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

OPTSotD-PJ Harvey

Please don’t reproach me For how empty my life has become. I don’t know what really happened, I watched your disappointment At being misunderstood. I forgive you. Oh something metal Tearing my stomach out If you think ill of me. Can you, Can you forgive me? Forgive me. Can you? Can you forgive me too? Too? I tried to learn your language, But fell asleep, Half-undressed, Unrecognisable to myself. Continue reading OPTSotD-PJ Harvey

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

one more time

i am corrosive fabulous Satirically rich endemic of impudence praying in ditch to she who found outbound signal forward fallen back into times when we were alive fostered by notions of the young i miss that look in your eye i know it will not spark anew pontificate but do not preach we’ve all driven down this road vertigo sky bursting open in palm of my hand as i face the same as ever was but i am not who i used to be and so everything has dimmed a little i can see rust and the dust wear, and … Continue reading one more time

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

OPTSotD

Picture me putting my city all over the map They wasn’t believers, I had to get even at math Be coming, I’m pulling and jumping all over your grass So tell all my bitches I got a new girl Tell the police that I’m robbing the bank and I want all of my fifty’s in cash Bitch, I’m tired of living, check the cheque I need twenty models and some extra sex Smiling in my grave, bitch I’m fresh to death I’ve been drinking Wu-Tang with Inspectah Deck (getting drunk) Yeah, I got some shit that I gotta just get … Continue reading OPTSotD

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