Desolate Dreams Desired

Tripping on our lost love affair
Falling down the rabbit hole where right side up is upside down, and left is right, and right is left…
This spongy, muddy-walled, psychedelic cage my failed eternity
These paisley broodings bend my mind with their tantra prisms…
Your eyes… My downfall
Your beauty… My heartache
Your mind… My loneliness
Your soul… My bittersweet
My desire… My death
My love… My funeral
Time slides down the walls like red candles dripping down my spine
Night swallows my breath, sucks up the moon
Your words wrap around my soul, bind me to your will –
Knife blade dull and rusty on the bedside table
Beside my fate
Angels unclip their wings in our catacomb
In the corners, shadows unzip their demons
To seep beneath our skin
Lime green haze of romantic rhetoric
Fills the hours with crumpled words –
Poetic declarations in reverse
The feast feeds your hunger but sucks the dreams from my eyes…
Hollow, hazel-pupiled cadavers
That can’t rest within this heart hell…
Where loves bones crack and wail in the fire
Woe pulls the wings from the dragonflies
Despair smothers the stars
Despondency disembowels dreams

Death mocks mourning

Tonight I will bleed for you
Your indifference a mortal wound; I fall away
Then will your warm hands lovingly pet my cold skin?
Caress my emptiness with longing?
Your souls numbered days are showing in your eyes –
Why are all your mirrors broken?
3 and 1… 3 and 1… and 3 and 1…
Where right side up is upside down, and left is right, and right is left…
Loveliness gone savage
Rancid remnants
Tonight I will bleed for you
Tomorrow you will bleed for me

Mortal Wound

Signs Everywhere?

You are my only ferocious hunger
The dismissal of my sanity –
My mortal wound
Lay me within the cool soil until I’m returned to the earth as those before –
Human form shifted, no longer a heart to suffer. Transformed…
Like ancient beings; I am severed from the fierce jagged ones that form the cliffs –
Spirits worn down by everyday sorrows into smooth round reflections. Stones of silence…
Sharp, lovely, ferocious armature falling away as time belittles, defies, destroys –
By sending its angry creatures
Deluded, raging things that hammer at all of Loves lovely confections –
Empty lovers disguised as vessels overflowing –
Luring, seducing in an effort to hoard the light
Infatuation with the dark now a dimension of their disease
Vehemently declaring that’s not their intention while killing all the pretty
Deconstructing spirit, tearing it apart, strips and pieces, strips and pieces…
Clawing at its innocence until it cries blood
Burning its pain, spitting on its determination
They dismiss, defile its sweet rituals that tether it to faith, trust, love
To replace those lovely tenderness’s with crude, fatal harm
This assault an unending, hollow apology that peels back layer upon layer of scabs

Until all wounds are eternal

Raging thing –
You are my only ferocious hunger
I’ve known you before existence drew its first breath
You gave me your eyes
Spoke my language – words painted on lonely pages in twisted, flowing script
Expressing the dark longings of your disenchanted, embittered soul
Lovely, poetic ramblings, tangled up in howling anguish
I thought that your maddened burning was for me
But that deranged fire, violent passion, lethal, smoky lust
Was not for me, but in spite of me
Blood on each page after reading, and – I thought meaning. Until I read between those bleeding lines…
To find that you’d bound my spirit with fiction, prose that swarmed and stung beneath my skin
A thousand stinging passages –
Backward translations shattering mirrors with the ferocity of their deflowered, naked truths
And the finality rains swift, time can’t temper this abrasive fracturing –
Your destructive force batters the soft womb of my soul
You bury my spirit where the murdered were abandoned
Where the flowers have no petals
And the sun casts no shadow
Every tomb nameless –
No sorrowful devotion, no remembrance carried through the ravages of eternity…
Beneath the luminosity of the suns light or the moons milky pool; Let some small force deny obscurity
Unlived, unbound, undone soul mates returning to fit in each others shadows, wounds, words
Souls sealed at the seams
Trials, tribulations melted into antiquity
Love wrought from pain during all seasons, reasons, separations
You are my only ferocious hunger
The dismissal of my sanity –
My mortal wound

The Sweetness Inside

Wonderous Wasteland

We are simple yet complex, beauteous creatures. We have the amazing ability to be fluid, ever-changing, a mishmash of light and dark, shallow and deep, forward and backward – backward and forward… We create our own illusions, demons, mysteries, highs, lows, riddles and answers. Ah, but don’t forget a most important piece of the human experience; What are the questions?


It rests there silently, patiently, no desire for grandeur
A moment you can’t hear
Can’t see, touch or taste
With anything other than your soul
A simplistic, unalterable certainty

I am the things that I hate

The watchful eyes of the Universe are wide with anticipation
Or hooded orbs of disenchantment, dusty, bereft of tears
Will I deny my truth and fix my fate? Steal its story?
Bury it among decrepit tombstones with nondescript epitaphs?
It’s too much… too real… too wounding…
Dissecting my heart with a dull scalpel
A coarse, jagged carving that blisters and burns
Lathered in toxicity of my own creation
Tethered to demons that sculpt my illusions –
I chain my foul renderings to my hemorrhaging wounds
Seeking light among suffering shadows that I feed with conflict
Damning those that damn me
I pull at threads that keep my skin together
Swallow disease that melts my bones –
My soul careens off course, pressed through my split flesh… mortal apertures
And still, I lust for denial, its sweet perfume, candied flavor
While mirrors collide, shattered shards shredding my black and white photograph
Scattering pieces of me into oblivion
The wind whispering dreadful philosophies that need eviction –
Conjuring a storm that brings chaotic allure
While time crashes down around me
I turn inside out to try and catch it
But my vessel has cracks where it falls through
Embolisms in my spirit bursting with dire ominous portrayal
Are like cataclysmic stars
Lovely sparkling harbingers crashing and burning for my sake
Shaking the human fallacies from my bones
The burdens of self deception wafting as the priest swings a thurible
And I am reflected in its metal cage; My being, my truth…

I am the things that I hate
And I am the things that I love

Light and dark dancing in a lovers rhythm
Sweet and sensuous, twisted and pure, wild and gentle, parched and satiated
Merging contradictions of brutal bliss or devastation
A divine knowing that rambles through time and my soul
Gracing my desert, my sky, my moonscape, my wildness, my starkness, with a lovely splendor…
My offerings –
A juicy pandemonium