Unraveling

Caldron of Churning Cumulus

The night caves
Folds itself into this asylum of darkness
Pillow talk, then twilight sleep beneath our sheets; Your lunar dreams mirror mine
Moontide conjures shadows in our minds
Our web-weaved dreams, melting in the flames of the damned…
A chessboard of the same battles, just different demons
We howl, curse such threadbare sanity –
Lungs inhale a distance that tastes of cold hammered metal, which becomes exhaled coppery alienation…
Nursery rhymes are grotesque illusions, demons live between the pages
Disturbing minds, spewing torment made of afflictions too dreadful to name
Maiming Love; jagged pieces scattered in careful, erotic poses in a barren field…
Blood seeping like dahlia ink between hagged, bony fingers bereft of loves prose
Their most ravishing calligraphy churning into a demon-scented, premature eulogy
A dissection with unsterilized instruments and no remorse
No respect is paid when loves cadaver is indistinguishable…
Hopeless corrosive seizures, fueled with a fury paralyze loves flesh
Tear it, leaving it raw, flawed and reviled –
Lost beauty morosely beautiful
Glittering hyacinth recollections hiding beneath lacy, silver moon rays
Carried on wing and wind back into monochrome dreams
Petal-perfumed memories blossoming despite what offenses have tarnished
Reach for me; I will reach for you
Through cosmic cracks –
I see your soul
This inertia, that were going through…
Mathematics, mechanics, mutations and molecules
Obscenities –
Reach for me; I will reach for you
Paradigms a solitary, thorny cage; Puncture wounds stain a crisp white page
Sunless silhouettes rotting on the walls; Undrempt dreams unravel in the hall…
I’m your destiny, not your fate…
Your choice, your desire –
Not an inevitable chain
I’m the oracle of your truth
I’m the medium of your pain
I’m the vessel for your moody soul
Your silky lair to rest your nightmares of woe
Our savage, raging specters are forgeries –
Restrain love with each morbid, carcinogenic striptease
Shibari bound, to choke on kinks that masquerade as fantasies
But, my love, you know my eyes in your dreams
My whispers, my warm breath against your skin
Eons of sweetness, star-ice wrapped in moon fire…
Our thirst, faith, perceptions, fill the abyss
Time is this skeletons skeleton key; Through the dimensions our harms seep
And though whether wrought by fair or foul; I suspect that shadows creep
Through the sun to catch the moon
Tell me love, will you come home soon?
Wrap us in your tender words…
Give love a voice to be heard?

Abberations

Of Obscured Origin

Those eyes, empty mirrors telling honest lies
Apparitions sucked out all their life –
Gnarled, wasted fingers played a lullaby, morose notes beckoning your soul
Too late… eyes sewn shut and withered wings, the angels start to rust –
Damned to perch on headstones of the living dead
You pry open all your wounds, mesmerized with how your veins bleed acid rain
Standing on sacred ground, you sacrifice what others beg to keep
Reach inside and rip your heart from its bone asylum; Harvester of the absurd –
The banshees and the demons laugh and flirt with wicked sighs. Make a joke of me
Twisted flames melt your metal cage while you hold the key –
As all the crows are falling from the sky
Littering the fields with their tiny bones, soft among the brittle leaves and thorny stems
I’ll make my way to your resting place. Sleep upon your dandelion-finial grave –
Dig into the musky dirt and push it to the side, so I can rest my sorrow and my body close to you
Deaths alluring seduction your primitive desire – loamy eyes pursue its providence
It is not for me to maim or desecrate, to dissuade your hyperbolic love affair with the cessation of being…

And time unfolds what’s true, like rivers carve the stones. Like moss climbs up the trees and flesh dissolves to bone
And pain reveals what’s real, like shadow swallows sun. Like damage erodes sweet and tears eulogize what’s gone
And it is not for me, to try to hold you here. To mutilate your aberrations –
To calm my deepest fears

There is no peace tonight, in tender dream or prayer. The ghosts sleep in our bed, between you and me
Where my love sanctifies, your forlorn love impales, provokes our demise, without lament or wail
Deep in your caramel eyes, dark with brooding ruin, you’ve already gone to murder the light
In this specters dance, the grass is dying beneath your feet, the trees are weeping to the mountains –
The stones turning to dust, and the crows, their carcasses rotting in lovely desolation, are so delicate in flux
Time does not heal all wounds, its sutures rupture, unravel and assault
The heart becomes a tomb, decimated with misshapen visions, shadows of false prophecies
No footprints in the doorway, the flowers left to weed, windows smeared with seasons storms –
Black feathers stuck in blood upon the shattered glass
And all you speak is pain, all you love is woe, all you do is murder
You left long ago
This ruin is mine to tend, its desolation deep, these rusty, empty hours lacerate my bones
I watch you walk into the reclusion of your pain
You drink your torment down, then retch it back again
My hands slide down your skin, to calm your fevered grief
But in your frenzied ills your madness screams against relief
The twisted messengers in your mind, shrieking all your pain, mocking, taunting, brutalizing
Jagged beaks pecking at your last article of faith; Cannibalizing
And no one understands you now — appreciates the way you burn
They set fire to your fire, goading your pathologies from grotesque into perverse
The damage in the air; Your disenchanted wounds culminate in desolation
Too long you’ve worn this skin; Too long lived as this wretched mutilation
Where Death murmurs like a wanton lover, with tender care made of shameless deceit and treason
To disfigure… to cheat you, steal you of yourself – take scalpel to your soul and reason

And time unfolds what’s true, like rivers carve the stones. Like moss climbs up the trees and flesh dissolves to bone
And pain reveals what’s real, like shadow swallows sun. Like damage erodes sweet and tears eulogize what’s gone
And it is not for me, to try to hold you here. To mutilate your aberrations –
To calm my deepest fears

Note: Funny story. In a hotel with a nice, clean, huge window. Woke up late at night, couldn’t sleep so took a few photos. In the morning I realized that “I ❤ U” showed in the photos. Looked at the window but no such message was anywhere.

Desert Soul

Peaceful Paragon

I can’t grasp my breath, can’t see its shadow
Unwrapped by a thousand gasped cuts, razor sharp
That have punctured the sun
I can’t feel my fire –
Inhale its spirit into my souls desert
Permeate my chiaroscuro and my greys with scent and color inbetween –
Pigment alchemy in this carved indigenous wasteland
Where is the water?
Where is the water?
Where is my thirst?
Where is your thirst?
I’ve lost my counsel; Spinning stars tilt the sky, leave me with convulsing eyes
You say I should seek the wisdom of your elders –
Feather and sage in your hands to send me on my way
I am stravaging your red road by moonstone –
Between thorny tumbleweeds, cacti spurs, mica shards
Amid iceberg caves with screaming visions
Dreams of twisted symbols that solicit extraction; Meanings in motion, poured
Dousing dust, rusted sockets, and dead roots
Stones turned reveal cliff notes
Braided vines to scale brail canyons littered with corpse histories –
Reach the inclines leading beneath tangerine cliff overhangs
Where messengers shape what speaks within each seasons almanac
And your eyes welcome me, urging my sight toward the promise surrounding me –
Bones restrung with succulent thread –
It’s sinewy, linen web glistening with knots of perpetuity…
And thus, an unfolding; A spewing cornucopia
Birthed into this dry, wretched, sun-cracked inertia
All of this mealy precipitation baked into my veins, like cracked pottery
Having been left in the chimera too long
Ah, but, firefly particles weave dandelion seeds in the thin-veined air
Delicate reminders that burst like ice crystals on the sun –
Or sunflower petals in your mischievous eyes
Pearlescent and balmy
And my riddles are diffused, take flight on the bohemian wings of gypsy moths
I breathe again my ancient secrets
I know each curve and pattern, each trace and continuum…
Rushing through me
I am nothing
And everything
My chamomile eyes flowering