Woke up to cymbals crashing divine,
I couldn’t take this harshness of mine.
What strange brew percolates our mourning,
we can’t even see ourselves hurting.
These eyes are numerous and staring into me,
can they even remember when they were free?
Give in, give in and know a requiem for your pain,
before you meet your Maker and confess yourself vain.
The forest’s edge stands astride,
giving way to thoughts of obsidian tint.
Fingers of plutonian ore
swallow beast and tree
in despondent sigh.
No comfort comes from the starless sky;
the Moon is veiled in mourning.
Critters of leaf and grass lay unmoving,
fear held in dilated irises.
Those who own the night thread e’er softly,
seeking sacrifice to appease that old god, Hunger,
upon an altar of rotting leaves and cold soil.
But hark, dawn’s sword splits the blackness,
scattering the shadows away.
Respite comes with the morn’s first light,
under twinkling radiance shapes take form.
A new day strikes for the forest old.
Somewhere, not far, a bird sings indifferent.
Count the years
by the seconds
that I behold
should I open
my eyes, when
they can’t look
back into yours?
Lets go to the bar and take these capsules of night
Where we can drown placidly in its turbulent waters
Of our own design, our own desire
You are my oxygen to inhale
Fill my lungs with your ecstasy
This lust that touches every cavity
Lets watch the night ink away
Maybe hold hands when the Sun rises
Will you still be there when the morning comes?
Or where you just a dream held within the tides of night?
Neon impulse dreams
A night of endless lines
Where fades crosses
Into your streams
Of endless consciousness
Come and enter this placid
Waking of vibrant colors
That endlessly shift
Into kaleidoscopic sands
Of realities distant
This is the end station
A slow dance of euphoria
Meeting in everlasting nowhere
That greet you with criminal desires
Of tremulous awakenings
The vast oceans are divided
By words and deeds
I see your eyes split reason
And dreams come into me
Of penitent corners
There may be a place
Where time crawls away
In the moment that I care
All simply slips away
Of quiet moments.