Behind the Wall

These old blocks and bricks
uproot their dead foundation,
where once held their seat
they now lay toppled in sand,
the horizon can be seen.

A Kingdom’s Collapse

Seduced to destroy
as if the profane
could disgrace purity itself,
to sully the complacent
and content

these tattered notes
and torn photographs
could combust
with but a single spark

I don't condone or make excuses
for your secret disease,
or pretend to denounce
my own immunity

fitting in means
appeasing the crowd
and acceptance in adaptation,
but you know this
better than most

I could easily provoke
or attempt to soothe,
but I choose to back down
and receive my collapse

because I'm cutting ties
and burning bridges
that I will never escape

because I'm breathing grime
and drowning myself
so that I will never escape

and when the end comes
there will be no revival.

Clairvoyant

I have been down
all of these roads before,
I know each turn and
what is around every corner

my fingers
have felt these impressions,
senses so acute that I no longer
know surprise

undoubting expectations,
the desire is diminished
and sensation is dull

this infinite intellect and
wisdom is simply
lack of imagination

there will be
only one outcome.

South

It is mutiny
and I suppose
the decent thing to do
after this decline
would be to fold,
as I lose my color
I will ever so calmly
fade.

Die Träume von Kindern

Clarimonde, mother and matron,
eine Mutter von Waisen,
though a mere fourteen,
sheltered and nurtured
those who had been left behind,
each girl, orphan and urchin,
between four and ten,
ganz allein, ganz allein,
sought refuge beneath her wing,
unter ihrem Flügel,
the shell of the abandoned school
became her nest from the cold,
die Schwester zu allen
held no contempt for the outside
as Vala, a broken girl of nine,
found only the warmth in scorn,
beaten in short youth, she raged
ganz allein, ganz allein,
dreaming from her bleeding heart,
bitterly she cursed at die Sonne
for always leaving her
just as everyone else had,
but Clarimonde's compassion,
eine immerwährende Liebe,
redeemed the daughter of woman,
lady Vala, patron to poor sisters,
nicht mehr allein, nicht mehr allein.

Tec Tonic

The shimmering street lamps flicker
as I upset the quiet

where the distant voices
seemed to flourish

where blanket hush cedes to
tremors on sidewalks

I shake the ground you stand on
and though you lose your footing
you still remain

but I will never lose my discomposer.

erosion

your petty squabbles
and scolding
grab hold
of lingering grudges,
my seething veins
start to surge
while you scheme
and leave me behind
to waste away
and impair my odds

your slander
begins leaving blisters,
but you backstab
within your heart
more than you do in words,
still, i crumble
and decay from
each taunt and calloused reply

as madness turns to mania
my heightened pulse
beats in sync,
for the only comfort i can find
is smashing my possessions
to pieces

Isis Unveiled

Rooted beneath the Lute Bearer and the dynasty of five
bound and buckled by the knot, my hedonistic ego
desired more than immortality and new posterity,
so I removed the shade over the Star of the Sea
to reveal by the once stolen magic of Ra
a chaotic medley of glorification and favor
upon the statuesque face of a mere mortal queen.
"I am all that hath been, and is, and shall be;
and my veil no mortal has hitherto raised."

Sink

There is only one absolution, and that is penitence
for the guilt, the grief that fills your lungs after the shipwreck,
you clutch your chest and reach for the surface,
as each breath you take burns your throat, you sink;

eye for an eye, always at each other's throats,
we found adversaries in our rustic company,
but that would pass, and we reconciled without the effort,
eyes closed, running head first into the prime of our lives;

we laughed so hard and played our little pranks,
we entered adulthood smoking on the after-school cruises,
and connected the distant dots that had always intended to be,
we never looked back and never apologized to anyone,
and soon we graduated and went our own separate ways;

I will never know the scent of your very first flowers
or remember how you looked in your last suit,
I will never recall myself comforting dear Angelina,
and I never learned where you were buried.

there is only one absolution, and that is penitence
for the guilt, the grief that fills my lungs after the shipwreck,
I clutch my chest and reach for the surface,
as each breath I take burns my throat, I finally sink.

Left Leviticus for Lascivious

Though once forbidden, I slept jilted
and within my dream I awoke
as the wisp's will snared me into her grasp.

As snowy and a sandy-haired seductress
she exposed her revenant presence
as the first true royalty
to wend atop of unchaster nature.

It began as a devious grin,
but by the glimmer in abandoned eyes
it slowly transposed to her narcissism
and desire to possession.

I, mortally anemic, yet still with breath,
did not tug at my ethereal chains
as the hand of Inanna, gladdener of all hearts,
the maiden who has seized the light,
burst forth aglow to reveal my lust chance,
but seeded beneath the occult and her blaze
I sensed a newly stagnant discontent
of vexing the sons of man.

Bound and glinting in the gilded barrens
I pleaded her to leave the untilled sallow.

Well-nigh I had become Senoy, Sansenoy,
and Semangelof, so too the resenting chimera
metamorphosed from the spirit of unclean
to the eternally liberated screech owl.

To the den of fiend and villain
we descended beyond all earthly hope
to compromise the boycott.

In the heart of the crust and ore
I made my pledge to poor, poor Lilith.

A vow of balance and sameness
only in return for my own,
and as her courting endowment
I present to her Adam's head on a pike.

Okay, Show Me

Drawn down this urban stretch
bordering on a glide,
she is dispensing with nothing
and she pretends to gauge it all,
she is delivering messages
as steady she goes, straight as a line

all for me, all for me.


I drink the jaunt, and
abandon my control of the fury
to strafe the night, and
just to relinquish my own resolve
I bide her time and set free
the devil in red, who does it

all for me, all for me.


She yields to no one, and
stops at nothing,
if I keep her steel heart full
and vow to give her each beat of mine
then she will lay waste to those
foolish enough to cross our path

all for me, all for me.

The Dream in Drink

The last remaining thoughts
slip into the bottle,
and I swallow my pride
and arrogant hope,
and find an ounce of solace
to fall asleep dreaming
and never again awaken.

The Last Outpost in the Pacific

All alone out here, so far from home,
against the wind and chasing the sun
each one set sail and abandoned their post,
forgetting their past and forgiving their future,
no one left, not a single person remained,
and when I awoke that lonely morning
I found one tiny ship they had left for me,
but they stole my ocean breeze that night,
so I am still sitting here waiting for the wind.

Set Aflame Your Modern Prometheus

You wield old irony torches to
weld iron infallible foundations,
savagery is your own sanction
and primal rage a prime thought,
so you will choke on the smoke
and ash becomes your own grave,
yet the ancients will not weep,
nor will the kin you use to kindle
free us from your very bonds,
you will sway your splendor of pyre
and flames will rise beyond control,
animate this passion to a prometheus
and launch your glowing final salvo,
now seal his fate in driven fervency,
the ashes will be your fucking grave.

Dance of the Bone Lord

He danced to deeds of the undead,
and the undone,
he danced to cries of the meek
on the ashes of his pyre.

Maggots filled his rotted heart,
and evil flowed his veins,
each step forward was a plague,
each step back was bloodshed.

His bones were brittle and flaked
as they clenched his staff,
and grinding with his movements
he grinned as best he could.

Persephone

I once visited your lake shore home
by the sea of fire, when I was known
as a king of man and a good friend
to that wretch you call a husband.

Like Agamemnon and his horse of wood
as a statue to courage for where it stood,
I accomplished what they said could not,
that of a companion, a kinship begot.

But in that same spring, he became
a conspirator with another by name,
one I dare not speak out of fear
because Helios can even watch here.

He snatched you from mother's grasp
and gave the living a wrath in vast
by bringing forth his death's season,
mistaking love for lust his only reason.

On all fours you scrub his citadel,
and clean the walls, and all he tells,
and all the floors and his daily chores,
and all the while he just ignores.

And you dare not speak before he,
his temper reigns, and will ever be,
only you and the dog know how that feels,
because I know all his love Minthe steals.

To Castle Carpathia, Part I.

Onward past the Black Sea through the land of the Great
we tread beneath fall eventide to the dead undead estate,
within the gloom, lady and I, spied the children of the night
calling the witching hour and a meal for their bellies to sate.

We crept on past mounds of bones and unmarked graves,
deep in the blume we found a path and his name engraved,
but the effluvium filled her eyes, so her tongue soon advised:
"Abandon all hope ye who enter here, as none are saved."

Winter

In winter my blood no longer boils,
and it cools my tempered heart,
then I start think of the gray sky
and all the beauty they miss,
because when the cold bites at them
and they whine and they moan,
I laugh so hard that I cry
because nothing makes them happy.

Miss Delirium

She buckles under pressure, and fights the sleep,
and thinks nothing of promises she can't keep.
She shrugs off the routine and can't understand
why others around her seem to have other plans.
She faces trivial matters with overwhelming stress
and starts to stand out when all others feel less.
She needs the chaos and desires the tension,
and she'll never rise and find her ascension.

Dark Demon Roast

Holding cup & saucer
containing its tainted mud
black & thick as African ink
with 72 (un)natural spices-
roasting, roasting, raise to toast
to the tide, to evoke an infernal seal
imprinted as a stain-
registered as gut reaction-
reaching out to no One
in the raven circle abyss, dreary
in solitary, Imp-ious nature-
a starless kiss, livid-
as it stretches across lips
for the final, funereal finale-
no morning, the spotless white
so saintly lucid, no mourning-
all with just a sip of Goetia coffee
from Solomon's very vein.

Copycat (or Something Similar)

Again I retire to the porch
to smoke in the cold
dead of night,
to sip my coffee
and breathe a sigh
of relaxation,
and to watch the neighbor's dog
dig through the trash
while still bound to his chain,
and I can't help but think
about how I'm really no different.

Omen

About six years ago
we put our money into the pot
and worked our way through,
I didn't make it,
but he did,
he always did,
and at the start of the last game
he sank the eight ball
on the break
and broke his cue
against the wall,
there is no such thing as luck
but, unfortunately
in his case
there was.

An Autumn Evening

Deciduous trees shed,
crops are harvested,
night comes sooner
and stays a bit longer,
the cold starts to set in
so the birds fly south,
and it all reminds me
just how beautiful
this world can be
when I watch it die.

Swallowing of the Last Quasar

An enigmatic halo, ever-slowly dissipating
into the dark, abysmal depth of discord,
not soon, but eventual, succumbing to all
whom point and pull with the hidden sword.
A steady state in mob rule and misrule,
though still fortuitous despite the chain
by the final remnant of a forgotten breed
sparking the dying light hoping to remain.
A luminous burst of brilliance speckles
the night sky in harmony and an allure
before being engulfed in the horizon as
one last frequency emitted goes unheard.

The Dreamers

These holy innocents receive,
racing through the Louvre,
isolated from the cruel world
with morning matinee and amour,
with Sobraine, not Molotov,
with lovers' hearts in hands,
"We accept him, one of us."
Until the siblings resist no longer,
and France is forever changed
with the death of its own children.