelter, though. too
drugged to maintain another thing
doomed to crack and crumble. just never enough time.
days flow by like silk into a sawmill. In the
dark we try to see if we still stand on strong ground, or surface tension.
such is
the rhythm. feet damp with cakemud. in
darkness we see stoplights turn red, sometimes yellow.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
god made everything beautiful,
even mankind.
mankind painted ugliness over god's beauty and
framed the distorting and grotesques
paintings on their walls,
leaving the eyes in peril display
for the creations of such a beautiful mind.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 4:39 AM UTC
I.
The black ruin exploded
on that cold night,
A drenching rain hid a peril,
unseen.
With lighting strikes
a thunderous white,
we drove in that hour late,
lost and wandering.
The dark road
stretched like a tight rope,
with twisted, wooded boughs
cloaked around.
We searched the thick shadows
and kept hope,
but chaos is all we found.
Praying for safe passage,
clutching the wheel in fear,
clinging to the way forward,
but the way was still unclear…
Suddenly
the elements flashed a
dagger of jagged disaster --
we veered violently,
with vertiginous swerve and swallow.
sheer horror revealed
a visage, eviscerated –
eyes of deep pitch
and bone, hollow.
Broke and black marrow, portends
no tomorrow;
shattering glass,
splintering wood,
shredding tires,
spilling blood.
Both of us cast into crushing trauma.
…I faded into a murk of the mind,
of Stygian sentience,
slipping beyond, resigned…
II.
Emerging back from a
wild twilight,
where I lingered,
drifting in a diffuse dusk
of a subconscious
dream…
with a flood
of shock sensations!
I awoke to a world of
twisted metal and wicked pain,
extreme.
…“This is really happening?!”
flashed across my mind,
as I struggled to free myself from
the maw of debris.
I could not tell the time or location
of place or friend, but there came
flashing lights and helpful
souls, rushing to attend.
In and out of temporal existence,
my eyes dreary --
heart beat shallow,
impressions of
people and rooms
were bleary.
Numb in my safety,
skating on the surface of an
induced calm, I thought,
“I am in their care. I can only let go and
let someone else steer.”
But I waver to explore
the depths of the well
in which I fell;
I can’t yet grasp what transpired,
and I recoil from the traps --
I resist,
I deny,
I withdraw,
I collapse.
III.
The wet, dark, twisted
walls rise,
reaching high
and ringed around.
she sheltering shock
subsides, and in this
well of pain I drown.
It was only after many hours,
from the moment of
impact,
the difficult work
finally began.
To try to come to terms with
the meaning of this hard fact,
to wash the fear from my heart
and the blood from my hands.
With bracing clarity
I realized
how close to death
I had wandered.
All that my life stood for
and meant was crystallized,
and yet
there was so much weakness
and Fear I had not
conquered.
…And the tears rained down,
drenching my face…
I reeled in despair, clutching
in anguish at the reality,
my mind was white
with grief.
My short life had conceived no honor,
no art,
no lasting vitality!
A legacy of wisdom and
love was imperiled,
nearly stolen by that
phantasmal and cloaked thief.
IV.
Reaching out through the tears,
calling on my savior for help,
I cried out for a way through
the shadow, clinging to
a hope.
Through the blur
of hot sadness came
a human face, with eyes
sending love, healing, empathy, and care…
Her voice and presence was
as an angel from above.
Her tender heart
struck like a thunderbolt
of compassion.
I was instantly drawn out
from the deathly well,
and the darkness was
dissolved;
I was saved from Hell.
this Motherly embrace
came and whispered soft
words of consolation,
as she held my soul aloft.
I felt my hope
returning, I saw my
life revived.
This dawn,
I was thankful that
from black ruin
I survived.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
*the wind blew
through an eastern sky
the land was barren
thirsty and dry
there they stood
in the meadows eye
bearing the same colour
as you and I
men were savage
one could hear them cry
wearing voice of the devil
about the world in peril*
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
good, so good
that's what they say about it-
but when I peer down at the scrawl
led-dragged, so heavily
I know it can never be enough.
bokeh lights and smoke streams
an insignificant metaphor-
just as Love is an understatement.
bullet wounds don't match
how hard You hurt.
discontent gets old
and eight months of displeasure
of dead static psychosis
have rendered me useless;
defined me as dead
to whatever connection I held
with beauty, glory,
understanding.
so good, they say
as the pictures piece together
in the minds hungry eye,
starving to relate,
unknown to the fact
it can never catch the passion;
the poetry is powerless.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
I look down and see the burning of these lines
The deep red indentions
That only form over time
And I'm trying to figure out what sets them off
Emotional peril
Or being weaned off
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
How do I start
to tell people?
That you are
my favorite pitfall.
You've put me
into this battlefield,
without me
knowing all its hazards.
By-and-by
it's your presence,
that I cannot contain
this growing imminence.
I saw this coming
and I got immune to the pain
fell deeply in love
as your light slowly fades away.
You challenge me
you play very well,
used every card
even my pride in peril.
Left alone with the hope
you'll start to see,
all the menace that abrupts
everything will lead to me.
If this is too much
to ask of you,
spare me no trouble
for I am afraid too.
Fck readiness
fck life,
for you I'd wait
even until the great divide.
Great distress
and jeopardy,
whatever happens
you know you'll have me.
Cold as ice
you pull away,
assiduously
I will travail.
You are the threat
I will always salute,
the danger
I'd fiercely hang on to.
All the risks you try
to put me through,
I'd be gratified
to fight for that single fcking chance to have you.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC