Raven

pheromone causeway to a Juliet birthday I will swill poison just to kill you for a day raven black, this attack doldrums hit me landlocked clock on the wall is mocking it was a present from your father antique and complicated just like us I navigate a back way to bus stop and wait for a ride I’m running on a carousel I am unable to define this time you told me one of my issues: I must always have a name for things guess you win because I do not know what to call this place I find myself … Continue reading Raven

hold no more

gold was I given discard along crooked path I wandered. predilection undefined abalone, bloodstone unearned wealth squandered. casting call grain alcohol perjury beckons bequeath sorrow upon tomorrow for I can hold no more today. Take the flower offered a little lighter coffer hand of gold proffered, intricate, this subtle parlay. Of substance, shared sustenance and shadow play.   Image courtesy of Pinterest       Continue reading hold no more

A folding of forms

There is blood in the indecision Ineffectual in effigy The loss stains the water mayhem comes before form of thought and action corals, pale blues finger upon cold lips a radiance too dark finds history in current life just below the surface a glamour of perspective honesty is brutal rippling reflections waves carry a secret until encountering break red droplets of regression palette silver anguish of green cut to the quick, knowing of life in-between image courtesy of Pinterest Continue reading A folding of forms

These feet

I must be defeated ’cause I can feel it in my feet. they won’t move so that must prove something. beauty in the eye of the beholder is much colder when beauty is the destroyer of I would cry but it doesn’t make a difference to this indifferent wraith admiring my corpse. match-stick make-up of a broken bodied discourse on the arrival of final days of my time here. melt into the spring sun and whisper of devolutions in this archetype of feelings that armored our champions. the blood on the pavement is same in color as the one in … Continue reading These feet

Wisdom Tainted

Thus it holds true; a steady course nautilus man-made percussion of actions manipulate dense framework as starving bird stares through the window educational tour of laughing matter Would like to return home wherever it may be, the road is long and hard so whisper to me feel this sorrow I wish I knew how to grieve without a need to borrow we decay anyway soulful approaches whimper in fear to drums what is loved most? what is hated least? sensing a sensational sensation, I ask am I making any sense? We watch children prey with handgun heartbeats even the devil … Continue reading Wisdom Tainted

Standing in the middle of a dimension

These be the doors to where it ends, Sister Rose and her omnipresent thorns scratch cataclysms into skin Benevolence begat the violence inconsequential, this monolithic cross to bear, to bare sunstarved soul upon canvas it is reticence, a fear that binds oh and the chill, blue as ice of mighty Titan formed from things colder than any winter storm arrogance, the insistence, tugging of lines that pull the mind into spaces below tresses of vines being insular, convocation of isolation little by little, bit by bit, steering ship a bit further from shore and homes and laughter wont to want … Continue reading Standing in the middle of a dimension

Gnawing

Is it erotic? This erodere, cobbled path worn by the ones who came before? A need to fulfill the most basic instincts of the body as life lies in balance, ebb and flow, wax and wane. I need you to need me to want to die this way, it’s unbecoming to pretend otherwise. Is it not so? Eros, Aphrodite’s son by whomever….unfulfilled love, lust. He was a god born from Chaos prior to the Greek definition, more of a Titan. I find he better suits my mood in this older belief. Do you find it as strange as I that … Continue reading Gnawing