The paper crumbs you leave are better than bread,
I walk down your trail and get lost in your forest of words,
You sentenced me to lifelong learning lessons, intricate textures on ancient tools,
My eyes find you on paper, my mind wanders from here, you are nowhere near.

Atrocities bind my humans,
A death race to finish the rat race,
Vicious vigilantes cover your demons,
The premier guides you to your dream ace.

Red stains on the brown sand,
Earth that once sheltered and shimmered,
Skies that rained onto land,
Artillerymen break the silence of the sacred

We push through floods and quakes,
Dancing with grief as we all bilk,
Life plays out like a bowl of flakes
You dunk the spoon and spill the milk

Have you not heard?
No use crying over spilled blood

The sands will dance on your grave,
A ravaging scene of thoughtful revenge,
Grains of sand will fill your grave,
A tormented scene of destined revenge

The broad daylight will be your silent killer,
No more will you hear of the plague,
They light brown winds of a thriller,
A plan that was deemed too vague

The sands have shaped your silhouette,
A deep dark brown dot of an existence,
Lands before time have had this dragnet
You have been dusted out of existence!

The idiot box sings my tunes today,
Dancing stars and grainy images,
Words that don’t mean what they say,
My stars, you should burn with sages

For centuries, illusionists built shrines,
Tombs and tomes that tell of medieval tales,
Hah! Come forth and tell them now!
The ignorant chooses to ignore you,
And the naive will desert their faith for you,
A congregation of folly-minded beings

A black figure stands before me,
Darkness shrouds every corners, tonight I am alone,
The owls hoot from swaying trees,
The cloaks emit depths of despair,
Fiery red eyes, ***** of fire in a heated night,
The thin bony fingers rise up to me,
His lips move, “The hounds of hell await you!”
The fingers wrap around my arms,
“The rest you had, will be the last you ever had”

Dragged through the walls of shame,
Chains bind these hands that hit and hid many more,
Ropes cut through flesh that tasted many forbidden pleasures,
Spikes pierce through the eyes that saw sin,
I am paraded for the pleasure of the unholy souls,
Tonight, they dance in their graves,
Today, the stars burned with their saints,
Tomorrow, all that you knew is no longer true.

Running through the desert,

Looking back at the lights,

Blood boiling through his skin,

They found him naked, lights out,

They found him dead, no breath out



The evidence gatherers came one by one,

Dusting and collecting, one by one,

No external injuries, a puzzle to be solved,

They took him back, a dead man tells no tales,

They wrapped him, his body will tell a tale.



Brushes came out, flashes came on,

Hair, saliva, dead skin cells, stomach contents,

They all were part of a bigger scene,

All had a raging story to weave,

Either to confuse the facts, or refuse a theory,

The evidence is a double-edged sword,

It is what it is.



They locate his friend, who was there that night,

Interrogation and investigation,

The pursuit to get the truth,

He leads them to a dealer, the j-**** dealer,

A rave party sets the scene, for a fiend he was,

Dealing death to kids on the street,

Took him in, but only a short moment he could be kept,

The evidence set him free,

It is what it is.



Back to the drawing board,

They found bite marks,

On the friend's hand, that belonged to the victim,

The moment of truth comes forth,

He chased the victim,

They were both hallucinating,

They were both victims,

The events set forth were devastating,

Arguments and blind rage,

He took his best friend's life,

Way beyond the coming of age,

He had set his life behind bars,

He breaks down in agony,

Nothing can set straight this irony



The attorneys say he can plead and go to asylum,

He cares none for what they say,

He doesn't care what happens to him,

He just killed his best friend,

And he can't remember anything.

It is what it is.

My words don’t appear like my mind visualizes,

A speech-impaired philanthropist swings inside,

Tonight, the hailstorm rides the waves,

I am not on the same page, inside.



My thoughts wander on that plane,

An unforgotten tune lingering in the rain,

Leaving this mere mortal on this plane,

How I wish I can leave this pain.



I need the cover of the Carpathian mountains,

And beyond in the realm of darkness,

Ambient sounds and the tragedy of dropping rain,

I need to leave this page, struggling madness.



Before I leave, I need to confess,

That what the heart had desired for long,

To be on a journey, with my obsessed,

I wish you were on the same page, forever after

What may come, with fire or water,

The Earth can swallow me tonight,

I perish with all that remains, written on this page.

New strings visible on naked hands,

A sense of the poignant moments,

Memories intertwine like these strings,

They loop forever forward



My memories don’t serve me well,

An excuse to repeat mistakes of the past,

I request time for an audience, to stop its duties,

But it won’t heed my call, I am forward-bound



Blaring music from the ends of the room,

The revelers enjoy and soak in the atmosphere,

A confetti clouded room with youthful ebullience,

The disco ball spins around forward



The sky glows tonight,

Thunderstorms and fireworks dance together,

A night to celebrate your existence,

For another year, you move forward.

Hoarders meet at the junction,

An event of gallant proportions,

Spare no one, collect all function,

Time has come to throw action



An assemblage of mixed pasts,

A mob of sorts that have chemistry,

Emotions and feelings that traded pasts,

Celebrations of routine blustery



A meet and a smile,

A talk and a walk for a mile,

Conversations and texts,

A glance and a gaze of ***,

Brood and bitter,

Understood I never,

Hearsay and heresy,

They came in secrecy,

Complicated, why was it?

Differing routes, that was it

Conversations and laughter,

Went away drifting asunder

A comely dalliance,

Unfit for an alliance,

An ephemeral chapter,

Finally creating a loner



Drifters came together,

Tales and fables tailored together,

Each with a tongue of his own,

Ideas and theories being sown,



An inconclusive tale that fits more than one,

A shirt that fits and boots that match,

The forbearance of one,

Rain stormed down on this patch



Rise again and inure myself,

Overtly dramatic proportions,

They crash within self,

Forget to salvage your emotions

Let it all loose with a benign smile.