It's always darkest before dawnBlack trash has died before he was even buriedSitting next to scarf wearing girls on the busBut no one can hear the padded rhythm of his shoes before stepping into the devils denRoses in the devils garden I tell you,Roses in the devils gardenI used to tell himWhat is your name because,Angels who I have known climbed high and never came back downSo I left them thereIn the sweetness so coldAnd they stay there sedatedSo will you pray for me, for them, for allBecause you have electricity in your soulAnd it could have a chance to come out playFor once before concrete depositionAnd he says to meWho the fuck are you to sayYou’ve felt a shot in the darkAnd whiningly speak of beingblinded by the sun and stars
May the moon shine bright aboveRed Rover,Calling you over,to breathe sweet monoxide to my lungsleave me black and deadin a cold alley's gutterso I can spark up little purityto prostitutes and pimpsjunkies with lips locked around run-away'sthat pause to pay hesitant respect
Another AbominationNever love your mother.Because you deserved to leave that clawed up house from the start, and no hours of relentless sobbing will turn you back. Do not trade weak spoken slam poetry tinged with lisps for unspoken lovey-dovey ramblings.She was not there with your peeps of suicide, slitting your wrists with paperclips and etching out tree branches to your skin.You deserve to write ANGRY UPPERCASE POETRY on bathroom showers after standing in the shower, breathing steam. Wanting to turn into some abomination to swim away and sink faux fangs into human flesh.Rare moments of shoving freezer burned chocolate ice cream into your mouth is delicate, with laughing your ass off like a crazy man, eyes glued to the T.V. No amount of disappointing desserts foreign to the mainstream eye is worth it.I still think that men who love men who drown themselves because they love the sea are ABSOLUTELY PREPOSTEROUS, AND SCHIZOPHRENIA IS JUST ANOTHER POINTLESS CARICATURE OF DREAMS SPOILED IN THE MIND OF A
How I loved his battle cryTo him, loyalty was the single witness of your crucifixion, and as you lay upon the makeshift cross of decaying metal, maybe, just maybe, she would breathe you back to life with her hoarse words, and the feet to hold up your body would tread once again on this forbidden planet.I believe these were not his exact words, because he was a simple machine, and had been hushed by this mistress for as long I had tried to make him speak.The day I first met him was when I was shifting through codes of binary, and stumbled upon his locks of lavender with green eyes sparking the darkness. I only watched him as he played with his brothers, and then waited for my father to call me home.That night I asked him again, and he said I will never love another man. He said this while I averted to the deer head mounted next to our psalms. His coal hardened eyes made me guilty, and I mumbled a word of recognition for him. I never felt sorrow, but hedeserved my respect.On the second day there was mu
Affairs and other amiable thingsMrs.Mallard sang, a ballad that could make Mona Lisa cry out in both wonder and fear afflictions with the heart you say?... what is this? railroad disasters, it was only an open window! Catching patches of blue skies, flying free,free,free! And to honor a lovely life, I say she loved you sometimes Because she drank the elixer of life,
A Confession of love to a worker of many sortsMonochrome skies with the seekers flying high,What a wonderful day,I dreamed of my beloved and I setting sail,I beg you, take me awayAnd honestly there is nothing wrong with,kisses drunk with passion and the atmosphere of the imaginary land I walk .
Airplanes in armsHeart attacks in a glass, what a wonderful dayBreathing in the blackness of greedWait, what?A moral on its way?Chop its head off, and let the true blood flow,For we live in the land of pure metal.
Puppy dog tears and golden ringsLet words unwrap you as if it was your first raptureAre you breathing in too tight?I may not believe in God, but damn I believe in life.Oh noIn the end we are all clinging to violin strings, where was the grand symphony to play us out?I always knew the cello was the wisest of them all.
Golden seekers are the blindest ones of them allYou are,not so great,Thanks to your blessings,The poisoned hummingbird continues to pollinate till this dayMaybe the proud spider should stop spinning its knotted web,So you can smell the burnt thunderbolt falling from the sky
A CURRENT OF ETERNITYOh how I yearn to clasp the Crescent Moonby my fingertips, sleep against her cradlingcurve as I dream of stretching myself fromStar to Star, catching their twinkles in themyriad depths of my eyes to highlight thelandscape of my Dreams, while others onlysee echoes of emptiness when they sleep anddream-I know in my Dreams I am closest tothe Spiritworld-for we are one breath ofTimelessness, one silver current of Eternitywhere there is no end and no beginning-just the essence that turns molecule iotasinto golden ideas, and my dust that I've gatheredin a jar with the seedlings of my Dreams...I will wait until a strong Wind blows pastthe brightest Star before I remove the lidand empty the jar into space-then will the Windpick up speed and turn these fluttering momentsinto eons, oh how glorious it will be to givetheir freedom, to watch them endure Eternity,and as they smoothe the scars from my souland turn my tears into a kissable breeze...I know that I am a current in E
Snake DreamsNever forget the snakebite,taste of venom on the lips,like a drink from the Shaman's cup.Breathe inDreamingI saw the serpent in the grass,like a blade caught in the moonlightso into the darkness I followed.Breathe inDreamingYou were standing under theTree of Knowledge waiting in the shadow,in your arms I found myself untilyou began to squeeze, hear the soundof my ribs begin to break as the dreamfades.Breathe inDreamingThe snake was watching me with hungry eyesand a strange sort of love it could not disguisewhile I struggled for breath like a hand aroundmy throat, it only smiled and pulled me downfarther.Breathe inDreamingInto the darkness I was swallowedfalling into the primordial womb,with a smell that reminded me of the tomb,I could close my eyes and sleep forever,like a taste from the River Lethe.Breathe inDreamingBut the snake always sheds his skinand what dies must live again,I found myself in the middle of oblivionbut the walls where thin and wh
MiscellaneaWhen the sky cracks and ashes fallThose are the ones who must save us all:Look to the Loyal the Brave the Strong.Seek out the Caring Protective and True;Find one with the Knowledge of Right and WrongAnd call to the ones who have roamed the ones who will bringHonor and Virtue back Home.
A PrayerI had it… I really did, lying in bed this morningThe words rolling around in my head… poetry and explanationsAnswers to everything in every secondA turning kaleidoscope of colored glass found in every moleculeThe universe in a thumbnailI need to stop and accept… to allowEvery flash of sun on every ripple on every lakeEvery drop of dew on every blade of grass in every meadowEvery blink and sigh and thought and step and stumbleEvery breeze across every leaf in every forestEvery planet in every galaxy in every universeNot to put too fine a point on it, is a miracleA miracle is a single cell and a long day and a smileA get up, get out and get on with itSo simple and basic and elemental as a laughI am close, I can feel it, it is right around the cornerThat cheese at the end of the maze…That carrot. That brass ring. That clarity.I love the irony of my life in all its bitter-sweet texturesThank you seems inadequate, but it is all I have
I AM YOUI have crossed time and space to be here with youI am the wind in the nightI am the wolf, I am the lambI am the gentle falling rainI laugh, I cryI am the roaring hurricaneI hug you, I push you awayI am young, I am oldI have crossed time and space to be here with youI am you
For I am... I am wingless, created to mirror madness within.I am soulless, never to die for a single sin.I am everything you can never be.I am eternal and the end of everything.No man nor god can transgress my omnipresence.Every string of fate leads to the same ultimate consequence.Look around you, I am in all you see.Have you finally found your god?Or have you found me?I exist outside of time, watching and testing your race.The weak cannot survive.I’ve made you who you are today.You are sparks of life, made up of energy I’ve lent you to survive.But all comes back to me, flowing through an endless cycle of decay and agony.All you’ve made up is in your head, no angels exist, all gods are dead.I will show you the abyss, all flows through me in the end.I will bathe you in darkness, as you contemplate your flawed existence.For I am…
The Symphony of Death.At the operaWatchingThe Symphony of DeathPerformed by angelsCrying bloodAnd wearing black.
Your Faithful ServantFather, I shame Your name.Please forgive me.I am Your faithful servant,but I always mess up.I am not worthy of You,yet You continually bless me.You are so good to me,and in my guilt I wonder why.Put sweetness on my lipsand purity in my thoughts,for I tire of failing You.I only wish to serve You.
AtmanAum nama Shivaya, transcendent Spiritcreator and destroyer of worldsI invoke TheeEternal Brahman; boundless, opulentsupreme monad of infinite spaceI invoke TheeLord Krishna, source and centerprimordial lust of my inmost soulI invoke Thee
Do you hear me?Cracking your knuckles against my teethAnd singing silly love songs to insomniaRoses are red,Lobelias are blue,Conjunctions are just sighsSped up to you