Horsemen

I am war.

For an eternal battle wages within me.

Id versus ego.

Man vs. Beast.

Swift strikes of human frailty 

Mind against matter.

I am pestilence. 

A virus, a cancer.

Words drill into the simple mind.

Sights infect the senses. 

That eager manipulation.

That willingness to be downed by a sickening phrase. 

"You cannot."

I am famine.

The hunger to know.

To take. 

I hunger to have.

Have beyond need.

Beyond self. 

Passion begets hunger.

I am death.

For I have quit. 

Give way to nil.

Broken the bridge. 

And sailed with charon. 

  

Not a drop to drink.

Sea of sickening. 

Lay waste to health. 

River of mourning. 

Break the banks of dispear. 

Ocean of violence. 

Drown out the screams, 

Waves break the silence. 

Tortured, tragic, souls plead for help as the sinking ships hum the ghost song. 

Water

Bleeds from our immortal skin. 

The dust will never settle.

  

Park on sunday.

Oblivion. 

I chose oblivion. 

Earth shattering, conscious. 

clockwork in an erratic retrograde. 

The tragic dissipation of cosmic fabric.

Movement slurred,

The distance; impossible.

Light never reaches. Dark skies. 

Heat death in the somber afternoon. 

The tragedy of parallels

Bright are her eyes

Which glimmer under streetlights. 

Like stars around a new moon. 

Like a cosmos that rolls infinitely within her.

An entire world behind those eyes..

Immensely different.

New.

One step. 

One leap.

A universe so vast. 

Just one.

So close. 

So agonizingly far away. 

The tragedy of parallels  

Screech

Like concrete or cold hard steel, 

Reality; harder than a diamond necklace. 

-begin as a concept. 

Beyond the scope of reason.

Within the realm of thought. -

--To be ancient. 

weakened by the pain of memory.*--

To hold the world in your arms.*

*we saw stars.

Blood everywhere. 

Eerie Storm.

Moonlight whispered through the clouds.

An eerie storm hints at an extravagant arrival. Rain falls at first like soft expectant laughter but as the night extends her reach the great flood begins. 

A march to war. 

The deafening drums persist through the witching hour. Hell hath broke through from the skies. The storm is here. 

Run for cover. 

Bitter Coldness

That mad, indistinct laughter that passes through the cold, wild night. 

It lands suddenly.

An alien sound struggling to find a home.  

A purpose. 

The night swung and missed. 

Courage raptures progress. 

It sets the sky to fall. 

But fails to see the stars. 

to make a wish, 

or an impression. 

Yet, courage strikes like lighting 

like a bird of prey. 

Like an arrow.