Epilogue

The third planet.
Life springs from the beautiful streams.
The molten rapids of reborn islands.
Deep echoing resonates within the hollow catacombs of earth's boiling pot.
A melted ether.
A slow parade of symbiosis.

On the third day...
Dawn and Dusk are born.
Day and Night.
Flesh turns immortal.
And French hens crow in place of the rooster.

the third denial..
No more chances.
Venom spouts like a fountain.
Elegance lost in the hastened panic of unappreciated angst.
A snap, a growl.
No sheltering. An unnatural reaction.
Truth in spades.
Holes dug deeper like depression.
Graves built for mourning.

The morning comes.
The rooster crows.
Light scatters and recollects.
It is day once again.
Life continues.

Fin

The little dragon's fire burst destroys the golden kingdom.
A rich successor to the throne.
The sunken spoils of war melt in The blazing sun.
In the warm breath of hellfire.
Before the storm clouds come and bring winter.

Princes in palaces spark new challenges.
Philosopher kings lose their golden thrones to the troglodyte soldiers of fortune. A humble new approach to humility. A tongue and cheek disaster.

The last days are upon the wicked, upon the holy. The sorrowful holy and the confident damned.

Ashes fall on earth.
It starts with a whimper, and ends in a kiss. Humanity falls silent.
It's one true love.

Salt burns on open wounds.

I can't compete.
The water is freezing.
The innocuous scoffing of fresh wounds.
A Gaping hole in the desperate heart.
it laughs at me.
Salt burns.
Salt burns.
Salt from wounded eyes burn the open flesh.

The wall became holy.
Blood stained impressions
Agonizing fists and retreating feelings.
The ire of barbarians
The sensibilities of philistines.
I regret having known truth.
I regret knowing better.


I wish the sky was falling.
I wish the earth crashed faster.
Tomorrow...
the last day of this forty day tirade.
MY heaven remember the cries of the damned and may I know nothing more of this nonsense.

The frustrated holler of hounds scrap the night sky and breaks its silence.
I cannot compete with them.

Tristan in chains.

Heaven calls with a thunderous jolt.
The spine of subtle heart beats break under pressure.
My insane prophesy
Spider cyanide wrapped in candle wax.
The judgement of somber masters behind closed church doors.
The sirens wale of destruction coming to pass. The cold yolk of foster children petrify in the iron plateau.
Coal marks on a blackboard read ;
"Oh sad stranger mark the words of your beloved Isuelt"
Yearning is the journey

The night sky fell and the goose that laid the golden egg flew toward the vanishing sun. Hell has come for you. Lest anyone else cares to intrude, your home awaits.

She placed the shackles on my feet.
Hell could not take me now.

Red snow.

Sing a song of spiritual redemption.
Like the river to hell. Sweep the waves with eager admission. Play the symphonic arrival of hades and his beautiful new wife.

Kings have crossed the country road.
The horses fray and sway toward the ragged path. Rotting empires await their just desert. The sign claims absolution. The sign seeks your approval.
The station slated a new policy.
No royalty after midnight.

12:00 doomsday is near.
It is here.

My journey starts beneath the rocks.

The free bird sings best.

Fuck
Written on the wall like a sophisticated assertion. The plague of modernity caught in the sights of a fanatic upheaval. The strike begins at dusk and ends once the wick runs cold and ascends into heaven.

Orange peel floors mist a friendly welcome yet the smell of health hints at disease. The song of the sparrow is played and her cage becomes essential. The trap an asset. 

Shackled beauty feigns the fearful. 

Satisfaction; unescapable.
But what of love?

The sound of morning shakes the countryside as the native sun rises.
The sky's symphony informs the day so that the night may hold in her darkness
The day inevitably grows old, and the sparrow is freed from her cage.

True Love is.. Always slightly out of reach.
One would not have it any other way.

Waves on the shore.

Asleep in paradise.  
Where palms brush the sky and paint it from somber black to amber.
From a soothing amber to a hopeful blue.
A light breeze on a peaceful shore.

Waves massage the tired beach side.
Footprints easily erased. Castles effortlessly washed away.  

A yearning quelled by a necessary renewal.

We dream in black and white but wake to the colors of morning.  

Moonlight

The dark side breaks a warm afternoon.
Wrinkled shadows become omnipotent and my wide open heart sinks into my stomach.

The fountain spouts impossible promises
My eyes as wet as dreams and clear as the phosphorus bulbs. I am enlightened
The cosmic balance must be obtained.

The moonlight must be dimmed and my tears quenched. I am no longer a lover or a saint. A poet or a philosopher.
I am hidden like the growing darkness.
May the days never grace my presence and may my hearts never feel warmth.
For it would burst like pyrotechnic display.

The sun's day is coming and the 40 day tirade will end.
All balance will be restored.
And I will vanish once again.

The Spider and her prey

New blood
Rich, simple, adequate.
Virgin sensibilities
Concocted and reversed.
The ambivalent strategies of the damned.
The signpost is up ahead.

Relax, spring is here.
Over yonder the twisted silence remains
The sad, eerie call of the spider.
Her web, a spiral, a vortex.
Judge, jury, executioner.
Willow spoke and praised the mountains


Virgins become shriveled widows.
Prey unannounced, salt on wounds.
She saw the sunrise.
And spun a last goodbye.
The widow peaked.

Can't go higher than heaven.

Dreaded insides.

There is a sinking feeling.
Deep within my chest.
I know I've sighed and whined before.
This feeling is nothing like the rest.
I feel a weaker courage.
As if I have no hope.
But still the feeling grinds within.
And my body seems to cope.

The sand sinks deeper toward a pile.
And wicked folks appear to smile.
Intensely seeing with a grin.
These dark and widowed men within.
They break the silence.
Like the skin.
They break my spirit
It's a sin..


Tomorrow I will wake up.
No history beneath.
Tomorrow I will take up,
The mantle of my kin.

I shed a tear for my omniscient self.
For he knows what awaits me
And I know nothing..

Isolde.

Above the atmosphere; I sit and wait.
The game is played
The jester is set up for a gig.
A royal engagement with a just dessert.
Time winds down and history is lost.

The sun sets over the canyon
A beautiful sight for sore eyes.
Sore from images of pain and regret.
Depression sinks like a stone in a lake.
The sun sets.
I am above it.
I must will it so.
I am above it.
I am.

Spring's pink eye gleams over the countryside. The panicked breathe of winter sighs a final time.
My dear Persephone. Return to me.
Hell hath burdened you so.
Hell hath burned you with his cold arms.

Symbol Crash

Wash out your brain.
Mortality is only a blood drop away.
The constant symbol of resurrection
A snake whom consumes itself.
The sinner with a Sisyphean task.

Repent and be sorry.
Deny your purpose and beg
for forgiveness. For happiness.
Beyond sin.
Beyond disaster
Beyond the self.

The serpent paid the price for betrayal.
To live beneath the foot of god for eternity
Worse fates do exist.
what Is a spine anyway?

The cross on the road crashed into a pilar.
The man in chains fell to his knees.
And the sharp whip of Romans struck.

Disaster looms as the symbol's crash.
The cymbal crashed.
And drums had their revenge.
Once and for all.

Choking, gasping, smirking

"Choking under the sea fairing vessel.
The waves grow larger as the sea sinks in my lungs. "

I sat waiting for the storm to settle.
The beach blew hot air and the truth escaped me.

The ocean consumes the dying man beneath the vessel, the sharp pain of death evokes a stagnant cry.
Wallow in the depths of life long enough and the direction of the surface becomes obfuscated.

"I drowned as I swam closer to the surface. My god, it will not come. My eyes grow darker."

I smell the salt.
I taste it soon after.
An old friend drowned today.
A shadow that attached to my feet.

"I am but a soul, may heaven accept me graciously."

The hot air turned cold and the somber truth of darkness overtook me.
My shadow has returned for me.

"My eyes, see darkness. My heart knows of nothing more profound"

Signal (moral adjustment)

The simple style of new avenues
The ghost trail that leads to new territories.
I am shaken.
Aloof.
Yet again beneath long wretched highways. The pantomime screams of checkered flags. Wind caught in the appetite of a muddled earthly vestige.
My senses permeated,
my new wheels; Halted
Discouraged by the sight of forked roads 
How to decide right was wrong? 
Was it only until nothing was left?
When it was gone for good. 

There's a long road ahead

Undeveloped footage pt. 3

Click*
The universe bows to their beauty.
Two children with proud parents.
Hearts held with tender esteem.
Tears and blood, Kane and Abel.
A binary system.
A black hole in the making.

Click*
Waiting in the forest.
A vine ridden porch of nature.
Man's need for consistency.
A home, a heart, a lost civilization.
Journey into mystery.
Thee unknown.
The flashbacks of land owned,
a subtle reminder of his need to begin again. To run away.

Click*
She cuddles close to him.
A warmth not felt before.
A dream. An important dream.
Clouds form above a lake.
Castles hold princesses and queens.
The dreams ends at dawn.
We only sleep to dream, child.

Wrought with good intentions.

I mustn't know love.
I know not the intentions.
I must not know love.
For my eyes do not see.
As my mind does not remember.

The features of shallow waters escape me. The details of of the waterbed vague.
A murky reality.

I do not know love.
For if I did her image would be burned into my memory. Not narrowly escaping description. Like a photo copied too many times.

I suffer from a bordered haze.
A wicked dejection of thought.
A borderline identity, singing and crying. Fighting and dying.

I must never know love.

Back from drowning.

Days grow closer.
Time expands like a radiant aura.
A brilliant rainbow comes forth.
God's Promise.
No more floods
A flagrant lie, a malicious misstep.

The sea is red again.
The glowing eyes of medusa
They seek revenge on planet earth.
They want blood.
Blood on sand, on stone. On leaves.

God promised to return.
A promise in vain.
In leu of those great servants

Servants whom heard first hand the word of god.

She knew the rivers ran deep.
She was still brave enough to enter.
Blessed are those.

I know now, we know now.

In the sun light.
Red wooded beams
Filter dark from a beating heart

Grey guilds prove to much for my mind
Straighten out dents in the shrine.

Beat, beat my dying heart.

The sun down.
Cold violent brands
Take siege in the house next door.

Shriveled waste rots on the floor
We know our masters no more.

In the sun light.
The courage of man is high.
Justice is blind.
The blind know not fear.

Rivers and Angels.

The frigid airs dissolves my resolve.
Ambrosia stains sink into my lapel and the quixotic subtleties of the day evaporate into the auburn sky.

My mind aloof, as if the gloomy morning descended into chaos and the water torn city was reborn like a phoenix chick.
New life, reminiscent to the old. With only an all too familiar name attached. A daunting name. Wrought with an anxious aroma, the smell of rain on cement.

My city, is a princess.
A crown jewel.
Treasured, sunken, forgotten.
Perpetually shrinking
like the world around it.
A microscopic earth torn a sunder

She forgets I exist.
She thinks I'm alone.
She thinks it's what I deserve.
She expects nothing more.

Water returns like a lighting strike.
Flames engulf me before I am quenched.
Rapture is always free of charge.

Sun dried tomatoes.

I sit in the corner.
Like a troubled child.
Castigated, berated, marginalized.

I sit away.
On my own free will.
Convinced It is mine own.
Convinced I have a choice in the matter.

My nature lures me.
Like a dollar on a string.
Like a hot dog on a fishing poll.

Never tell me what to do.
I do it on my own.
Never show me.
For I already see.

I think I do.
I think therefore I am right.
Right?
You think?
Right?
Are you there?
Am I right?

The serpent eats his tail.
Introverted.
Self contained
Self perpetuated.
Like that impossible myth.

"How can there not be perpetual motion if all energy must be conserved?"

The earth fell to static
The sun dried to diamond dust.
And god got a continue.

Enlightenment and the cave.

Within a cave.
Lives a man.
A prisoner chained.
In darkness he lusts for light.
The dream of a vivid reality.
Today.
Truth is the shadows.
Poor, staunch imitations of enlightenment.

The weary prisoner escapes.
Steps away, a gleaming promise.
The promise of a vivid reality.
The shadows lie.
They are art.
Gestures of kinship.
Insurmountable.

Enlightenment begets blindness.
Especially from those in darkness.
Temporary.
Unforgettable.
Eyes adjust.
Truth unescapable.
Surreal.
Perfect.
Temporary.

Back to the cave, he is taken.
Darkness prevails.
Blind again.
Temporarily.
Eyes will inevitably adjust.

Drum Snare.

Midnight.
Dawn of man.
Half past the end of days.

Time stops at the end..
the end of our last heart beat.
Born alone.
Sadness. Disconnection. Trepidation.
A new life.
A new death.
Miles away.
If we're lucky.

"Thank you" She said.

Planes crash,
sirens screech,
wolves howl.
Crickets play the world smallest violin.
Universal sound for silence.
A failed joke.
An analogy to life.

"You're welcome"

Whirlwind

Triumph.
Eloquent yet subliminal.
Like charades beneath the moon light.
Strobed mannerisms.
Emphatic delight, prose and seditious.
The dust clears after a roaring pursuit.
Air in hands. But not empty.
  Sinking in to the night was expected.
Drowning in laughter was not. 
The tide is now lower. 
The leap a shorter distance

Victory.
It is a skipped heart beat.
A captured glance.
Sincere questions
Positive attitudes
Whirlwinds, Butterflies.
Spring must be here.

The boy in a turquoise vest.

Like tulips, a spring awakening.
The florist is a love monger.
A fascist benefactor of well wishes.
The boy in turquoise shudders.
He shudders at the sight of happiness.
He is alone on the edge of the world.
To live and die beneath the city lights.

Atop a hill of dreams he flew with friends when darkness sprang,
all shadows vanished.
No one in sight.
The illusion of independence.
A sardonic requiem.
The boy in turquoise sits alone.
Without wings
Beneath the city lights.

Circles. (Spun)

The steeple sits silently as the choir sings.
Distantly a bridge collapses.
Seven casualties, Seven brides to be.
The bells toll seven times.
The priest prays for their souls.
The music for their would be spouses.
Non-existent.
Distantly, an empire falls.
Disastrously.

From the ashes rises the phoenix.
From the fire, seeds grow.
A passionate ascension.
Heaven awaits with golden wings.
Fruits from the tree of life,
Destined to whither far from the tree.
Far from the bell.
Deaf to the ringing.
Ignorant of liberty.

I once saw a spider on the wall.
It's web elegantly spun.
The flies caught on her trap
Helpless.
I once felt ashamed.

Luna: maid of honey.

Her pale face hidden.
Like a blushing rose.
Complimented color.
Light and darkness.
Surrounded by stars.
Nothing to howl at.

She's a mystery.
An epilogue.
to a greek tragedy.
An overture to more torment.
The end is again the beginning.

A feigning imitation of truth.
failed loquacity
A tongue tied apparition.
A pathetic attempt.
Apathetic whispers.
The "H" falls silent.

Hush little baby.
Don't say a word.

Waters of the southern sea.

Bleeding edge.
Crisp images of suffering.
Dark, crusted, festering growths.
The metropolis.
The bustling cancer.
Smoke filled center of gravity.

The gravity of the situation.
The pool house during summer.
Cesspool.
The poor house during winter.
Built for a king.
Slept in by cretins.

I washed in the southern waters.
Bathed in a ship wreck.
Cried in a burrow.
Died in a cocoon.
Buried at sea.

Oh native sun
Free me of your burden.
Save me from your nature.
Hide me from your light.

Cancer awaits at every corner.
She knows not why.

Raw Pots and the Metamorphosis

Dominate the playing field
The rules of war are complicated
Complicated and unbound.
Fear has no place.
Indecision neither
Hesitation finally too is unneeded.

The leering, looming, loquacious
Lieutenants lament the ever lasting loss of lives for love of living.

Love.
Indeed love and war one and the same.
Without discourse.
Not compromising.
Intensely primal.
irreversibly enchanting.

The ladybug slept soundly.
The caterpillar did not.
For the feet did march
And spring came for the first time.
Metamorphosis takes no prisoners.
Leaves no innocents.

A Black Eclipse

Once there was a lion.
A cub to be precise
Whom roared a withered cry.
This lion cub in winter
hid amongst the snow.

One day the winter's appetite grew
And consumed the lion whole.

A freezing day
It is today.
No eagles hope to soar.
A drop of rain will come in vain,
And leave your foreheads sore.

No summer will rise again.
Of this I can be sure.
So long as lions weep
And eagles sleep
Beneath the eclipsed shore.

A darkness falls upon us.
The degree of which unknown.
From this I heed a warning
That the cub did so abhor.

Hide under a mattress
Deep within your home.
For when the black eclipse passes
You will not be alone.

Once there was a kingdom..
Once there was an empire..
Once.

The gray delirium

I see it, at a distance.
The gray delirium.
My essence compounded.
Estranged.
Compounded by multiple eyes.
Estranged by a greater "Me".

My voice is gone.
A silent shriek remains.
A glowing confidence.
Unaware, vain, distant.

I wondered once.
I wonder constantly.
Am I out of it..
Touch.

Am I the obelisk?
Am I a stone statue?
Unmoved
Bewildered.
A relic.
Hardened by time.
Fragile.

Topple me.
Drop me
Break me.
To find out.

Spectrum. (Or the end of warmth)

Cut open another wound.
Cut around the dying flesh.
Remove the sadness from a dying heart.
Remove the fear.
The trepidation.

Five years gone by.
Five years to long.

The orange groves continue for eons.
The red rose stood on the foreground.
Envious .
Afraid.
Sad.

Cauterize the wound.
Stop the bleeding.
Love knows no bounds.
Dreams, no limit.
Put the heart on ice and take the cooler.

White lights are at the end of the tunnel.

A spectrum's agreement.

Life's only compromise.
It's last gift.

I see it now.
clearer than day.