From birth until now
How I’ve loved you,
Wonder of my soul-
The light that shines home
A universe I would build for you
As time marches on,
My days grow shorter
And vision begins to blur
Unable to see the greater beyond

But should you go before me
Know that I’ll be right behind you
It will be okay, my sweetest princess
(I don’t want you to go)

I’ve had my fill,
Saw the heights of the hills
watching stars shoot across
As I wished upon them all
And you came to be,
Miraculous and free
I knew heaven was real

So don’t waste a moment,
Looking back at what could have been
When your future is bright
And our time is running out
I’m up and over all my best days
But if I could do it over I’d replay
The very moment you were conceived
Was the very moment I came to be
I just want to make you proud
Before I go.

But should you go before me,
I’ll be right behind you
Slay any demon calling,
Until we reach singularity
Know on my death bed, darling
I don’t want you to go…

Years carry weight,
I’m drowning in sorrows of regret
And hoping the tide won’t take you
But I know, as you grow, you’ll fly the nest
Find your own in and out of our orbit
I’ll wish upon the stars that take you-
To your destined path
I hope that you’ll remember me

But should you go before me
I’ll be right beside you,
Conquer any evil, but my dear
I don’t want you to go…

My love,
Far into the distance
I can feel your vestigial fingertips
Reach through the depths of death
To cling like ice cold rime around my beating heart.

I cannot follow,
Though your wailing whispers
Cause mortiferous winds to kiss upon my ear.
I howl like a feral wolf to a full moon’s bane
And the sky replies in lachrymose showers
Where the streets reflect melancholy
In monochromatic bleak black
I yearn for you.

I’ve wrestled with life,
It’s internal crenellated wars
Running to clamber over the ramparts
To find your sepulchral chamber.

My love, may I -
Lay my weary head upon your putrescent chest
And finally, find my final rest
As in life, I am but moribund,
Lost within my lugubrious gaze
Into ethereal labyrinths chasing your frame.

The day you said goodbye
It was an imprecation,
Damning me to walk half alive,
Preternatural lusting for death
Like Victorian goths -
I am lost without your jubilance,
And too scared of the morrow
If I dare turn the page.

Let me join you dear,
I wish not another moment
Among those who knew not
The grip of truest love,
Lay shattered like obsidian shards
Pieces of my broken heart
I can bear no more of it!

Infinite waters
Wash away the colors
I’m back to a blank canvas
How do we create something different?

What is it about the ocean?
That reaches out like a motherly hug
To swaddle me within the comforting waves
Coasting along the salty breeze —
Looking up to the cleansing fire of god
Bronzing my skin like an armor,
I’m a sentinel within.

Pull me under,
Take me to the deep,
Let me free your darkness
And swallow it in within my heart,
Follow me to the surface
I’ll dry your wings.

Join me in infinite waters,
Washing away the colors
Become a blank canvas
So we can create something different.

Stare out into the cerulean,
As the Mandarin orange crashes against the horizon
And crepuscular fuscia
Drapes over an ombre of deep violets
We can watch the diamonds form shapes as they sparkle
And wade upon the swaddling waves
Let the all mother sing like a siren song
Comforting as we sail further into the distance
In these infinite waters.

This path is imperfect
Cracks along the pavement,
There are downed trees -
Whose roots reach and cry for life
Graceful strides still give way
As obstacles startle into a free fall
And fall I have, but I’ve risen
Too many times to count,
Excised upon the scars seen and hidden,
But scars remind us that healing conquers wounds
And I’ll never be vanquished by lesser demons.

The path is arduous, long.
Each step forward is a gladiator march
Gauntlet of all the world can throw
In an arena meant for one,
Strength often fails the stalwart
I’ve fallen to a knee more than once,
Parched from a dehydrated atmosphere,
Suffocated from toxic energy,
Left in a heap of lost lives,
But I always keep an extra to play this game.

The path is never-ending
A winding labyrinth,
A garden maze in midsummer bloom
While Autumnal air carries death in potpourri depth
The fork coalesces here at the confluence
A Liminal divide, a decision prescribed
Will I tow the line, onward into the familiar
Or step into the unknown, where the fog betrays space
An endless haze in the great dark expanse -
A shallow sigh, and a reprise of the role
Soldier on, into the great unknown
Tomorrow the path will bend to me.

Be careful when handling,
Built strong but I’m fragile
These days show how easy
A dam can break as the tears fall freely.

Lost in the “I should have”
And regretting the “I could of”
If all that I am is a collection of my actions,
Then let me play the role,
Explode on contact, this short fuse is blown.

Corner my confidence,
Please put me in my dunce cap
Because I’ve been fooling myself,
Thinking I was so impervious
Introverted dismissiveness
Led to severed ties and downed bridges
But I’d fall into this cab just to
Come back home, one last time.

Whatever may come
I’ve resigned myself to-
Walking through the doorway
Waiving my goodbyes,
It’s time I left you behind.

The me I was
When the hurt was too much,
Never growing up -
I split myself in half
To hope you can carry yours
As I can no longer look back.
Built strong, I was fragile
It was so easy to break the dam
When the tears fell easy,
And even the petrichor loses scent
As I take this bus into the unknown
Maybe I can give us a fitting end.

Desperate little debutant
Dressed in his Sundays best
Hoping To impress
Gotta get off his chest

Oh no what a mess
Another bottle down
Liver shot to death
Yellow sight like his spine
Fear grips in his neck.

What would the sane man say
If the insane was publicized in his domain?
What would the recluse say
When ***** deeds are shown any way?

Run further away
But the truth catches up,
And the noose tightens like knots in your throat
Stalker thought he was predator
Turn around and pray,
In praise try to find absolution in his name
But grace, alludes the lewd cruelity of this creature

Can’t rely on you to play the game
Or abide by the rules,
Confined in four walls spinning tales
Roll the dice always landing on boardwalk
And I own the blue.

The only sucker in the mirror looking back
Is this kangaroo jack, yeah this is you.
Desperate little debutant ,
The walls closing in a world that will never remember you.

Hypnotic,
Dizzied in frenetic sway
She commands gaze
With black licorice lips
Hourglass hips,
And the bluest sapphires
Darting through rust-colored tresses
She’s a Victorian *****
Obsessed with scented depth
A lover paler than death,
Clutching like raptor talons piercing my heart
I give freely to dance to the beat of
Zephyr winds howling and my organic drum.

Lust creeps like a sneaking thief,
Undone by a mischievous Cheshire grin
Fingertips upon me, tracing little circles
Tickling the silky flesh of my lips
I want her in the worst ways,
Blood flooding the gates,
Erecting the bridge I wished to cross her streams
And drown myself face-first in her eaves
I find myself paralyzed in time
In hopes she would unbind,
She simply turns the light off
Whispering into the night

“You are mine”

Well, you came to this place,
The light of day erased
With the red glow of neon bouncing off your face.

She loves leather lined with fleece,
With her hands held high,
Begging for release,

She loves leather with fleece,
Legs spread and dangling
With honey pools flowing to the sheets
In every crease and wrinkle, I see ravines

She begs for pain
With pouted lips, and eyes that grin
The tendrils of the flogger trace
The very curvature of her frame
One slap against her breast,
A snap gasp as it reddens with a twinge
She laughs back and then -
Another crash against milky skin,

Her petals bloom,
Parting with nectar drooling,
And the leather fingers trace the ridge,
A calm before the storm begins,
Tickling nerves like exciting crowds
Riling up until the breath breathes loud
She’s moaning through her longing sounds
And then the crash comes, to burn it down

How she longs to feel
Something more, something real
With the silicone breaching her opening,
Deflowering in her garden of sin,
She screams for more, screams for him
Needs me more than she can bare
Tells me where, and tells me when
But this is just a game,

Her eyes roll back,
Her hips raise and thrash,
Legs shake and collapse,
Mind blank, a relapse
As the screams quake
And reverb back,
She sees god in the aftermath
As heat flushes over like a sunbath
And the sweat beads cool
As tongue expresses a need to lap
Water to replenish the rain that falls
In her a waterfall
Pulsating through it all…

She loves leather and fleece
As she patiently drops,
Never wanting my release.

The louder the silence,
The deeper the thought
Chaos like a busy street
In a city made of light,
I’ve been searching
Into the prisms,
For a color that can contrast
With my heart, the deepest black
But every thing that matches
Is nothing that ever stays before
Desaturation into monochromatic stasis
Am I bored, or boring?

Every paint stroke
Triest to accurately capture
The S in all your curves
And I breathe heavy in a forlorn whisper
Hoping you can hear my words
In the canvas vistas,
I’m unearthed, into a kiss you lifted
And brought me to life,
In the heart of the pigments -
We can both ride this wave together

And in the storms weathered
Could we hold hands through the razor ice rain
And not be blown away by the eye of a hurricane
I’m not ready to say goodbye,
So don’t you go walking through that fog
Just keep me at your side
I’ll be a parasol to shield you,
Just hold on and we’ll float these skies together.

The louder the silence,
The more potent the violence
That rifts like lightning in my mind
How I wish to dole it out
And strangle every liar
Until the truth spills from their lungs
In last words, but I feel the warmth
Of her love, my angel with broken wings
We can watch the world die forever.

I’ll paint you a picture,
Of a grand escape,
In the ways we sit under canopies
Watching the stars sparkle like diamonds
Leading you right here with me

Like an eager painter
I’ve splashed red across the milky white
Deeper in the center pinker as it trails out,
She loves the way the leather brushes her canvas
Stinging swashes and caressing strokes,
Her smile rings of joy where the moans cry out in pain.

There’s a twinkle in her eyes
Smallest pellet of tears working
Simultaneous with the pooling drenching tight clad cotton
I can smell Dior mixed with her sweet nectar,
Tickling the nose just over the bristles of my rough stache
And I return to my canvas, another broad swash,
Another clapping slap of skin to hide;
Echoed sounds reverb in stereo back tracked by the sweetest cry


“Please” isn’t a need
And barely a beg,
Show me with the wiggling of hips
Tease me with slight arches
Waft your *** to tremble my senses
Make. Me. Lose. Control.

She pants, heavy breaths
Shallow, quick - needing
The brain is in a fog - a haze
One tracked, foaming at the tongue
Drooling down her chin,
Flush ruby rose cheeks -
She’s fiending like an addict
Out of control convulsions when the brush tickles the warmth of wounds
She’s swooning with her body, slithering in silk sheets like a snake in sand

“Come for me”
I command it, not ask for it
I demand it, not suggest.
My fingers press against the fabric
And with one swift grip the cotton fails
Ripping from the wetted seams and drenched middle
Honey sticking to glistened flower petal lips
Looking like spider webs caught in rain.
How pink and perfect, dribbling uncontrollably-
She is ready.

I enter an index and *******
Folds gliding and inviting first and second knuckles in,
Curling down pressing towards the belly,
Opening and curling, come hither, follow directions
Make me happy, make me proud.
Make. Me. Lose. Control.

It doesn’t take much
The build was effective,
Her body was quaking for release
And as her body shivers and shakes
Her screams go hoarse,
Eyes roll back and sight nearly goes black,
Her core contracting like doing sit-ups at lightning speed
Her leather cuffed hands grasping sheets
We have reached the crescendo

And after the crash and clash
After the waves have passed,
A silent bemoaning remained.

“PlEaSe….”

And then I lost control…

No matter how many times I told you to breathe,
Every break, coming down
While you smiled knowing I had something up my sleeve.

No matter how many times the leather cracks
White skin in red hot flames,
You smile just the same

Moaning over the sound of pouring rain,
Screaming from the sting of pain,
Shackles shackle me to your pleasure
Under this pressure, my lesson
Lesser like a demon summoned
My sweet little succubus

Silky fabric knotted,
Bound like a vow,
Hooked into the flesh,
I’ll raze you to new heights,
Let me love you, love you sweetly.

The cane is bamboo,
It’s perfectly cylindrical
Sanded to a smoothness
Rolled playfully against her **** mounds,
Parted lips, so gently admit
A rush of thought, a fidget fit

THWAP

Like a wildfire
Surging through the synapses
She moans to the sound first
And aches for the next round,
Honey leaking from her coves,
She’s a river of pheromones,

I mustn’t give in…

No matter how much I **** her
With these little deaths,
Ringing through her pleasures
I won’t be measured,
No, I won’t….

THWAP!

Asymmetric patterns,
Glazed over eyes
She’s staring into the stars
Past galaxies
Panting breaths,
Like an exhausted dog,
Ruined sheets,
Sticky thighs,
She smells like sweat mixed with peach
And tastes like butterscotch and caramel

My senses betray,
Look at my canvas,
Bruising and elated
Proceilean and purple
Curves spilling over the rope’s depressions
This is art, an elegance.

I feel it swell
Blood willing, and blood welled
The hunger is irresistible,
The urge is louder than aircraft engines
Ripping the fabric, as buttons bounce off the ground
Running like fallen quarters racing to a finish
As the zipper breaks,
And I am free, to feel the warmth of her coves
And the drip of her honey,

Oh, you always make me.
How you tempt it,
Bring it to the surface
An animal unleashed
Yes, you always know how to…

Make me lose control.

Nothing like the smoky atmosphere of a dense city,
When you walk through the crowded sidewalks,
Cross through the busy streets,
And find yourself in good company.

The air seems lighter,
Fragranced with bourbons and bergamot
Various colognes and scents crafts a potpourri
Unique aromatic symphonies tickling the nose -
The only way a good bar can.

I'm parched by the time I hit the bartop,
Shoulder to shoulder with other patrons
As casual conversation flows like the taps,
And then I am asked, "What'll it be?"

How could I resist the sensation?
Smooth caramel-colored bourbon,
The sweet seductive tingly tango of vermouth
And the tangy fiesty bite of bitters,
Place that dagger pick through the cherries
And let me sip on that elegance.

A little dash of heaven,
In a crowded room.

Obdurately yours,
Under the pale light of the moon,
Rutilant eyes dart like tail-lights on an open road
Follow their streaks, to the candlelit underpass,
Let the cool night zephyr tickle your pallid flesh
And ripple a shiver to rattle your teeth,
See the quick of the flame at the well-dressed table -
We shall dine, as the sea sounds of cars passing
Dances like white noise melodies to ease the nerves

Here under the cloche
A litany of fine meats and greenery
To your decadence, a meal served for a queen.
Your incisors lasciviously tear the muscle
And the juices dribble down playfully from your chin
If I could laugh I’d wager a chuckle,
But I watch hurriedly at every movement

Inured pleasantries
Exchange as I draw near,
Cold tenebrous fingers gracing blonde strands
They look like golden threads or polished brass
Where the candlelight dances a shine through the palm full
Can you feel my miasmic breath briskly blowing upon the nape of your necks?


I suspect you are unexpecting of calamitous feeling
Radiating from **** to cheek as pale rounds turn rose-ish pink
And as you catch the beauty of dear Luna,
Basking in her preternatural glow
A trance as she dances about in ethereal gardens
Far and away in forlorn captured memories
While sharpened canines drill into her like ravaging thrusts
Lapping her spirit in every grisly gulp,
This embrace, osculant, leaves her desiccated
A statuesque marbled mannequin
Who bemoaned the very nightly calls of wolves and ravens

Here in the underpass,
A meal for two.

Should this note ever reach you,
Wherever the wind sails the bottle,
Open to reading the words poorly scribbled:
“Wherever you go, with whomever you go with
In the great adventure to start your life,
I wish you well, and health
And if I could grant one wish
It would be that I could seal this with a kiss.

You are more than the pain belittles you
You are more than the heartache that crippled you,
Your aura is luminance that uplifts blue skies.
You are beautiful, like a dozen roses wrapped in Lillies and lilac
You are kind like a gentle smile at the end of a war,
I hope someone sees you the way I do,
If only through this rose-tinted hue,
A window into a soul worth saving -
I wish you well”

They never said
Growing old would mean
The loss of everything
That made you, you
When the past haunts
And the mirror steals youth
It’s all encompassing.

And I remember when
But I’m so far from then
And the laughs and cries
Echo to a silent goodbye
When all has given way

Well I guess there’s still today…

And I remember when,
The rain didn’t pierce the skin
And nothing could harm,
No, nothing could enter in
These parapets built so high
That none could vault to breach
But now the walls tumble over
And I’m disposed to the siege

And I remember when,
But I’m so far from then
Oh bring me back to yesterday
So I can face today.

Take me home one more time,
To the days locked away in a haze
Listening to my favorite bands
Louder than concert speakers
Pounding my chest with bass drum tweakers
I’m hopelessly lost in this modern world
Where autonomy is monotonous
And I can’t see the vision I once had
When did I go blind?

One more ride into the past,
I’ll promise to make it last
If only you’d take me back,
And let me lie here awhile

Oh well, I guess there’s still today…

But I remember when.

Feral eyes glint in the moonlight,
Lupine fingernails tear at her skin,
As her hips rise and fall,
She howls with a rhythmic ministration,
The glow of her flushed skin catches the candlelight,
While the cries of her passion vibrate off the walls,
Beads of sweat fall like morning dew off blades of grass.

Enchanted lips, lavishly adorned,
Exchange sweet-tasting spittle,
Where tongues waltz and tango,
Tangled in the heat of a stolen breath,
Until they gasp to recapture it.

His eyes roll back,
A lion’s growl erupts in an incessant cadence,
Massive palms with rigid digits grasp her waist,
Guiding her motion to a steady lock to her heartbeats.

Waves of passion crash upon them like a needy shore,
Their bodies shivering in coalescence,
As the lion roars and the wolf howls,
Creating symphonic melodies in the carnality,
Lovers delighted, souls reunited.

Scattered like a million stars
These pieces grow roots
Dig further into the recess
Of all that will ever be
And by time’s grace you’ll know
I’m not a hero or your enemy

What if the truth
Of your fictions could see
Boogeymen lined like an infantry
I’ve known hell since infancy
So grab my hand as we cross
To the end of the story
Curbing your fantasy
Enthusiastic with your condescension
I reserve the rights to

Tell the truth from the fiction
In all the ways that I could,
Manifest a manifesto,
Spread you thin til the feast is famished
Look how the monsters vanish
When wolves come a huntin’
I’m a howling at the moon
Comin’ now baby come in
And witness the turn about face.

Here you thought I would be a shield
But the ramparts are topplin’,
Walls give way and the drawbridge is open
They’re storming the castle
Lest you spin in your towers
Better use the smoke of your hearth
Call out an SOS, because I won’t be savin’

No I won’t be saving you,
Not when it’s all laid to rest
As the smoke clears the rubble
And the fog releases to make way for clarity
You will see I’m no hero or the enemy,
I play the part you need in your make believe
So make believe and carry it on
I am carrion or Heracles in your songs

Scatter my image,
In a million pieces
Taking root in the frame
Will I save or pillage?

The truth of the fiction is
If you had a mirror,
You could see monsters
Staring back at you,
Confession be ******,
Hells in front of you,
And in this I know,
When staring into the fires
I’ll catch you with a Birds Eye view

Forever this
Forever more,
I’m just a nobody baby,
Creating the parasols
In tell all capsules
Weathering the storm
Humming along
To the beat of my drum.

Da-dum-dum-da-dumdadum-dum-dum-da-dum-dum
On and on and on and on

As time slows for the guilty
I carry on into the flood,
Until your reveries of mysteries are but memory
In the end of your days, you will remember me.

On and on and on
Dum-dum-da-dumdadum-dum-dum

The very essence of fluorescence
Taunts that which I can never see
From a self that I could never again be
Once unafraid and unfettered -
Catching its radiance under umbral canopies
Bathing in the healing rays like a soothing salve.

..How foreign now…

As I stare into the dark indigo shroud
Lit by the pallid mistress,
Curvaceously enticing the howls from wolves
Who, like me, chases to find a cure to hunger
Driving in the very black veins,
Longing to feel a pulse or beat -
While time retreats and like a clock I repeat
Casual flings tapped into ripened vines
An honored host, I spill not a drop of their precious wine
And when the light dithers, I can feel the life wither

…Will I never love another?…

The nights are endless,
The stars wane to a dull twinkle
An endless charade paraded with feigning smiles,
Immortality is purgatory, as all the sins compound
And though the dozens enumerate the years
I see only you, lost in the distance.

…Will you ever forgive me?….

I am afflicted by nyctophilia
Like a moth obsessed by the neon
All around shrouded by dark skies
No parasol to shield her from her cold cries
Drowning upon the asphalt
Dreams mirroring back in the waters we wept.

In the morning I’m craving nightfall
My veins weaken when the light touches
My blue river streams carrying red sediment
To bring me alive when I bite deep inside
And take you within me again.

We mix like dry goods
Red velvet and moist
Exsang  along the marble top
Like spilt wine, I’ll drink you in
And just like the rain,
Amid the night sky
I’m addicted to you.

Without a warning
Caught lacking, lost in cogitation,
Blankly staring out these foggy window panes
Unknown if it was the condensation of breath-
Or your triumphant return so valiantly running down from heaven,
The peaking rays coruscating droplets of your essence
Blinds me with hope that tomorrow this monochromatic nightmare ceases
And color returns vibrantly saturated in every root,
I have yearned for you.

Too long have these chthonic limbs lain barren,
Like sepulchral vestiges waiting for a soul to revive
And from their skeletal flanges sprout life
And bring oxygen to this suffocating dryness.
It is you to thank for such a hope inspired
In every twist and angle, watching your sway
Sensual in the way you move me in hypnosis
I am falling further into torpor,
Hoping to be a prisoner doomed to walk your emerald dream.

I could surrender to your soporific dance,
And listen to the chorus of your mellifluous melodies
I am a slave to your loving embrace,
And enamored long after with your perfume left here
Petrichor in nutty and granite notes tickling curious nostrils
I am ready for you.

Behest the tomb of thought
Gravid in the wound of feeling
Where my eyes deceive their sights
Upon the granite granted gradual sadness
Wetting the ground in which we last said goodbye.

Operatic drama beguiling a whisper
Into the dead of an autumn’s eve
Last secrets carried upon eaves of leaves on a zephyr
Off to the shoreline and into the lake
Lost to me, forever.

Desire plagued the veins
Like a violent overture,
As I dance with madness still
Like a ballroom waltz
And your image my candelabra
Light my way in flicking spurts
Strobing depths into my heart,
I seek you now as the days grow longer still
To kiss my fluttered heart amiss
A chrysalis to this in the midst I writhe and hiss
To be reborn as this, a serpentine gift
To coil and wrap around as a shroud.

Oh, these tears they fold
My once stalwart soul,
Now in an ode, to a love so tormented
In ethereal roads,
We fork like tongues of demons
And kiss like lovers should,
As our trembling twining forms shake heaven-high,
I shall carry you with me,
Bathed in ash - until the sun burns and banishes me.

Can there just be one year?
One where I’m choking
Where I can’t feel the weight
Drag me under to the bottom,
Where I finally learn the trick;
How to escape?

Connected but disjointed
Fragments recollected
But the puzzle is warped
And the pieces I wished fit
No longer serves the purpose -
Obfuscated and murky,
These memories play back in cycles
Cyclones twisting me into a maelstrom
I’m begging to drown or fly far from here.


I shed a tear,
It cannot salve your putrescence
I am engraved upon the grave
And left with the debt of your shame,
My body aches in the baleful way you touched
And disgraced fragile innocence.
Molding the muck into this husk;
What I’ve become is a product
Of your golem making.

Another year,
And your grip is ever strong,
A bear trap to keep me snared
As tenebrous clouds pour their blackness
Until I am lost in the umbral shroud
Caught in the spiteful lachrymal rains
Blighted to walk in cimmerian eras
Your dynasty is misery and I am miserable
Your Achilles aim was true -
Blade cutting to the quick of truth
Fill my wounds with lies,
And burn me upon the pyre.

Let me go,
You charlatan,
Wasteful specter!

Let me go,
Chiding hallow haunter -
I won’t let you pace my floorboards
In hopes you will let me sleep in peace,
**** me now, or release me from this curse.

Surviving is worse than dying.
And your image in my mirror
Taunts me with every passing morning
As the years traverse,
I am further distancing from the lineage
In hopes you will let me go…

As the embers rise from magmatic tides
The life we lived, loved in lusted lips
As we slid our pride between her fertile hips
We birthed the ******* of our own demise,
Now we can’t see beyond the tears from
It’s acidic eyes!

What have we done?
What have we done?

Oh father on high
Do you even hear us whimper?
The days grow short as the fires grow higher
Burning to find salvation,
Congregate the ground and let me dance within the sea of flames
Burden us no longer with misery,
Ascend us on high leave us not behind!

O father, what have we done?
What have we done?

Dark as black could ever be
Caught in a lungful plead to bury me
A thought dithers, as the light withers
Flesh flayed to the roasting pits
As the echoes linger,

She reaches from her core
To engorge on all the parasitic hosts
That rot her, treated her essence like a *****
We spoke of natural beauty,
As we ripped the limbs of her trees.
We spoke of natural beauty,
Piling high our heaps of **** —
Suffocating her shores.

The sky went black,
His voice struck,
Percussion in unison,
Opened wide the gates,
As unclean ones came,
Carry off the weak,
Carrion feasts from open graves,
This forsaken place,
God has left this waste
Weld shut the gates!

O father,
What have we done?
What have we done?
Oblivion!

It feels like a slow death creeping,
Cracked windows like bad lungs
Bring in the wind like this house is wheezing.
Only wanted a happy ending
A purpose somewhere within the reason.
You change your mind as frequent as the seasons.

I’m falling further down, autumnal
Where your cold winter heart beats
Springing growth to a cancer, terminal.

I’m an open wound,
But you didn’t see the stream
Blood so calm it looks like a ravine
Red wine splashing on the tile.

Is this what you wanted from me?

Thought that I would possess you,
Like a demon taking hold,
But I know it just upsets you
Tenebrous fingertips can’t reach from the phantoms of your dreams
To grant you a taste to your hungry lips.

Doesn’t matter if it kills me,
Or what rips apart my torso
Tie me to the horses, and let em go
Collect my piñata insides like it’s candy,
Bittersweet the way you land these
Obsessive little ramblings.

There’s a hole in the fabric
I’m reaching through the spaces
Finding a nook I can escape in,
This is what I mean when I say I plane switch
Fly over skyward, spacious-
Always pushing up my smile for you
Like a facelift.

Is this what you wanted from me?

Crash on through my gates,
And storm the walls,
I won’t protest you,
Even if you take the gun and press it to my temple
Ask me if I still believe before you **** my god mode
Take everything from me until I’m hollowed.
Carve me into your perfect mannequin man.

Would that make me your favorite color?
Would it ever even matter, even if you had me on your shelf?
Would I not still gather dust, not enough ?

Broken in my mind,
Shattered pieces of heart
In a room where the black contrasts
With the bleeding neon lights
A prism of blue and purple hues
Capturing the funeral of what I stand to lose.

So tell me…
Do you see my open wound?
Is this what you wanted from me?

Still, unburdened by the silence
Mindful of my equanimity
Beneath the umbrageous canopies -
Where Sylvan shapes form from splitting rays -
Swayed in nature’s praxinoscope.

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A ******* runs and hides for cover banned from site to site and continues to hover
He is in your cupboards
He’s in your dms

God …
                         Is….

                                           Not…

HERE…..


GOD ( he will not save you from us,)

IS NOT (he will not save you from us)

HERE  (he will not save you from us)

Final brush of a belittled piggy
You’re number’s up
And I’ll fry this hog to the snout
Bring you to an end,
Render the fat of what remains
Grease to grind the axe
The axe that cuts the cord
Of all your false peace accords
Bridges burning brightly,
I’ll bring you death if you beg,
Good piggy, beg piggy, pay piggy
Need piggy, feed piggy

LET’S GET BUSY

GOD ….
                         Is…..

                                     NOT…

HERE….

He will not save you from us.

Inhale
           ….hold….

Drop
                 …exhale…

Lift

                           Inhale

…hold…

                               Drop

…exhale…
  
                                   Lift


Until the pain no longer hurts

Inhale
               …hold…
      
                          Drop

…Exhale…
                             Lift

Inhale
             …hold…

Drop
                            …Exhale…

Lift

Until a new you sculpts from the ache
And sweat fills all internal wounds
Watering the seeds of an iron resolve
Until you bloom renewed.

Got blood marks from your love-bites
Smearing from your lipstick
As we dance in neon
We twist in time like contorting aeons
I’m frozen liquid in space like I am freon
Are you oxygen to my carbon?
Cast me in your cast off and we can ignite
Like Nordic fires on our send off
Sent off into the ether I can feel our tether
Pinching in my insides, I’ll reverse
And show you my insides so you can know
What it means to be in me.

We twist like a helix;
Embedding our code
Encrypting our sequence
Cloning our image
As we mix with our matrix,
Become as one again.

She spins me ‘round in a cycle
Cyclone as our minds go
Deeper into this gutter
The walls shiver with what she mutters
With leather cuffs adorned with brushed steel
Catching the dark light like a culture
Exposure to the low light,
We **** like we’re low lives
***** until the dawn breaks, early daylight
Compositing composure in heavy sighs
And our love rivers dripping down her thighs
She’s krypton caught in my orbit
Strike the switch and watch me illuminate
Until we are both enlightened
I’ll show you what it means to be in me.

We twist like a helix,
Embedding our code
Encrypting our sequence
Cloning our image,
As we mix with our matrix,
To become as one again.

Sun kissed poets
Singing sonnets with every
Harvested grain or ground herb
Of every odyssey
By the sea catching a feast for a king

We sing the songs of yesteryear
Honoring ancestral lands by way of bard
Or maiden song
Folktales told in plays by ways of melody

Here where the old gods still touch ground
And bless the poor farmer with bountiful crop
And wine spills secrets with each glass emptied

Tales told with full body eminence
Each vowel a thunderous drum
As if words themselves compel our vigor
To rise up and say it proudly!

We are gentle,
Humble servants of god and country
And welcome all that need a warm abode
We feed our lonely and praise our children
And love with abundance as our hearts-
Reach from our chest to hug yours

And whether from the coastal shores,
Or by volcanic rock,
In here we are all tethered together
No matter the distance,
Unified and as simple as a single word
We are Sicilian.

Razorblades grating the graphite
Sharpened to a point,
Infinite are the worlds pouring in torrid thought
Scribble them and refine
Render until the faces define
God of two-dimensional clay
Golems of creation,
My darling, characters.

Temper, temper
Don’t lose your cool
The freon isn’t cheap
The lines crossed aren’t invisible
Dare you to ignore the snake rattle,
It’ll strike and you’ll see
That toxin inside killing you
Has twice bitten you.

Rigid fingers travel up and down
Traveling on every peak and valley of her spine
Tracing her curvature to memory
Even blind, he could draw her in precision
Hands cupping and massaging pale rounds of flesh
Spreading the cleavage to espy her openings
Eager honey dew dribbles out of pale pink petals
Confusing sensation swapping thirst for hunger

She whimpers,
Moans to the touch
Audible cues to coo where he moved
Her body sways serpentine,
Until a press of his firm rough palm
Calms her to an obedient stoicism
Fear replaces eager
With her umber strands shrouding her shame.

“You’ve been bad”

His voice rang in a thunderous pitch
Like Odin or Zeus spoke from on high
Vibrating through her core like magma,
Perspiring pores poured a slick coating
While erecting hairs, goose bumped to warn,
She resigns herself to surrender and prepares -

Bent over knee
A perfect wedge
Cerulean eyes shuttered to a wince
Lower lip bit by front teeth
Fingers gripping sheets while knuckles whitened.

A leather tongue cuts the wind,
And collides with flesh rippling like a rain drop to a puddle
Such a castigated thud upon her bubbly round
Ivory became pale pink and yet no apology emitted
Just the mellifluous scream of pleasure twixt with pain
She left him vexed, ripe with implacable resolve

Thrice more,
The leather cut air
And collided with her supple hind cheek
Pink soon became red and red maroon
Until the marks looked plum or eggplant,
Her cries carried like birth-giving wails
And the honey welled, dribbling down her thighs
A streaming creek begging for a waterfall
Her eyes open, pulsing pupils readjust to light
Looking at her assailant with a sorrowful pout

“I’m sorry, sir”

She concedes,
Giving into her carnal needs
Elevated breaths whisper arousal
Begging blues almost change in hue
When he rests his hand upon her head
Patting her gently in approval.

“Good girl”

As it began,
The great blank expanse sprang in efflorescence
Inscrutable thaumaturgy of color and light
Baffled and bewildered by bioluminescent marbles
As they circled ‘round the brightest numen
How are we not constantly amazed to grace the great maze
Of this wondrous arcane apotheosis?

We are but dust of its great purpose
Transmute in ever sibylline change
Palimpsest clay in ethereal hands,
We too circle the Lucent arcane.
Oblivious of our infancy
Ornate in our chrysalis
The temporal larva becomes the moth
Chasing the numinous flame,

Returned to dust,
Among the rest
To which we came,
From the celestial ephemera
Back to the flesh
Our vessels are a temple transcendent

We are all children of the stars

Is there a warning,
or is it preordained?
How souls meet in the flick of a flame,
a candlelit silhouette puppetry
that plays out our destiny in irony.
But if I could reach from this page,
I’d caress your heart as we journeyed through space,
in all those ethereal orbs circling your light.
Could I be the one to give you life?

And who decided -
this divide could unbind us,
tethering us together
forever in a single harmonic sound?
We unite and ignite.
Time be ******,
there are no rules anyway.
As we tangle like a woven weave,
golden as we shine upon the stream, conscience save me—
as it all repeats,
tethered together forever,
souls met in the flick of a flame.

Ebon locks and sapphire orbs
Dance bout her pallid tones
While Aurelian shadows dance across her
By candle light, by baleful moon
Consumed by the call of carnal bliss
Our bodies collide and swerve in serpentine kiss
And I was born of this a chrysalis
In the thought of echoed loneliness
My fluttered heart amiss.

Where do you go when the day breaks, the dawn?
Where can I find you if not in carrion song?
Where are you my darling?
Where do you go when the light chases dark?

In my bones,
I can feel your absence ache
And I cannot stop  as I shake through every page in tomes
To invoke your image from its ossuary vase
A genie to grant my wish for one last kiss

And as the day breaks to dusk,
Your diaphanous fingertips touch me
Cold writthing rime against my wrist
Lead me to the umbral halls
Under silken sheets juxtaposed crimson walls that bleed
Echoes of our evanescent romance
A dance upon the sepulchral rooms
Cobwebbed and guilt consumed.
I burn like a funeral pyre for you,
Lachrymose eyes dry with resolve for vestigial proof

I will find you.


Where do you go when the day breaks, the dawn?
Where can I find you if not in carrion song?
Where are you my darling?
Where do you go when the light chases dark?

Cadaverous, I am ravaged by time
As you have yet to age,
A siren to sing me to the grave
But my heart betrays, and staves
Holding onto life’s cancerous bane
Noctambulant emissions to spurn confession
I will forever mourn in self immolation
Searching the maw for your spectral permission
To bring me home, in the depths of the death of love

A haze of city lights, a purple, lonely glow,
Reflects the emptiness, a feeling I all too know.
You move through crowded rooms, a vision, sleek and cold,
While I'm a ghost beside you, a story is left untold.

I watch you from the shadows, where secrets softly creep,
A silent adoration, buried far too deep.
Each stolen glance,
A treasure I clutch within my hand,
A fool's gold currency, in this desolate, love-sick land.
Your laughter, like a melody, that haunts my waking dreams,
A siren's call, alluring, though it always falsely gleams.

I reach for you, a phantom, that slips right through my hold,
Leaving me with echoes, and a heart grown stark and old.
The nights bleed into mornings, a blur of smoke and wine,
I drown my sorrows softly, in this feeling so divine.

Or so I tell myself, as the bitter truth descends,
This passion, will surely never end.
I'm lost within the darkness, a starless, endless night,
Bathed in the neon glow, of your indifferent light.
And though my soul is aching a constant, hollow plea,.

Live with my own shame,
I lash out like you're to blame,
You don't even remember my name,
Along the city lights, neon bathed,
Leave me here to die with my own shame.

I'll cry for you and I'd die for you,
in the light of you, despite of you
I tell myself that the shadows pull me in
But I've been blind about the truth within,
That my soul is a hole that drags you down,
Won't you love me, won't you love me babe?