part 2

pain runs throughout,
each nerve punished.
the knife sits,
smoking a cigarette
and sipping bourbon
like a hallucination,
wild fever dream.
blood-coated shoes
track the carpet,
leading the way
for all followers.

meaningless words (57)

those sleepy eyes
and tired smile
continue to march,
fighting on through
the uncertain present
to further uncertainty.
at the end,
wherever and whenever
that may be,
lies a harp
of golden hue,
playing notes beautiful,
leading you on.

part 1

light peeked through
hitting my eyes,
waking my soul.
“it’s been dark
for too long,”
my mind lamented.
this new light
was a beginning,
a new tomorrow
of indeterminable length
which would see
every possible world.

ghosts (4)

they use
my tiredness
against me,
catch me
when lulling
to dreams.
they sneak
in hallways,
dimly lit
isolated loneliness.
these ghosts
can listen
to secrets
never spoken,
only guarded.

fragment

I close my eyes
and see the world,
the world of time.
all my souls are there,
dressed in white or black
or some in between.
each lover, every one
dressed with highest regards.
mounds of regret and embarrassment
create an apocalyptic skyline

heartbreak (21)

I can’t find
the words
to describe
how I feel.
my head
is beating a
numbing loudness,
my heart
is sliding
into the stomach
which rages,
nervous crashing.
there’s, there’s
nothing reasonable
about loneliness.

dancing (4)

these blue-jeaned hips,
gliding east and west,
taking you everywhere,
leading you astray.
that loose flannel shirt,
swirling with silent grace,
lifting to expose
a smooth, pale hue.
this long, red hair
simmering in twilight
as crimson lips curl
in lovable ecstasy.

ghosts (3)

all of my ghosts
reside in a room
deep within my mind,
hidden by memories,
blocked by repression.
they scream for me
after I start to get good,
slinking back only when
the darkness settles over
this depleted heart.

meaningless words (56)

quiet storm,
I feel
your fury,
anger buried
deep within.
momentary release,
sudden, intimidating,
violence begetting
fearful violence.
kind vengence,
soft darling.

saint humility

blue sky
hangs above,
clouds play
heaven’s guards,
letting children
find gods
within themselves.
sunny warmth
cooking imaginations,
building statues
with chimera.
beautiful mirage,
such eyes
cannot behold.