OPTSotD-Fontaines D.C.

Ahhh None can pull the passion loose from youths ungrateful hands As it stands, I’m about to make a lot of money Gold harps in the pan None can revolution lead with selfish needs aside As I cried, I’m about to make a lot of money Gold harps on the side Is it too real for ya? Is it too real for ya? Is it too real for ya? Is it too real? The winter evening settles down The bruised & beat up open sky, six o’clock The city in its final dress And now a gusty shower wraps the … Continue reading OPTSotD-Fontaines D.C.

Clowns

Negligence in black rune Sign languages spoken Unfettered discourse locale swelters introspect dangerous air nightshade among gardenias engage, enrapture to and fro flow of yesterday’s tomorrow awaken, hard, stop a few bruises foul of breath quaking retribution but rocking nonchalance burned and buried behind ear lobe tattooed shameful a scarlet letter you can’t spell my name you can’t read my name you cannot say my name you do not know who we are soon enough you will.   image courtesy of Pinterest   Continue reading Clowns

godless

when surround by godless one must become godlike the cursed stroke of Tyrfing the justice upon Sisyphus not the calm before or after but the violence at the heart of the storm not involvement commitment ‘Generally speaking, the Way of the warrior is resolute acceptance of death.’ the might of Typhon brought to bear in mind and soul the far off days of honey must be delivered by hours of blood and vengeance tiger, lion let loose from cage the wicked fang of oppression needs be met with rage. sometimes, it all must burn to be reborn. after all, everything … Continue reading godless

I Witness

I witness have become an eye-witness to your atrocity or do you see it as generosity? fastidious interventions causing causation burn the incense in your chambers of innocence we clamor for notoriety under tables and in backrooms torturing our propriety did we ever own any of our reality? I witness have become defenseless left alone with our decisions unbound and tied down cotton candy inquisitions color me black and blue I will not forgive you or your indiscretions we are aiming for you running for office we swallow the implications cutting away the cancers of your manipulations I see you, … Continue reading I Witness

Bruise

bruise and brush elliptical orbits of never coming together I hammer nines and convolute gang signs misnomers cast breeding angst and shiver recognition of falter eminence of function and bewilder patriots of jaundice white bone pall bearing sons of squalor it’s the 3rd time this year sequester and harvest all those cute little fears they cut up my name to make it easier to say I hope it cuts their tongue every time they decide to bray the decay worrisome lads fleeing their feelings and the creeping nausea oh peeping Tom photograph plucked from the ether pay your registration fee … Continue reading Bruise

Spellbound

unbound and down unwound with a wound so wide you could crawl inside and hide from the hellhound underground precocious around neverevers metric temperance shadowed, found in shroud a balance, a joining in fluid torpidity trium mordu aloud, astound drowned in cacophony of silent sound newfound succor in the old ways clasp on the cloak become crowned measures taken heart and mind ring with hammer-song the air thrums with horns calling the ironbound paint the rune of return profound implications bring the false day down dumbfound the Caligula and the Delila a sword at night a dove at dawn freedom … Continue reading Spellbound

bending low

  bending low it’s all the thoughts I cannot express talking slow the words you are forming have no meaning there’s no weight speaking in zero gravity undertow all of the times we lost ourselves in yesterday late nights of no tomorrow summer kissing and bottled lightning sweet nothings and keg parties mushrooms and marijuana dust under my fingernails smelling of mesquite and bourbon when did we die? I am not sure I can quite remember the exact day It may have something to do with what you’re trying to say waiting for it now bending low, gravel pressing through … Continue reading bending low