Oizys, son
From behind the leaves, I saw you, trembling
In your presence, your power strengthening
In the empty, midnight parking lot
While the street lights hummed
And moths danced around your illuminated frame
You turned slowly, onyx eyes of shame
And dirtied bare feet, male hair long and white
The street lights flickered when you blinked and cried bitterly
And I saw, for my first time, the eyes of Misery

Achyls, daughter
You were in an empty field
No premonitions did you wield
An ancient silo in the distance
Leaning over a chasm black lamb
Dark skinned, dressed in black robes
With tribal painted face
Digging earthen fingers into its black lace
When you looked up, I saw your cloudy eyes
Churning of a storm, cataract yet wise
Your lamb had absent vapored eyeballs
The Mist of Death made my skin crawl

Hypnos, son
Secluded in a cave by the sea
A silent, empty place to be
While gray waves crash into jetties
The clouds gather in the distance
Poppies at the mouth changing time in an instance
I go in your palace and rub my cold skin
For pulsing blue glows from deeper within
You, a lanky youth, with thick brown hair and heavy eyes
Sit there with a paper mask
Illuminated by the penetrating glow
In the center, surrounded by whale bones
Humming a song I remember fondly
You trapped me in your Dreams, singing lullabies softly

Eris, daughter
Violates a bedroom with utmost hate
There are paintings of kings and statues of satyrs
Pillows of silk and animals on the walls
Usurping the gold clawed palace
Silent but kicking and throwing with malice
With black skin covered in a chalky white substance
I peek through the crack in the mansion’s door
Lips formed in a silent shout, you notice my presence
Naked and bruised and plagued with no voice
Suddenly stops and lays against a ****** wall
Through your electric black hair
And fiery red stare
I witness a Child of Spite
Woman of Strife

Nyx, mother
I am a crawling shadow of trees
And wicked heart of night
I am the wax on the cold leaves
And the glow of the moon’s light

There is something in my eyes
Where tragedy lies, cold and blue
She sits alone in her room
Rolling twine on the floor
Thinking of you

It cannot please, nor fit to ignore
The present problem at hand
The floorboards are sandy and stained brown
Your skin was chalky white
Too weak to sit or stand

You have eyes of a bull, clouded and glassy
We are strangers in our minds
I see you live a dead man’s life
Alive but not living
Seeking ghosts of a different kind

I am a simple rag doll in a barley field
You are an ox of silent depression
There is nothing here inside my hands
For me to give you
Except a blue veined, pulsing confession

I long to tell you stories of Oracles
Break your solid wall of smooth granite
A strong wall you build for all to see
Where I run my hands down
And point out the stars and planets

I remember there was smoke
And green lights
They flashed and flickered and screamed like sirens
Screamed like sirens
In the night

I remember running
Through the streets, long and dark
Each step I approached a place farther yet closer
Farther yet closer
The wheels of bicycles flecked with sparks

I remember moths
They fluttered with hazel eyes and globe eyes
From the fire they sprung and turned into stars
Turned into stars
And ascended to the sky

I remember your yell
It was impossible to hear where
I looked around and saw only lights and smoke
Only green lights and smoke
And burning rubber in the air

Roaring thunder and piercing electric storm
Spiral static for two lovers caught in white noise
Slowly flickering on the television screen
Granulated face, making your arms a pyramid
I will turn you off and pull the plug
What did you say? I couldn’t hear
So all I did was smirk and shrug

He throws down his lightning bolt
In a rage of piercing blue fury
The movement of your eyes makes me weep
Across the gaseous sky that has condemned us
So we hide our guilt in a black shoebox
Waiting for a light to spark the silence
But silence is the orchid struggling to bloom

We sat in the corner, and you held me like a child
When the walls lit up with pulsing light
Like luminous veins glowing in a cavern
Reaching and snaking across the cold walls
It was then when I heard your chest
Sporadic, charged with life
A new battery in your soul
Yet my wires were still a mess

My hand runs down your spine
Smooth, warm, and in a straight line
But we can only ignore it for so long
That the best love is hard love
It includes bloodshed and sore lips
And scathing remarks, when push comes to shove

The Devil is alive
I hear its suffering
Burnt out eyes and vacant lies
Which whisper in my ear
He snakes a hand across the chest
And lies on glowing embers
To writhe like centipedes in Nyx’s hair

He walks into the kitchen at half-past five
And takes my honey jars
With scabbed hands and bleeding tongue
He licks the sides and cap
Transforms into my wildest dreams
And rearing back at ecclesial verse
Lies with me while I nap

When the bodies are buried he returns home
In the sewer marked with rotting pheasant
Three feet in, light fades and dies
But shrieks of anguish always faint
He bids goodbye and leaves me here
To stand in purest morning cold
Still holding crucifix to die a saint

North Star
Guide me to my arcane love
From your ink black empire in the sky
And with ice picked fervor in a freezing body
I will diligently search where the wild geese fly

Cynosura
Snow innate to crystal regions that shine above the fir
Hold secrets in the footprints that lie so far behind
My love is here, the blood’s still wet against the trees
And the heavy blizzard is yet to filter out my cries

Angel Stern
Guide me to the body of my love
Whose life has laid here for twenty years
But I’ll still search if you still lead my wary path
For now I think I am getting close, faithful lodestar
And for once your light shines bright and clear