Never more

Raven, raven
In the sky
Raven, Raven.
Tell me why.
Why are you so far away..
Tell me please why you cannot stay.

Supine.

Surprise,
It sweeps.
It seeps.
How blatant.
How forced.
My, oh my. It soars.
Like a devil's cure it stings.
A deafly heard riot.
Drumming of hearts.
Alliterated expectations.

How, horrid, healthy hearts are heard. My own. No longer beats.
No longer in rhythm. Or in tune.

Trumpets burry me. Sadness mistaken for irony. My heart yet tolls. Silently. Softly like a cricket song. I sit in an empty room. Enamored with my loneliness.
Disdaining my omnipotence.

Impotence.. Ignorance..banality
My new identity. My code of honor..
My concrete soles.

Pity me. Do not give me a rope.

Resurrect dead, on planet Jupiter

She creeps from the grave .
A grave in my mind.
A lethargic resurfacing
A walking, dead approach from
The past.

The Lord of the living dead , reborn yet again. Same mistakes. Same humanity.
What rules ever change? What coffins never close?
When king Jupiter resurrects the dead, will i be saved?

Or must I to be part of this world.
This planet of excess, and hedonistic conditioning. Must I too dance with the devil?

What I once thought dead Is crawling back to life...

One chance,
I can't dare miss this only shot.

Misfire.

I can't sell my soul and eat it too.

It appears the time has come.
The worlds is an oyster..
like an apple core..
pearly white cruxes 
amplified descent. 
 riches, vague and insubstantial. 

Deep below graves lay seeds
Deep within seeds lay monsters
Grotesque, Sullen, Betrayed. 
My anger, my arousal.. deafened. 
muffled  breaks. coughs like daggers.
retired instances..

Tomorrow my soul will be buried.
no wakes, no bedfellows. 
a desecrated corpse. 
strange.. 

the tree.
founded on earth.
bearer of forbidden fruit.
unimaginable compromises.
seedless grapes, rotten apples.
squashed.


reward me.
for I am your burden. 
with feet of clay.
a morose obstacle. 
glued to my seat..
staring at a screen.
with out blood on my hands.

A year unrequited.

I fear the ringing stopped.
The bell no longer tolls.
I fear the sound has perished..
and I fear nobody knows.

The pain of loss unspoken
sunken feelings now awoken.
repressed and unadorned.

where are you liberty?
has Spain not shed a tear?
What is it happiness?
where have you been all year?


I see it now.
quit clearly.
I see it like a storm.
imagined doom and terrors 
deprive me from that which is warm..

I see it whirling around me.
this vulnerability.
this care that's unrequited. 
this maiden out at sea

imagined strife and sorrow.
oh bother, woe is me.

I, a deaf parishioner. 
alone.
 unaware. 
unspoken.
blind.
.

Reprise

I feel as if I've told this story before. 
A boy, trapped in his age. 
not slighted by the swift crush of ambivalence. The sky falling before him like a genuflecting servant. 
The night rises without a pale fire.
March's soul begs an uneasy question. God can not simply claim his own omnipotence. As a child can not beg himself to know truth beyond his years. We are shackled by the present. Cursed to only be sculptors of the drying clay we call our futures. 


Yes I have told this story before. It is about the uncertainty of the past before conception.

Pt. 2
The Post
Out like our shallow feelings, for our lovers our arms can't yet bear the weight of our sorrows and internalized our hate instead of violence. I've not been one to gripe. For I am no one yet to speak of love and hate attained. We are all shallow. Like waters in a puddle. We have to be stepped on a while before our shallowness is gone. 

Pt. 3
The Window
Gray as a stone pivot wall
Strong like the suns of ole english priests
The air is a jewel in the sky
Precious as only life can be.
Although we are all doomed to die

An interest in ideals contrast the truth and closes our eyes
We are blind
A shame
Wilderness blinds, Sanity sells.

To be, and to see are to live 
like we can.

Comfort

• • Their courageous embrace
    It panics my senses.
    A subtle reaction not seen
    My face shifts. I blunder.
    Their comfort reminds me.
    
    I remember her face.
    But her name escapes me.
    It once was. But it isn't now.
    A ringing, a sound of warning.
    She was.. Once. Or rather she is
    
    She, IS a... A master of balance.
    An artist with time.
    A mistress of history.
    An interest of mine.
    
    The sound from the bells awake me
    Church bells not withstanding.
    They remind me of summers past.
    I dwell within her singing.

 

Taste

They gave up on thinking. 
They forced their hand.
They gave up on moving.
They were buried in sand.

A monolith they carried.
Astounded they stood.
A meager position.
A bridge made of wood.

Swift fires undaunting.
Swell tiding came quick.
Shivering tendencies. 
Signs leading to nowhere. 

They came on horseback.
They said they knew best.
They are slightly soft spoken 
The horsemen in the pale moon light.

Easy came quickly.
Earnestly so.
Esther's cold shoulder fits the bill. 
Ends of the earth, the ends of days

You cannot escape the cruel intentions of ghostly figures. 
They will follow you in the peripherals of your sight in the darkest caverns of your mind. 

At night they will haunt you. 
At night it will be too late..

Lago

The breeze encased in iron
Uneasy sighs as the justice of morrows past, eclipse the scolding moonlight of a native sun. 

Redemption through excellence. 
Restriction by obliteration. 
The Lake stood still for years.
Only the passing rain caused a shiver.

When will the maiden voyage return?
Above whispers of neglect.
And silent hateful signs of affection. 
While at sea I saw her.
While away, Like a stone I've sat. 
In the darkness. 
Her laughter is all she wrote.

Castillo en un Barco

The waining and panning of a dusted shallow. 
Unmistakable affirmation of guilt
The sullen uneasiness of the bare breasted enchantress. 
Easy did it. 
Did it with out a second guess.
Unaware there was no second chance. 

The first encounter with the pathetic nods of a frivolous philistine. 

Now the castle stands high above the lake. beneath the clouds on a boat made of sand. 
Unmoved.
Guarded by stones longing to board.
Longing to sink.
And to live forever beneath the superficial pangs of the sun. 

Oh god why did she have to happen.
Just as I was doing so well without her.

En Las Nueves

Today the storm broke.
An atomic bomb of surprise.
Spring awoke like a muffled heartbeat.
 A crystal obelisk to Spanish royalty. 

Light glimmers on weekends.
Sundays unforgiving
Sanded dollars 
Wounded elk
In the sky's of larking shadows. 

My eyes open at the possibility.
Stars with broken wings.
Angels with stolen hearts.
The aches of freedom.
pressed to the edge of sanity.
Now in the skys.
Clouds above orphaned ambitions.
Laughter no longer recurring 

Angels dancing in a midsummer's night

It is cold.
Above me the abyss
The City's ironic glare. 
A work of art. 
Her rendition of van Gough 
Without the subtle strokes. 

Below. 
Globes, radiant globes. 
Worshiped by monoliths. 
Stoned architects of the wild.
The rhythm of the night...
It banishes cowardly spirits. 
Holstered arias. Bested by beasts.

The sky erupts. 
The silence now triumphant. 

The pin drop is heard. 

A weapon of mass destruction.

Button-nose (Christmas with Sadie)

"One mustn't feed stray dogs.
They may follow you home.
One must be kind to animals, Certainly.
Never (though) with the affection one would give to
a suitor. One mustn't play games with dangerous pets
or teach them to play dead by example."

Our hearts grow bigger as we meet new faces and make new friends.
So too as our hearts grow bigger do they also grow heavier as those new faces leave our lives.
What once was a mighty pillar of satisfaction has now fallen on harsh times.

Please be kind, sweet Persephone.
Please be gentle.