 
## Burgundy

### Maria Morisot

### Cover Art by Moan Lisa

### Published by Moan Lisa Press at Smashwords

### Public Domain

###  http://maria.moanlisa.org

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Her hair, as fine as silk; and perfect,

and her body sinks into my mind; she walks

the line of pure perfection, strolling through

time; and as she goes; I wait for her signal

To follow her, into the folds of time;

And wait for her direction, where we should

plummet from; a misuse of my talents gone awry;

She waits for me to follow her; and I go,

we bleed ourselves into the pool of gods;

And as I wake from this dream, next to you;

the mind wanders back to her; back to the pool

of gods; back to my corruption of the soul.

We breathe in the light of the moon;

in this corrupted hallway of our silent wanderings;

we drape ourselves in patterns of the sun,

and watch the distance close between us;

As we come undone;

Created life burns; within the womb,

it fleshes out the sea; and strokes

the edges of insanity, your eyes,

they peel back light I have forsaken,

The crimson rose I've given you, does not delight

it stabs your swollen belly, and lets a trickle

of your breath remain with me;

While I hold onto yesterday's assembly,

and the pewter ring forges our bond anew,

I've cause to mistrust your intention;

How can I pursue you through this flame,

when everything I've ever loved is lost;

and all that I've gained is a dream

I never wanted to imagine.

The configuration of our bodies,

plastic selves stretched thin and entwined in

one another's arms; your silken strands of hair

let down; and my eyes fixated on your youth;

Apparent wasted particles of our directed sins;

Wash me in your beauty; calm my body with your waves

and we will push out the child within you; give

birth to an incantation of love, narcotic sting of pain,

let loose in the swollen bodies of the night;

Leave you, I will leave this nest of lust;

and swell inside another's bust; protrude and

discuss the pains which linger in my heart;

You'll swell to bursting without my love.

Woman of the sun, hear my prayer to you;

and when the window closes; guide me with your

substantial skin; dress me in your gown,

of blameless sin; and mother me, down into your bed;

Dreary eyes can sleep;

Wake me to the sounds of violence; and spin

a web of lust within my heart; so I may seize the

opportunity to demonize myself; and be saved

through your entropic grace;

When the wind blows my hair; and the moon

looks just right, so perfect in its setting glaze,

dry my eyes and catch me in a glimpse of passion;

Raise my hearing to the harbinger of your doom.

Her diabolic look; within her eyes as she kisses me,

and sinks her teeth into my lip; and bleeds me;

it is seductive pain, the kind I could become

fastened to; the taste of my own blood.

Her eyes; hypnotic lies she spins;

and I breathe her intoxicating smell,

What world lies beyond this timid, fragile dream;

A perfect dance of the sun; mesmerizing shapes;

hallucinatory drift of shadow; she spins the web

And I consume its pieces.

The digression into sin; deep into her body,

where I collect the mysteries of youth's touch;

her firm breasts held while saying prayers

to the gods; the first touch of her within my hands,

An incomplete picture of her glory,

Spent on crying fits of rage; and spun in webs

of desolation and destruction; her blood

washed upon my face;

She is the enemy of saints and believers;

A tragic epidemic of history's manipulation;

she sews my eyes shut, blinding me from truth;

and leaves me beauty, and innocence; and pain.

Dry my tears, oh lover; hold me near

and forget me in a bath of your blood.

A solid truth, that I should see you naked before me;

and hold my candle out to you, to burn;

and I will place my hands into your palms;

to read my future; the dark, depressive stain I've

left before me; your eyes captivate my heart;

I haven't left but to sin against my soul;

What virgin eyes they are, complete purity;

translucent as the sky at dusk; a fire burns

within you, that keeps its pressure;

Waiting for resistance, I find none;

you are purely transfixed on me as I on you;

Let us stain the sheets, with sexual fluid

And blood.

She leaves her ashes in my wine, pretends it's

sacred; tells me to drink the cup, that she's

enchanted it; but will her spell absolve me

of this sin,

I drink.

Within me I have lost myself; in this cup,

I have drunk, I have lost my mind; and she's

to tell me where to find the pieces of myself;

Shattered mirror; dissonant fractal of the mind's

purge, a glistening alternate reality, she unfolds

her scars and tells me who I am; blood letter.

Scraped ashes of a youthful girl; mixed with blood,

The memory of asbsconded sins; purged,

Well to believe I am not alone in this purchase;

better to be honest and die in this sin, alone;

Drink; and lay beside her, in her bed; shed the

loneliness; and dream, once lust has been fulfilled.

In static silence, she offers me her drink;

a drop upon my tongue, I let it linger before

I swallow.

Her finger, held before my eyes; dipped in wine;

and blood,

She centers on the stage of my perception;

her beautiful and intoxicating form,

like none other

And when she pours her words upon my dress;

and offers up the bread which we had blessed;

I curse the gods by taking her into me,

breath after lovely breath; we bind our love.

Birthed into this conception of a dream,

standing still on ice as she follows me;

into the depths of a burning sea; to drown

We will wash ourselves clean in the fires,

sear our skin and burn our hair in the flood;

drape our naked selves in robes of flame;

Scour out our sins with embers;

I dream of her, when winter comes and all is chill;

she holds the key to my sorrow,

In pain, if pain pretend to be; an essence of a girl;

she i my pain and my misery; but also my desire.

She sings in perfect harmony with the moon,

and her see through dress captures every curve;

she's mildly induced as am I; transfigured

through the changing course of fate,

I blindly wander through her field;

Picking at her footprints for a place to stand;

in the bleak vision of her picturesque form;

my mind corrupts the passage of light;

See through dress, and a solid soul;

unearthly shape, heavenly hold;

She is blindness to behold;

And I walk, mad with a fever;

trying to anticipate her direction,

Drunk on the essence of her love.

Doubt of her resurrected love; within this

pool of self-harm; I sing my resolution;

to indoctrinate the pieces of my broken mind,

and swim through consciousness' gaze;

Death comes uncollected by her gravity;

And she stays, uncontrollable like the burn

upon my skin; growing, and reeling in her own

ecstatic soul, while I purge her birth pangs;

and steal my own reflection from her mirror,

Could she use the dark reflection for her fire,

and should I seize the bitter drink inside my soul;

reel at the hallucinations of my intoxication;

And slip a sedative into her glass,

for the long night's divine conception.

A field of fire burns; from where I stand, I see

her face; in the center of it all, surrounded by

flames; she stands untouched;

Sorceress of seduction;

She's claimed me as her own, and I pursue her;

in the shadows of her fence; I dry my tears and enter;

Destined to encapsulate this love, in a bitter pill,

I swallow and she unfurls her lips and takes me

as I am, uninvited; wasting time on this symphony

of sin; twisting and turning in our bed;

Wondering what tomorrow's hell will bring.

How she scars me with her kiss; and opens up

the void within my soul, with shaking hands

I bow to her and sink in my teeth, into her flesh;

She doesn't make a sound of pain;

Giggling, with mirth; intoxication; delighted death,

she whispers secrets in my ear; and laughs;

The joy of sex without love; or even feelings,

pure desire, for desire's sake; she shivers at my thoughts

And we make love beneath a sea of transparent sky;

Dust to dust; and ashes, we will be in the blink of an eye,

when all the world fades, and we consume ourselves in

lust's passionate prose; fade into the sun; like morning glories.

She is my only regret;

the name I've chosen as my own,

and my disturbed solution to the pain;

She was the forest I consumed,

stalk by stalk and limb by limb;

until the world was frozen at my feet;

She hunted me, and I was hunter by the end;

consumed by her intoxicating breath,

I bowed to her, and let her have my flesh;

And my soul was drowned in her obsession,

it was our shared obsession;

death by love.

Her birth precedes my death, and every moment

between; the horror story from a children's book;

not wrapped in happy endings, and through and through

filled with terrors of the night;

The dreams cry steady, the water waits;

with ice cold grip and shattered bits of fishbone,

what could you say to me that hasn't been spoken

through the darkness of a terrible dream already;

Shifts in focus, and the bleeding pain; base misery,

another exception to the rule of quick denial;

Forceps, and a beating heart; a drink of wine,

"to blood," and all that contains life.

The base of misery, and disappointment; her arms

wrapped gently around my spine; as if it were

life's essential repository for light; and to the

schism that causes me to bleed; I fear that youth

has ticked away my time,

So long, dear genocide; you have caused the death

of my children, and of my own submission into guilt

you've left a mark; still bleeding wound; a gasp

Indoctrination to the once fair form of love;

complete with death's denial and a shade of grey;

more purple than I care to imagine; forced

story books and greed;

Tell me a tale, or an overture of pain,

and drink to living in the margins;

Steal the old books and proclaim a new horizon.

Tied to death, by strings and fate; tied

again to life and to the emptiness contained;

the swing of permeated thought; dried out

in a vase, and kept;

She sings, her voice a contemplative stage

of noise; and in this loose leaf collar

of her words; where every moment's after

starts a sentence of its own;

We focus on the fire burning ecstasy

within her veins; and dream of lighted

candles and the sounds of chanting;

the roman rites; her life depends on mine,

My death depends upon the weakness

of the night.

Her hell and mine; shared by a thin line of

desire's soft play; crowding in about me is her

developmental art, it plays the melody of what

I've longed to have; and with its termperment;

A hand leads me to stay;

Within the confines of this fair musing;

a dream, and a false meadow risen from the depths;

she's not the corpse I'm mourning; she is full of life;

And when the shadows overcast our morning;

and distance glazes out our song of sustenance,

We'll lie on that bed of nails,

and thrash ourselves in love's

malignant lullaby.

The fine line between lover and friend;

a dash of salt, and a pinch of common sense;

our hands are tied, but hearts race in and seize

the opportunity for fleshing our bad dreams;

A common solution is to place our heads beneath

the waves and let them sink; redeem ourselves

through this breath, stripped of oxygen; embrace

death's candle as it comes; and wash the old

seductive smile away from us;

Resignation of what lies deep within the waves;

we come to an agreement; to stay our hands and

hem our minds within confined boundaries; dust

off the apparel of our unrestrained flesh;

Chain ourselves to obedience.

Every strand of sin, and every hair upon our heads

are counted; she raised my blood pressure; with this

new kind of love; given in a box,

It feeds my lust for artistic outburst; it frees

the mind of its conceptual blockages; she knows

the difference between reality and the gnawing pressure

of the unknown; and while I sit and stare at her,

Something deep inside me comes along;

to tear the pieces of this longing apart;

An overexposure of ecstasy; mixed feelings,

and an overdue semblance of the mire.

She soothes me; the inner demon that drives me;

and at my peace, awakens something new, an innocent

reminder of what feelings can emit; the glow of

candlelight amid the dirty sheets;

I place my hands on her;

Remember what it's like to touch, and see,

she burns; almost as brightly as the sun,

and in her power over me, I beg

The dry spell of an hour's suffering; the plague

of vertigo, spinning soulless through the midnight

vault; dressed comfortably for this shaken fit of

madness

Realizing it is only in the semblance of a dream.

The touch of a dream, soft skin on soft skin;

a revival of the meltdown I had in the asylum,

grey matter mixed with too much time; and a

dissonant course of thought to ruin my life;

Dumb bells ringing; in the silent air of sleep,

she knows my name; and calls me closer than

I've ever been; my body, shackled in these

chains of dust and ash and blood; without her

face to caress, the night is lost and I am

swollen with desire,

Purge me of this intoxicating mess;

My sins and my longings, dressed in red.

The road ends here; this is my end and my desire;

she held out her hand, and I took her; both of us

born through passion's play, deciding right from

wrong and the underlying skin of our own fantasy;

Brewed up with the sun's heat and our own love;

Destroyed in an instant;

Blame the fire, and the rage; substances of hate,

drink in the fury of our denied ecstasy; join us

now, in the game we've always played from the beginning,

Resolution plays a central role in our self-discovery,

and we remark one to another our own roles in this

body we have chosen; ashes become blood, and death

another misery to endure; pain and endless prisons;

Love; through fire and through water; to the end of time.

The heart beats slow, and I can see the devil

peering through at me; another night, another

testament to faith and the seduction of a dream;

Love's unseen melody played out upon the stars'

Take me into your fold; cradle me, like a lost

soul; run your fingers through my hair the way

I like you to;

And this will be our forgotten face, run against

the spearhead of your fantasy; purged; a level

head filled with absent screams; and the pursuit

of satisfaction running through the stream,

The edge awaits her; and in my retreat, I taste her;

The blood coagulates and in my mind is madness;

she shouldn't have left me this way; with dark

apparel for her death, she didn't have to die;

this way; and I'll be cut in pieces before the end.

We spread our wings, and fly; as if there were

enough space for us to soar, shedding light;

and bleeding out our intimacies; the hundred

hours before our fall,

And it is reason which chains us again onto

the night; it is our lack of faith in the

great madness of our times; love's luster

Shadowy arms, complacent skin; drunk lovers

drying in the desert sands; a cup of wine

to drown us in our thirst, a dream to tell

Over and over again, reeled into the purging

of our love; a dark score, dressed in fine

silks; an ancient curse placed upon our lips;

We sing alone; farewell to each other.

We breathe in the same toxic air; full of

what is left of life, full of self-denial,

and in streams of consciousness, we arrive

at the same destination; to our grave

And there, in that plot we'll strive for innocence,

combined with the grief of life unfulfilled;

each day's memory restricted by a past choice;

So we abide within ourselves; so we claim no new

territories for our own; we feed on simplicity

and the sturdy outcome of complacency;

To dream, to die; perchance to keep a secret.

Our choices; and our fate, the dissonant

sound of love's embrace, and as we see into

the night; our hearts entwined, we cast a stone

into the pool and watch the ripples fade

So softly the water moves;

Drink to the enchantment of the stars; and to

one another's plot within this hour of the moon,

Where madness lurks and temples bow unto the night;

Each breath captures wholly our embrace,

blood ripples, and the fast breaks; every pore

bleeds, a sign of God's willingness to resume

this open stance; love doesn't settle to the bottom,

It breathes upon the water's surface beneath the moon.

We swing through the wild mists of summer,

holding hands and flying through the wind;

it is a dull ache that binds us in this park,

that makes us cling; to each separate field

And in this sky, beneath the clouds and stars;

I watch her shine, as if the beauty of the night

belonged to her; and in this brightly lit

emancipation of our skins; we hide nothing,

See nothing that hasn't been exposed;

It is a fine line, and a breathing point;

where honesty can feel the reality of intent;

and when you drift apart, again; into the

dreamful mist; I will expose you for what you were,

And watch you sink into the floorboards;

where I was only waiting for your touch.

Her perfect face; draped with the howling

of the wind; a patient frame, fortunate

to be blessed with beauty's ensemble;

Death collides with the edge of her knife;

as she colludes with the enemy of the night;

Right before she steps into her realm;

I hear a sigh;

And from her frame comes blood;

In pursuit of the demons that bind us wholly

in the darkness of our mind's forgotten case;

the remnants of our past that we have scolded;

The dust burns the eyes;

When the wind moves, it is fortune that hears

our prayers; and ceases the fire; that burns.

Every cross of the line is enticing to a point,

and she is mine.

In the hornet's nest, where we arrived;

where we arise in glory; one step short

of contraception, I raze the ground you

stand on, and in a small step take the plunge

You weren't expecting this; nor was I,

the face of death antagonizing and our

withdrawal; into the sun, our space

leapt into our retreat, we are one

Keep close, and we'll together keep this peace

from prolonging our long night; we'll make words

to tame the darkness from its film; we'll swing

the sword of seduction and watch its weary arm

Glow true;

I want to keep you close; beneath my bed;

and to do to you, all the things that I've

imagined, in my head; to use you for the

film of my recorded thoughts; withdrawn

into the flesh, where they'll abide.

Drowned in the surroundings of a still screen;

shot in the destitution of our mind's eye,

dipped in the shallow waters of our filth, and

intoxicated by the nightmares we have suffered;

Your dreams are my entrance to the cave,

Each night, I pick at your brain; bite after

luscious bite I enter your mind; and alter your

perceptions of the past,

Glued by time; we each perceive ourselves and

our surroundings; and enter into the caves

I want to touch you; as you were when you were ten,

drink the blood of your trapped mind; and feed on

the flesh of your body;

Sink myself into the whole of you;

And dream the weary arms against my skin.

We run until we can run no longer;

the devil's up and he won't take prisoners;

the feeling's left within my legs; it burns

and as she runs beside me; as we run in tandem,

The night becomes a blessing in disguise;

Drowned flowers, taken into the wind, and blown

about the yard; about our dreams, as fairy dust;

shattered bits of self, devoured by the rain

We call and there's no consequences for this rain;

And so we succumb to sleep, and to arcane drips

of pleasure; passed into the series of our silence;

Another taste, another night spent wandering the hill;

All alone, all alone; I can taste her breath.

The tears weren't shed to place a blame on you;

I tried to answer your call with my advice,

and when you beckoned me closer; to your lips,

I kissed you madly in the sanctity of love;

But your release, and the intoxicating feel

you left me with; I closed my eyes and drifted

into dreams, surreal encounters in space;

Rising on the wind, and letting the clouds

reveal my naked body; exposed to the light of the moon;

left lying naked, in the midnight air;

And you swam;

Away into the night; leaving a trail of memory.

Tonight's passing fades into wild dreams;

and as if I could sleep; they beckon me,

so I pick a word or two to stay awake for,

Your hair, and skin; surrounding me

When I walk the passage of this cavity; and crave

youth's beneficent waves to crash into me; and her

cool eyes, those pools of deep night, to look

back into me and see my desperation;

Lonely dreams, filled with murk

She chains the shadows into place; and set herself

on fire; as if the moon were watching, and waiting

to reflect;

I pass on, past the urgency of sleep; and into

waking nightmares; the kind which shouldn't

pass into consciousness.

The childlike flight, into the sun;

where we can be together; as if none had torn us

apart, and we can die in peace; and hold each

other close, swelling in the breeze; and in each

other

Open your wings, that let you fly;

And breach the discontinuity of the night,

remember when night fell, and dashed to pieces

all our dreams; we broke the mirrors that held

All of our sanity;

Pleading to the moon; we let our shadows drop,

and swam into the darkness of our subconscious

minds; drifting ever onwards towards insanity.

Hope is like an angel; and she has shelter

beneath her wings; let us take to her;

And when night comes hunting; she will not find

our way, so we may dry off beneath the sky and sing.

Repeated lies, the same tales that always surface;

she should have understood the resistance at the

surface of my soul; the never ending shadows;

false serenity, and no glimmer of ever hopeful dreams

I disappear into the pool;

One lap, one misspoken word; one drop of blood

to revel in my corrupted skin; seafoam springs

me back to life; and I jump

The pond looks dirty enough;

So I skim the surface, looking for someone; and I

see her brightly colored face; the sparkle in her eyes,

I see youth; and she finds me mesmerizing,

We swallow one another, and leave trails of sin;

trappings for another time, when sins roll in;

and twins abound, both rotten to the core; I see

an apple fall and hear the footsteps of God;

And watch, as the angel of death appears; unhooded.

Her death sounds, the second time blood has been

drawn; and I open my eyes but cannot see past

the crown of pain; and so I shut my mind

Shattered bits of sanity remain;

Each second fallen draws her nearer to my ears;

and I can hear her whispering; can hear the fallen

angel tempting me to sin; to drown out the pain

in ecstasy;

And so I draw her in, like breath;

Slowly swelling with her blood,

Each intoxicating inhalation hurts my brain;

should I forsake this vision of another,

leave the cold, unsteady realm to my denial;

or let it draw me in; fixed and fashioned

for the final kill, to tear me to pieces;

Whole immersion to her flame.

We were wilted before the sky turned grey;

when everyone ran for cover from the storm;

an extra inch or two of rain to take us from

our roots; again, dispersion; again the pain

of separation, and I walked through fire

Just the see a portion of her face;

At the ledge, at infinity's edge;

where gazing into space is not permitted;

I ringed the doorbell, and stood;

Nothing can curb this hunger deep inside of me,

but the salt of the sea; the motion of the waves;

the blowing wind of a fierce night; these are dear to me.

My walk into her world; beneath her sheets,

where every motion of her mind comes out complete,

and driftwood sinks; beneath her sharpened teeth,

Blood pools every minute of her wake;

I see the free birds fly; and capture them on film;

trapped within my camera; they no longer sing,

trapped in time, they fly perpetual circles

around the kill;

Death is a trapped soul, screaming for renewal.

And so I hunt for my lover's nest;

and drink her breast milk,

Disguised for a romantic night.

The long night in waiting; a sentimental stir,

and the ashes keep me company while I wash myself

in the pool; black waters to test the vision of

my light; to see how deeply love can transcend God;

A semblance of a fire washes over us;

Between the edges of the pool and the cliff's face;

she contemplates her vision of a master and his slave;

the test subject of religion, a particle of peace,

Every silence in the ebb and flow, the crashing of the tide

speaks longly of our irrespective subtleties of love,

and with the flow comes flush, our spiritual rise;

The night has been conceptualized as a dragon's flame,

burning out the pieces of daylight's fantasy;

burning out the essence of our humanity.

In instant chaos, from the lies we used to spin;

seething seafoam froth upon her lips, as we kiss,

and in an hour past the dawn of our reunion,

she happens into my secret chamber; where the

madness of my emotions resides;

Drunk on ecstasy;

And I do not report her whereabouts, I merely

whisper:

Three shades of grey ash and a pitcher of wine,

And we drink to the gods of this abandoned house;

weep to the fate of our ill intentions;

dream costly dreams at the expense of life's miseries;

And prepare for the inception of our deceit.

We're trapped inside the summer's sun; without

a breath of relief, it burns our reason to the ground

and feeds us lies; each memory contains a droplet

of our sanity; all washed away in a bath of steam

And she can see me as I really am;

The blatant imperceptible pieces; kindling for the flames

with each antagonizing breath, it seems she would surround

herself with me;

But I don't hold my patience out to her; I draw up fire

and wreath her in the shadows of my thoughts; drink the

leftovers of her misery,

While wind and flame lick her body;

Houses on the hill, wrapped in flames;

where we could have been repentant in one another's arms,

these houses, wreathed in flames; and fortune's misery;

Love company, love conspiracy; and pain.

She tells me her secrets; while I admire her breasts

and in the summer rain, I find the broken shards of

my interest; one to tame the shadows left by the

thunder clouds;

While I dry this shapeless mass of my desire;

facing west, into the setting of the day,

she cradles my consciousness in ways no one has;

Each thread of ecstasy; tied to our submission,

each dormant lullaby; wiped clean from the mind,

As if her ease of pain's excitement had played

the morning song upon her skin,

She rises with my arm in hers;

both singular attachment and incision.

Rain comes; and the dent within these walls

lets secrets in, and so I listen to her as she tells;

Of her life, of what it's missing; of the great corruption

of the senses which she bears; of dithering diamonds

and the loose dirt beneath the fence;

Where we could crawl through;

The iron gates can't hold us from each other,

we whisper through the walls; our secrets

Into each other's ear, in the night;

Daring us to hold ourselves together;

to not strip bare and see each other nude,

For in the forest lies, our lies

and our repression of a sin,

our certain fact, impatient skin;

To dream, and to issue in the fog,

to drum it out, this sanity's cold rain.

What death becomes us; as we slip into the mire,

and dash our heads against these stones of misconception;

Drunk and dolled up for the fire; we slight

each other and the gods, we play mischief;

drink the forbidden fluids of our lust,

And when the crow calls; we'll abandon faith;

and sink our lips into each other's veins;

A shadow's course through ivory fields remains;

our deaths, our discord; our disease.

In our reprieve from the taxing schism of our love's

escapade; we shelter ourselves in blankets, and in

lust; each moment's essence is a curl in time; flavored

by our lungs breath;

Why does it have to end; and why are there moments

hidden with substantial magic; waiting to be unlocked,

I ride her waves to the end; until they wash me over;

and wait for the moment to come unloosed from her grips;

Rising tidal waves in our bed;

Stricken hunger pangs, overhead; and I hear her voice cry,

in pain and ecstasy; she bangs the floorboards violently'

Stifled reason, and malicious madness wind their clock;

we free ourselves to come to this end; hidden magic

And a moment free of light.

She chose the path of her delights, the one that

made me sing; and in this house of our construction,

she's chosen me to mend the walls; and build

a sculpture to represent the gods;

We'll play in the fire; beneath the stairs, where

ancient magic moulds our minds; and melt into

each other as we sing;

In perfect harmony with ancient scriptures;

we'll run and walk and fly; beneath the night's

translucent sky, we'll build our nest;

Screaming the words we could not contemplate

as such; breathing in the toxic flames,

reaping misery and pain from sorrow's junction;

We'll sow a mist of desire through the night.

She lies exposed to me; this ancient knowledge

cries out to be filled with my passion;

an escape, and a lie; wrapped in desire's filth

Walking through the tombs of our ancestry;

I bare myself; to her.

It is enough to cry wolf, to watch her bleed,

and let Satan's memory entangle her in blood

But the stars shine on; their everlasting light

bleeds into our eyes, as we watch the slow

movement in the night;

And she reads to me, from her sacred diary;

of how the womb had purged her from its hold;

and I share my own story of my birth,

There, in the confines of our past; we breathe

conspiracy's soft wind through our mouths;

And take another breath for our kiss.

The lives we've woven into meshwork, our insanity;

our tantalizing sins; all patched and intertwined,

she sings the deep notes, while I evade her questions;

The rocking back and forth of the night's wind

against my swing; where I sit, contemplating

her every movement as the brush sings;

Where has the night passed into;

Today I claim a piece of her serenity,

as we pass through each other on the way out;

My blood runs thicker than hers; she is fluid

on the tip of my tongue,

Every night, when I complain to the gods,

and they pass her off against the crowning sky;

where I accept their offering of solstice;

And her combined strengths with my weakness for her words

I'll sieve them, and plant them all beneath the sky.

The power's out; and I can't see, within my mind

it is a dream of her soft curves and subtle beauty;

The mind shifts hard to dark directions,

where blindness takes me into deep grips of insanity;

should I lose her; this last time, it will destroy me;

So I collude with demons and the darkness;

tempting fate and gods, what reason is left in my grip;

I see to other ways to keep her close,

and beckon her soft form to flutter onward toward me;

and our embrace, set in motion by the stars' gaze;

Drops me back to my feet;

Is this real, reality's construction; for me to have

and to hold another in this way, and purge myself

of others who have made me feel; this way,

To drink the cup of gods, and feel again.

The drive fails, and the driver runs out to

the engine; to keep her cool; and settle in

her eyes,

A distant star falls; and the sun smiles,

each drop of ecstasy; each bottled pill

of her arousal, locks me into her breath;

her easy breathing; her seduction,

And memory fades, as it always has; to choose

to come corrupted; to breathe the fire

Let the warmth of her skin raise me up,

and the cool breath of her dismember me,

Reading into her; while she reads deep

within me; what drives me to this pain,

of loss, lost consciousness; and what remains,

Soluble solutions of ecstasy; dripped in

a mixture of our blood, and washed clean.

She is fortunate, in her place; exalted by

the gods, as they complete her final role

Ecstasy begets a token in her dreams,

and I succumb to fantasies of her;

ripped apart by this intoxication,

I take myself to therapy;

Divulging all the secrets I have held within,

and sink a bitter morsel of the filth into my sweat;

Purge the indecency;

She swells my blood; and I dress her in my lust;

in the night, we blossom into sanctity of marriage;

and I see her as she truly is; my other worldly lover.

The man within the shadows; he flickers like a flame,

here one minute; gone, and when I see his form-- I run;

motion of the calendar played out through dreams;

each minute of the hour spent chasing shadows;

and when the wild storms come chasing me; through

frost, through fire, through wind; I'll wash my

hands of it;

Honestly, I'm scared; but there is no place to run;

when you assailant is a mist; and a mark upon your

skin; there's no place to turn when the shadows

are your only friends; dreams are dreams, not reality's

concern.

So I place a bucket of cold water near my bed;

Prepared for the night I wake up screaming, again.

Reality, and her coarse reminder of our mortality;

we sing our song of life, whether in ecstasy or in

denial; or in pain, we watch it linger on in the days

we can't awaken fully to appreciate its sound;

And for too long it evades us; so many hours filled

with nonsense and systematic drives; the substances

of machinery, not oiled right;

Do you come to me with fire and a ram; to break it down;

let's listen one more moment to the screams,

And when the music fades again; we'll dream,

Of all the places we could never reach through flesh's

walls; and all the things we haven't ever seen;

we'll place a hold on this magnetic coaster and collide

Set sparks and fire, to the machine.

I didn't feel her breath upon my skin;

I saw her flesh descending; and with the

coolness of the wind beneath her; she picked

me to cradle; she chose me to keep her warm,

But will I fall into the ashes, for her;

I don't know how deep love can go, how far

it will suspend itself through time, when all

the checks and balances of nature have been spent;

What keeps us hanging on; and when the wind next

blows upon her skin; and she cries, because the

night has been cruel;

I'll walk, I'll pace her back and forth,

considering my love.

Beneath the clothes of her misguided mind;

I try to find a way to see her as she is;

Lacking the friction to tear apart her disguise,

wanting for anything, a view of her naked self;

to see beneath her eyes, into her gazing soul,

To reap the friendship offered me;

It tears me apart, to watch her drown;

head down, sunken below the surf;

But I concur; there's little left to life

breathing, and bathing in the sun;

a little time for thought before we come undone;

And when it goes; what's left but shadows

of the closed perceptions of a mind;

Drunk on fantasy.

I see her off; into the sunset's glare,

where she'll complete her presence in this world,

an exit wound; buried deep within the scars

of my inflection,

She has no place here now,

beneath the sky and sun;

within the clouds she'll carry a trace of herself;

And I'll retreat to some lost fantasy of mine,

where her and I will live, side by side;

and milk the earth, squeeze drops of lemon from the sun;

Subject to the mirth of little children's laughter.

The sun in all its magnificence; breathes pain,

and I consume her ashes in the rain; wet dirt,

meant for our reception to the balcony of desire;

A simple test of frequency; what's let in

between the mildewed windows; I shy away

To let her world sway me so;

In mourning from her past departures;

and from the cold she's often left me in,

I breathe a sigh of relief, let her stay

And when the sun rises; and she's gone,

again false words and promises; I drink

a cup of her ashes mixed with wine;

And dine on the depression of the mind.

Drunk in the aisles of perceptive minds,

dissipating madness for the furious assault;

dreams; to remember our last holiday,

And a motion blur to fade it all away;

Less than one. Perfect notion of cannibal;

dented fears, malignant sores; heartache;

Ready to jump, without a parachute; I'm ready

to catch myself a fading star;

So when she's out and bleeding out her heart;

to some stranger; and when the night becomes

a dissonant ball of blue;

Take me, to the plasma center;

This house extends beyond the realm of possibility;

deep in the darkness of my trance, I watch her

and feel the reflections off the water; seizing her

soul, as one might pick up the telephone receiver;

Watching as she falls into my arms,

This dusty room, where cobwebs linger on the fringe;

and an equally dusty mind to traverse the closet space,

Her cold hand breaks the silence of the night;

and pulls me under and down, beneath the ocean;

There, within the depths of purity I will wash myself clean.

An air of silence.

Draped with her hair; and the feeling that her eyes

give off, she sucks the emptiness clean; draws out

the darkness from within, her every breath bleeds

out my pain,

Realizing the daunting task ahead of me; to choose

one life for another; an afterlife over this

planned repetition of a world;

What god do I pray to, to take away my sins;

Everlasting peace in promiscuity; we'll wait it out,

and dream; the tides fall and rise as we make love;

to the ocean's rhythm;

Skinny dipping beneath the stars.

Without the walks in the wood, without her scent

to draw me in; and without longings of the night

to drown my colors; I'm weakened by the life that's

bled out from me, kept in restraints of the flesh;

And she persists in playing games with me,

We walk; and pray to the dead gods that never lift

a finger for our prayers; she insists to do it,

and so I humor her;

We walk through fog; and every step I take;

I get a little more lost; a little less in touch

with reality's complaints,

She's poisoned me with her madness;

And her laughter; and I draw myself closer to her.

Three feet into our graves, with open caskets

and the deal we've made; it's Satan's hour to

collect our diminished lives into his pocket;

Together, into death, into the treatment of our sins;

for ever after; in youth, we'll swing upon enchanted

knives and slay our dreams

One false and neglected rhyme; made incomplete by its

omission, the pride of stars as they shine,

The rising of the clear tide;

We'll come to this point again; our choices and our

fixture for a sin; to drop a tear into the pool of sorrows.

Another source of intimacy; and of pain,

too long out in the rain and mud, missing

everything there is of love's kiss,

She sees me longing for the weather to subside;

Drenching all the feelings I had laid before her;

Sweet agony, give birth to the denial of my heart;

exquisite split sorrow and grief locked with joy,

It isn't every day you watch the temples burn,

or catch a glimpse into insanity's deep mind;

So I watch, with her; the desolation of our selves,

as we burn a candle to the one we love.

She hungers for the pain we are about to receive,

and I wish her well with its receipt; the flurry

of judgement's sound against the panels of our wall;

And she hunts the night, looking for a degree of pain,

to languish in; while I, thirsting for a drink of

lustful memory, positioned in the guard of my amusement;

I carry on with her, and we find ourselves at ease;

each wrestling with our own internal demons, she finds me

beautiful; and I find her lacking; with so much to discuss,

And at ease, within the waves; within the sea's calm spell

I feel at home again, with her; beneath the ocean.

An ease in the pain, as she shelters me from

my mistakes; and keeps a close eye on my need

for attention,

Her siren call; slow whispers in the dark,

that I can feed off of, until despair is satisfied,

Her work, and my acceptance to the deeper parts

of her; where cold winds rock the demons awake;

and to the departure of the day, as we submit,

Wholly under the constraints of time;

Death becomes yet another fantasy to be fulfilled;

and shocking truths work magic at the surface layer,

Pleas of insanity cross the boundary and fulfill

our every dream; our wish to become unstable.

If I could conquer you, and leave these strands

of hair beneath my bed; adore you as an angel

standing over me for revenge; and take you up

in my arms; to bleed with me beneath the moon;

As the silence falls down, from above;

In motion, and in sickness; fettered wrists

bleeding in synchronicity; to the tolling of death

Each hour incomplete as I obtain another portion

of your song; and dismiss the remnants of past lovers,

In the fields, where we combine our remaining youth;

and listen to the stars chime out their names;

I read from the book of our transgressions all our sins.

I beg; to differ, I beg to bring you into my fold;

and when you're there, to fill you with sweet nothings

and a child;

We'll sleep the mysteries away, and into our dark corners'

resolve, we'll step away from the series of the lights;

Rhymes to captivate a soul; transgressions deeply breathed;

into the lungs, a simple treachery of sin dispensed,

Oh, that we may find a niche within ourselves to love;

deep, passionate lust; to drive us to completion and an end

Moist lips, and wondrous little scars to sign away my life;

the dreams abound tonight; and into daytime tomorrow,

Let life's sinking ship hold loosely onto me, and us.

A tribute to the stars and to our fate, what lies

beneath us now is only a feather's weight of life;

And to pay for our sins as we've accumulated debt;

with fire, with brimstone; and the ashes of our

solitary nights spent dreaming beneath the moon;

Every ounce contains a portion of impurity,

and mine is dipped in you, like wax; a film

Let's wash our hands, and comfort one another,

let the dew stay past the morning; we'll seize

the violent throes of death, dismissing pleasure

as well as pain; let death come unattained.

Wheels turning ever slowly toward the fire pit;

where souls collect; where we are heading toward;

I drink your filthy cup; as you drink mine,

and we rise to the occasion of our death,

Sweet tasting death; the soul selects its poison,

and the image of the earth pulses as it fades;

A dampened cloth, drying as it stains our minds,

featuring the toxins of our youth's mistakes,

on board, in legacy toward the stars; sing our

corruption song; bring us further into death,

Into the drying of our eyes, and passing of our years.

Lightyears fade into the dust; where people play

their innocent smiles upon the faces of the dead,

and as I caress yours; the well inside me fills

Contribution to the hour of our surrender,

intoxicating substances thrown into the wind;

and flame's good fortune as we burn,

Destruction as a final differential for the pain;

Once we might have called upon the sea,

to tear us from the chains of death;

and debt, so we might swim through deeper waters;

And still I might; call unto the deep well,

to squelch the fires of my distant hell;

So be the pain; so be the suffering that remains;

an instant sadness and a spring; for fortunes,

Let loose the remainder of the flood;

so we may bathe in the juices of our misery.

A strand of light for every sinful memory,

we're blinded by our own iniquity and she

shelves the fire for another night; to burn

us both to ashes,

We keep the calm, blue waters still with our

transgressions; each step into the pool

sinking deeper, until we cannot breathe;

Night comes fast;

And so do I, into her arms; as her face tells

the intricate patterns of the stars, so I breathe

the last breath that lingers on the lips;

I say my last prayer as if it were the end;

Every moment of this caress brings me deeper

into her, and into passionately surrounding myself

in her death.

You loved me, for an hour; for a day, for a month

and in that time, I grew accustomed to our long talks;

our midnight walks in the winter; where we would

Speak of our dreams; and of our longings,

we wanted different things.

And so now, we are in different worlds; speaking

stranger tongues to others who can understand,

Do you ever wonder what life would have been;

and if there is a place which contains life as such;

Fractured realities; moments in a jar; Stuck.

Space held a star; that shined just for us,

and we beheld it on the first night we met;

Another enchanted evening, our first; now forgotten,

what things fade into the night; dying love

and fractured romance;

And we bleed, into the night's air

our ever after peaceful prayer;

Don't hold me close;

but never let me go,

We'll stand apart as two stars do;

within the night; separated by blackness

distance, and the nothingness of space.

Night creeps inside me, drawing blood;

and in this world of make believe, I'm truly lost;

every other fantasy mixed with reality's confessions

How can I perceive what's going on, when every mention

of my name is blasphemy;

A hard shoe, and a harder line to come by;

bent spoon cipher on the griddle in my hand;

I've come to taste the waters; to taste the night;

To wade within the fires of our goodbye.

The dream I've been dealt is haunting me,

each time I fall asleep; this surreal presence

in my life persists,

It is an evil I cannot purge;

So I escape through waking hours; through memory's

embrace; and fantasy,

I walk the thin lines of sanity; and break my

consciousness at every turn; to unravel her nightgown

and find a portion of my sanity to breathe;

Her perfect form, unmoving in the night air,

When hours walk, and time revolves around me;

beneath the pressures of insanity's sound,

I take the path of lesser resistance, and I call

her name; and she comes to me to be held.

Time breaks and slides into my pocket; where there

it is shelved until I need it back; let's freeze

frame this night; you and I in love, and calmly

needing one another's arms,

So when the dust hangs here and there; and while we

push ourselves through static space; to see each

other naked in the mists;

Shall we raise the temperature, with our bodies;

Or force this whole world to decompose, leaving

nothing of our night beneath time's stop,

A minute awake; and hours dreaming of you;

each false start echoes through the halls;

Sometimes dreams are meant to be unstable things;

like listening to the sound of cars roaming the night.

Through the fog's breath and the winter's

chill air; the seeds of death dissolve;

onto her tongue,

Scarlet is the color of her soul;

and she breathes flame into my heart,

so it can purge the cold;

And with her blast of heat, she changes me;

for better or worse; she lifts me up,

Where I can see the summer sun setting

in her eyes, to where I can watch the talons

draw blood,

And in silence, I sit on air and wonder;

what will be my punishment;

When the dark night rises from the depths.

The sea begins to call me, again;

to journey under her, and watch the night;

and while the creatures of the deep

echo their calls;

I will drown myself in their dissonant sounds,

The sea, its strength and its fluidity,

its perfect pitch as it thrashes on the shore;

I could die in bliss, here at water's edge,

But hold me under;

Let the sounds consume me as I sleep;

and when waking's past and all the simplicities

of sin have risen from the graves; hold me

beneath the waves.

It takes the two of us, beneath these waves;

at night;

To see into the stars what we will divine;

her shoulder, carrying the weight of our child;

into the crisp cool water's edge,

And there, we wait for the sea to subside;

to cast the shadows of the night into our eyes;

and play with crimson fire at the water's edge;

drowning out the speech of flames with our

sanctuary of the surf;

As time arrives; I entertain the thought of

leaving everything into the distant skies;

a lonely trek, to seek out even lonelier

paths, of destruction; but in this bed I've made,

of molten fire; and flame,

I keep myself to the sea, and to the night.

Into our death, the way we cry as we pass through;

our boundaries of comfort and stability; break through

And as I swell to see myself dismembered, a burst

of pain to watch myself torn to pieces;

The grave and everything after comes with urgency;

It won't be long before we're gone;

Pray, tell. What will be the end of me; but even I

don't want to know this description; it's too vague

I hope to be put in definitions; and pieced together

bit by bit into some semblance of fate's design;

We watch, and we wait out the story of our lives,

sometimes playing; sometimes berating God for the

misfortune that he's caused;

And sometimes laughing at the wind for no reason at all.

It's our legacy, of destructive thought,

to defer our peace of mind;

Let loose the arrows; let them fly,

and when tomorrow comes; we'll drink the wine

and douse ourselves in flame

But for the time being; let the pain dissolve,

and let us breathe in the seductive waves of our desire;

hold fast to love's conquest, and entertain

loneliness' curse; when it comes,

Reason might produce some alternate theory;

so let madness run wild, let the blood run through

our veins; pumping wildly against purchase of sanity

A midnight escapade in the woods;

Our pairing of deceptive minds, twin feathers

glazed with ivory skins; and a hollow and

disruptive form of night

Speak into the shadows; where I listen often,

I'll step in tune to your false dreams of mw;

haunting our equation for synchronicity,

Purging the waters of tomorrow's toxin;

The faint edges of a dream colliding with our

memory; left upon the steps leading into church;

your vacant store's reminder that I cannot be;

All the things you wished of me.

The cold drips of your saliva,

burn as they enter in my mouth;

this cool contamination of my breath;

this warm defilement of my untimely gaze;

I drink, in doubt of ever coming to,

I swallow whole each drop of your young blood;

and seize the opportunity to pray; to each and

every god among us; to make this day last forever,

And the night to draw into our hearts a bit of fever,

Blessed are they who hold dear to this collage;

of fury, pain, and ecstasy; and to them draw a spoonful

Of desire's milk.

Milky white path to place her head upon;

and in the grass I cry, and beg for my own

forgiveness; to have sent her to her death,

Without a warning,

And watch her blazing in the fires of my sin;

as time can tell me, there is no place for

me within her arms; and no scarce luck to

pretend with me;

A sheathed arm; one which can tell my fortune,

and it is bare.

Dreamers get caught in corruption, and so I've

floundered here for many days;

And as her mouth may speak the truth but once;

she whispers me the thing I've never wanted her to say.

I want to cry; I want to run and scream,

there is a dark energy embracing me; and it tells

me things within the confines of my own room,

It shapes my mind into a harbinger of death;

I see what it has brought me; and resolve to change

the future's course; I see pain and I see her death

Against the mourning sun's beacon I hear her footsteps

in the mire; stirring up towards the balcony;

she moves like magic in the wind,

And as control fastens her grip; she slides into the murk

and into shame and ashes; flames and fire;

We'll all burn in the end;

We pass our fears; the ones which dragged us

slowly underneath the chasm of our childhood;

beneath the bed they'd risen to invite us in

Each left longing causes me to chain myself

to the door; and not go out, anymore;

Yet I find myself falling, into her arms;

And the race for ecstasy has begun,

A dream awakens me, one of new beginnings

in the cold; and in the moment of our birth;

she shepherds in a new infatuation,

And I succumb to this unrestrictive swelling.

The swelling passes into frenzy, and I've lost my way

each passenger upon this plane is headed for destruction;

and I can only see a handful, in this smoke

Two hands; and open arms;

She's shied away for the night, from love's lost plane;

in fractured hands, she clings to her forgotten god,

while I play the blues and dry her tears with fire;

Facing all the emissaries for this concluded world;

Dream like sleep; and serve the conqueror; his drink,

we'll all drink before the end; we'll all dine

on each other's broken dreams.

When in the nightfall; when in the space beneath

the stars, when the cold sinks in and there's no

comfort to be gained through faith

We'll all end up dead;

But in this chill water, I can see the end;

through rings of fire and gates of heavenly ascent,

every motion of the wind, sea, and flame;

it's all exposed to me;

And I'm exposed to the elements;

It's so cold, I'm burning.

Through the ancestral visions of the night;

when the crow calls, and the blackness overtakes me;

I see a harmony coming, an incomplete picture of a

new world; broken into shards

It is all illusion, and the black cat disturbs

the waters of the pool; brown flecks, facets of

a new moon; broken into shards

The place is not my own; just the water's shoreline,

where forest fires grow and sink into the pool,

leaving ash and dust to collect upon the waters;

And she collects the murk,

she dives into the rotten pool;

and casts a net to sieve the worser parts;

I watch her drink the waters at the edge of night.

A life's journey; blotted on the sky and set in

motion; the fever of an aging girl; set on fire,

and when she bleeds, there comes a restful peace;

As we sing for her the song of death's goodbye,

And every particle of faith proceeds her beating

wings; so she could sleep in fulfillment of a dream,

enraptured in the world she wish she'd lead,

but everything goes downhill, in the end;

So we speak silent words, wishing her at last;

to be at peace; to watch the world crumble and fade;

and wish us to be with her in the end; fading

from the sight of men, and gods; into the void.

Two tales collide; within a short time there is

a consciousness which grows; these twin stories

combine to create a new enlightening tale;

A stop in time; a rift created for the sole survivor

of each testament of faith; a passing on, a drift;

Poisoned scars seep with the blood of another's cut,

While dirt and rings of filth around the sink's edge

weave their way into the mind; and sour every dream,

Spotless reality is a myth; born of delusional thought,

but I can understand her mind as it pours out upon the

pages of the book; She wants something pure to hold

a light against.

Not with an edge, but a smooth stone to swallow.

She shelters me; within the confines of our cave,

she mentions my name, as she makes her feelings plain;

and we dive beneath the surface of our sheets,

Making love to the rhythm of the earth;

Her heart pounds, and my ears should be bleeding

from the sound; the pressure and the pulse,

My own pulse is a steadier sort of magic;

without so much passion as I've felt before,

a drink of too much love; and too much mirth;

And when I dream, it is in nightmares;

A dark impression upon the wall;

a mirror of myself before the fall.

The fury of her voice, as she speaks to me of love;

each syllable present and punctuated; the sparks

of her anger and misgivings are clearly stated;

What more have I to offer; if not my passion's fold,

With bleary eyes; I wander in my mind, and capture

the innocence of our first kiss; its moulded features

of the lips as they impress upon one another,

And in an awkward silence, I retain the impression;

Sentences and speech; hand in hand with my lover's

and a grip upon the heart; the awkward silence's sound

And the message made within the womb by my embrace.

The pulse; the fading diary of life,

in youth, we pray for elegance, and for night

to claim us; my God has collected all our prayers,

and put them in a jar; as we grow old;

and we bury ourselves in our books, and in our works;

Unseen sparks of life; transmuted by a flame;

We drift, you and I; upon the clouds of deceptive dreams,

and we collide with one another's scars and blood;

dew drops of pain; issued from the skin,

I long to see you travel through my canopy;

to hold you under glass,

And to escape with you the dissonant simmering sound;

Of what we must endure before the end.

The diary fades; and every word we've spoken

passes to the grave; it's for her eyes only,

and the spark which made her mad with love

has fallen into ash;

The dust settles, and her eyes no longer burn;

What's more in love, than passion's fire,

when all contempt and treachery are lost;

I'll give another poison pill to ease her anguish,

and extinguish the pleasantness which lingers;

by a thread,

Compassion's sentiment, salted with desire's pain;

a sermon for our ecstasy; a silent rain;

The life which burns for her will die again.

However calm she seems; I know there is a storm

brewing underneath her skin; and with the wind

picking up, it won't be long now

She'll spout blasphemies and curses; and lies

And when it comes, I'll dance with her,

in the mire of our desperation; we'll turn

our worlds upside down, and feed the flames;

What's one more stain upon the soul;

Enter in each other's terrible deceptions,

love and lies, and hateful semblances of words,

Denied each other's arms;

To plead and beg; become as dead, to resurrect

the soul and find another lover to contend with,

Peaceful eyes, and the willingness to remain

unattached to life's bitterness, or death's remainder.

The flames remain the same; as when she left,

it is desire's pull and the emphasis on youth;

she swells with beauty's pulsing like a star

And as she drips her intoxicating smell;

I issue my last cry, through my goodbye kiss,

And as we pass our ways; each unto her own,

she leaves me with the dance of her own design;

the pattern of a likeness I've not witnessed,

A dance divine;

We shelter beneath the stars; in separate places,

each with our own dress; and our unique perspective,

And as the night concludes, and I've not slept;

I call her name as if she'd hear it; I call on emptiness

of space, as if this time she'd listen.

I lean into her folded lap and guess my worth;

her poisoned tongue, her fairy wings; and the fire

she spits; it isn't fair to me to live like this,

It is the pain I cough up; of loneliness,

My deranged lullaby of non-acceptance; and her voice

fades, into the night; where demons sleep and wait

for me;

My holler and my howling come back to me; echoed on the wind,

unheard and unnoticed by the ones I need the most,

And so in silence I subside and teach myself some patience;

perhaps in time's soft hands I'll reach the end

The equation of my love; and dissonant sound of emptiness.

A drip into her eye, of my desire,

so she can see the world she's planted in my heart;

it beats, gently for her; even now

The great collage work of the gods;

As we've been planted in this sea of forms,

and feather our words and our enhancements

to the earth; giving life its essence,

So she has born a child; and within me,

we grow yet another star; to shine upon us

In the darkness of our minds;

Desire is the cup we drink; and drink in full,

and bathe within its waters, I steep a cup for me,

and give her all my blessings; to drink;

It is a bath of ecstasy.

Her entire life; as fleshed out for my entertainment,

each nick and scratch, and burn; a feast to please

the senses, a feast for my desire's flame;

And it burns for her, in full extended fires,

Consuming all the pieces of her soul, as if they were

my own; and desire is not quenched by her display;

It hungers all the more,

To feed upon her flesh, dissolve the misery of pain

within her folds; of flesh, dissolve its hunger

And its rage.

Your bitter pill, to swallow whole; and drown in

fire with the morning's dew; to take my life, as

prescribed

First, let me take you to the bottom of the well,

and we'll get drunk on the flames of your resistance;

more bitter than the last, we'll drink its wine;

And make love within its dark confines;

Seizing all its power for our sanctuary of lust,

combined with dimmed awakenings of our youth;

Combing slowly, to refine its powerful magic,

Sex, transmuted into the spiritual divide;

And we'll come calm; and subsist on sedentary

remarks; when lust has slowly swelled and dissipated,

hunger and thirst dissolve into representations

of love, with no more meaning than the marks upon

the walls; numbers and symbolic transformation;

The purge of isolation's strong grip upon our hearts.

She is the essence of the muse; caught in tangles

within my mind's eye, and I can't resume normalcy

until I've purged her

Each breath, she takes away with her subconscious hold

On me; and it's a drive I can't resist, the love;

the unforseen intoxication; ecstasy is a better name

than her own;

She rides me; through the winds of our desire, and I

let go the reigns of sanity for one small step,

And let the divide close in on me;

What breath it is, to hold her in my mouth;

let the pain disappear and let age become a flurry;

everything reduced to this one moment;

She's shackled me in this minute of ecstatic bliss.

To feel her voice as she sings, the soft harmonic

tones of the muse; a precious pitch

And to feel the touch of her flesh; against my skin

Why wait for this luxury, when I can reach her now,

pluck her from the sky and take her down; with me,

into the fire that awaits us both; into the earth

Suckle on her breasts; and kiss her gently,

Differentiate the truth from the divide; all lies

and we destroy ourselves in our delights.

Until the pain subsides, and all is ecstasy;

A pulse of extraordinary power, courses through my veins

my appendages tingle; and the inner workings of my brain

begin to sing; again, her intoxication reveals the monster

lurking deep inside of me;

I want to revel in the massacre of her flesh;

This deep passion for consuming her, pound by pound

holding her in my hands, roughly; her smooth curves

stretched tight against my grip;

Until I've satisfied this lust,

And our seduction's end, smoothly wrapped in a divine

passage of our words, and she would sail into the sun;

And I would wait for the hunger to awaken.

The weight of being dragged down; into the gloom

of self-deception and depression; and swimming

toward the light, without ever gaining ground;

And then I smell her strong perfume; and see her

naked body on display, then piece myself together

and swim

Into her;

And imagine our two bodies intertwined,

as making love between our gods' respective shrines;

inducing a pure intoxication of the mind,

I breathe in her perfume; and pass out

This harmony, this blissful state of dream,

This perfect wave of energy.

The strategy of a lover's quest; and in this silent

spell where I collect my powers of perception;

fold my hands onto my head and wait;

Each momentary tick and tock, unsettling

The tongue wavers; willing to dissolve her fears;

and quench her passion; as it grows inside her,

Locked lips; and a press of me against her womb,

wherein there burns a seed, and in me burns another;

These lightly fashioned clothes should tear apart;

leaving us exposed, and torn apart within each other's arms,

And we'll explode like stars in the summer's night;

Burning up with ecstasy divine.

Succumb to sleep, and rest; with weary eyes,

and dreams suggest we play our parts as lovers do;

I feel the way you draw me into you;

Past regret, and fear; into the crisp, clean waters;

where I find you bared before my eyes, almost sparkling,

And I surmise discomfort at the temperature; too cool

to be exposed as such;

This pool of blood, seeping into the pores; intoxicating

us with every rhythm of the beating heart, and I suggest

We come together here, as lovers do;

Unto the parting of the sea.

Design and adornment, the etch of color on her skin;

her sacred form; with hollow, sunken eyes; she is my

spirit of darkness; my flame, and my desire

A precious spot of paint upon the canvas of an otherwise

miscolored world; a bright token to be captured and preserved;

It comes in dark waves; her sanctity of soul,

She rises and she falls upon my breasts; bared for the resolve

A shadow and a flame; both bright and pure, and dangerous;

I drink my fill of her; my desire based in her reality,

not my own; an intangible and vacant form of pain;

We mix, both cold and hot; the flame put out into my heart,

and I mix my emotions with her own, desire, love, and rage;

And passion burns hot between our bodies.

To purge her silence in the dripping wet pools of desire,

and come across the waters where she swims; to seek

a plot of land where we can mend old wounds;

Forget ourselves in our secluded sanctuary;

And hold our candles to the moon; in prayer, to seek

redemption in each other's exposed flesh; to make love

beneath the summer's night sky

We walk in the meadow; baring the secrets of our hearts,

drawn into the flames of lust, we bring out every secret

and expose it, as if it were the most inner part of us;

A kiss; a single drop of moisture; exchanged between lips.

We make love under the sun; heat and motion,

like a flame--

Burning, like a flame;

And as we melt the wax between us, and we offer up

ourselves as sacrifice for sins unspoken;

the world parts in the fashion of our lips,

It coincides with the madness we've succumbed to,

each breath of this intoxicating poison drowns us,

pushes us deeper into insanity's embrace;

And we go under, beneath the waves;

I draw her into my lungs, and let the air expel;

deeper, in an inhalation of the gods' withdrawal

and I purge the breath of life to keep it in,

In one gulp, drowning in my deepest sin.

Our earths combined, her unsettled form reminds me

of a hollow in the hill I used to climb; and I bare

myself before her eyes,

She shelters, in her gaze there is resistance;

And ugliness;

She feels the form awaken, and she stops to glare,

the distance lets her bare herself to me; and my eyes

surrender to her plot

Divine resistance holds no counterpart, and as she bares

her naked form; me eyes dissolve into expressionless pits,

And in my mind, I hold her whole; unbroken.

In the shallow of the night, my heart lies unbroken;

and still beating for the essence of her love,

I lie with even stare, waiting; watching as the night

unfolds its summer's air,

Her kiss, in an envelope; waiting to be opened;

And my drug; an intoxicating mixture of love, passion;

and resistance.

To purge the final essence of a lover's lap, and draw in

drown in; the retina of her eyes, and grasp at what was

once an easy game to play;

The grip upon her skin; held so tightly.

She hides her head in lies; and feels I cannot see

through her deceit; the fragrance in the air,

smells so intoxicating; I wish I'd substance

for her necessities; to drink a cup of her

Before the passing of the clock;

I'd write myself in fire for her hand, upon the walls;

and bend to breaking for the singing of her muse,

She draws my fire like a wood;

And sparks bring closer death to me, I would

extract all of her innocence with a touch of death's

right hand;

And draw the light from her; let it mingle with my own.

The shores are our own; we sit and stare at the sun,

burning our eyes as in the days of old; when you

would walk within the sea; and beg me come

And our days are numbered;

Drink the salt water with me, let's bathe ourselves

in the sun's rays, and shiver at the thought

of hell, and the fires contained therein;

Each passing wave of nausea;

Comes with it the bright light of tomorrow's staring eye;

accumulation of our sins, and stifled laughter;

We'll bleed out into the sea,

in a cry of ecstasy; drowning ourselves in flames.

The dual core of our existence, paired with our

unwillingness to break or bend to each other's

will; we are tearing apart at the seams;

And it seems hopeless to devise another route;

What's planned, in consequences drawn out with

fire; I burn forever yours within my heart,

And you tear apart the ashes of my remains;

Dressed in cemetary clothes, and wreathed in flame,

you persist as my mad maiden; the black widow

of my thirst; I'm drawn to you.

And taken from the ashes, clothed in white.

I'm poisoned and I'm bleeding, each word from you

disappears into a pool of self-reflection, and I don't

like what I see; every candle held up in the dark

only lessens the distance I can see;

Burn it all down, help me; burn

What's left of us, when the walls crumble;

what's left of the rest of us when our flesh

has been consumed, sell me a moment to remember;

Has there been a day that's gone by,

that you can recall each moment passing;

and is memory so secure, to hold our heart

What's gone is gone forever; in the afterworld

there is no room for you or me, only the moment

of our conception has any true quantity of being;

And when we go, I don't know where or how;

but only in this moment, here and now;

let it not pass on; let it last forever,

To be in your arms; forever.

For fear of crumbling completely; I hide in the arms

of another; and take comfort there; I hide my face

from you, and bury my depression

Deep within another's heart

And there, I find your cavity; and your complaint,

stripped of everything you wear, I watch you break

Away.

Purged of innocence, and betrayed by the one you love;

drunk, and in denial; wholly in the arms of conception

to bear a child; to bear her ignorance and her deeply

nested seeds of madness;

To bear the world upon your shoulders; in defeat.

The final reminder of this last defeat, mind sunken

in and I'm stumbling through the dark with no retreat;

maybe somewhere out there lies the answer; but not

with her; not with the lady with the gorgeous face;

Because every day, I'll dream of her; even when I'm

awake; and I will long for her every minute of every

hour, she is a plague,

And a series of dark patches in an otherwise dreadful

world, and I need a reprieve;

Where is the one who makes me sing and laugh;

not lust after and thirst for,

Does she exist;

Light-hearted & simple.

We meet in heaven's hall; where the twin birds speak,

and I caress the remains of your body; a slow, intense

massage to calm your nerves; while the twin birds speak;

Caw, caw, caw;

On the avenue of saints I play the liar; and the thief,

Rejoice now; or forever hold your tongue; the sentence

will be passed, it will be brief; my tongue is fit

for the fire, and so at night; I beg for my redemption

Isn't it now; too late to offer praise;

So I redeem you in my speech, and in my words I speak

the truth for every sin I've worked against you;

while your thin body spasms in the cold room;

against my hands,

The remainder of life is a fleeting capsule of survival.

What I crave is in your blood; the hot splash

of love's finer points, and lightly beneath

the surface of your skin; its pulse, its echo

Gushing through your soft shell; the crimson

bath of ecstasy; I feel you now, as you are

but imagine all the workings going on within;

It's a cheap release to handle the world

at its surface level; let's go below, where we

can ebb and flow and fly within the tides

of the night;

The half-body picture in my mind; opened by

incision for inspection and critique;

I can taste her on your lips; and long for

each quiet kiss from her sweet lips.

The cut; and the extension of the purge,

a reeling from reality's grip; and a splash,

in this deep pool; where you and I connect,

In the waters of our madness and our disbelief;

All things come coherent in this mess of tides

and foamy froth; our world makes sense for a moment

Love sways and coalesces; drunkards mine the rock,

after every nuance comes a thickness of mortality;

We eat the weeds of the sea, and bathe in its

intoxication; subliminal and sublime beauty

of the sea; and enter in a covenant for the course

To expose ourselves wholly to each other.

Memorizing patterns; and threads of thought, pieces

of matter stuck in the mind's caverns; dredging up

to birth it all again,

Each slice of memory, repeating,

In new forms; regurgitated into new designs;

I walk into the room of the mind, and all I see

are similarities; I won't make a mark on paper

until I've returned.

Poetry and the regurgitation of the soul,

her perfumes have spoken, and left a sore;

my moment to incant her name upon my arm,

and move on, has come; drip the polish

On the fingernails of my love's bleeding edge;

Sorcery, magic, and love; three combined

energies twisted into one divinity; spoken

Upon the hill tops; waiting for an answer to come,

driven out of the sea; driven out from the wailing

sea; and in motion, upon the earth's edge

Two lovers trapped, apart in time's echo;

She was waiting for me when the caves were painted,

but I can't reach her there; she was waiting for me,

when the pyramids were built; but my shadow doesn't

echo on her floor,

Drowned in the mud pits;

We're all drowned and forgotten in the end.

Equal in the sands, and in the end; no stone left

to turn, and time subsides; the flow of everything

changes when worlds collide

And she has brought me to the end of time;

Her scent bleeds faintly on the winds, and while I

breathe her in, the chaos fades; there is a clarity

of purpose in this love's embrace

A candle held up to our gods; and the dissonance

of its flame as it flickers uneven

its hollow center lit faintly; glowing

It doesn't resemble a prayer, or any kind of magic;

it has its own lull and chaos

Dreams are lit by such candles, and as I open up

the channel to the night; her form flickers, and

fades; and flashes

The rhythms of a broken heart.

You walk into my discomfiture; my pain,

and press your lips against me, as if to

force the bleeding to subside;

It opens wounds, instead of closure;

And now the blood won't coagulate, scabs

won't form and fit; they purge out the

remainder onto your hands

Hold it closed, this wound I have exposed,

and issue in your tears,

The salt may burn,

But I have endured the worst of love's exposures;

Echo in your words; and paint the blood black,

dress it in the cloth of your own making,

Reveal to me your lies, and your willingness to love.

The seizures of love,

we've been cast upon a bed and made to play the part;

but for what reason; what madness is this that my heart

should be tied up in you,

A simpler state, I wish for an explanation; for sense

And when I fall asleep, and you are at my mind's edge,

hearing all the voices you are whispering; and wondering

each time if it is really you, or my hallucination;

The dreams rolled out, and placed in fire for the

burning purge of love's emancipation;

And when I go, if I can muster all that needs to part;

I go alone, into the dark; where you can't follow me.

The crash in your consideration, and the blaze

pierces the sky from which we were drawn; down

into the sun's horizon we have fallen,

And when we walk upon the stones, we burn our feet

upon the deeds of our corruption, we stand tall;

Fallen angels burning in the dark;

I dreamed of you, before our interactions; before you

claimed me as your own; a distant time when time

meant nothing, and the world breathed heavy with poetry;

And magic;

The closure of our disconnected strains of love,

required by the purging sentences of the night's song;

our interests lie in one another; as we lie in one another's

arms; and the soul's shade swiftly purchases the dark.

The siren's daughter, dressed in cloaks and waiting

for her spell to sing; she is a precious little thing;

all tight-lipped and curious of the world;

Is it my fortune to have been blessed with her first kiss,

she drew me into her sweet lips; and drove me under,

beneath the shallow sea; upon the rocks

And in the night ; within the howling, raging waters;

I can't swim, but I can try to catch a breath

She has found me unaware; and used me to her heart's

contentment;

So let me drown, in her spell; let it satisfy the gods,

the passion's play and now the dream begins to fade;

Her song plays on, and on; unto the end of time.

Time shifts as when we said goodbye; and there are tears

in your eyes, the same as when we met; distance closes

every door to us; and keeps us sane,

But when the rising of the tide; when the ignition

Of our flame; we go to bed, and dream of one another;

sleeping in each other's arms, and pressed closely

together

As time rips the fabric of existence; and spreads

our sheets upon the bed in which we lie; naked

and wholly exposed to one another,

This is the madness of the divide; cross-contamination

of blood, heat, and desires, and we won't fight it

The doorman holds this fabric together for a time;

expelling all our flames into the realm of possibility,

sheds our entire lives, without a seance or a prayer;

Rebuilds our coasting love a shelter in the sea.

The fields of life as they extend; beyond the boundaries

of comprehension, I whistle and try to spark a nerve in you;

a grasp for your attention in an otherwise darkened room,

Bare yourself to me, show me what lies beneath the ordinary;

unclothe, and drape your skin across my lap; expose.

When in the night, you stir; and I can hear the sounds

of you walking across my floor; burying your secrets,

buying time, unloosing madness with your deceit,

And I lose mine; this sanity that can't recall your name,

and where I go; into the ebb and flow of time's vast sea;

to clear the distance in my mind and make an offering;

Let's break bread,

Buy our health with the sanctity of an offering to the gods;

recollect the first time that we mentioned them in passing,

and you refused to eat; but I kept pressing on,

But the gods only answer the mad of mind;

The gods collect them whole.

The difference in our minds, and in our expression;

closing off the curtains for which we show ourselves,

the mind is made; and cannot be divided, everything

must fall into place; or into pieces

A snapshot capture of your face; a dithering of

promises we had made; and unresponsive times,

where we abandon each other to the breeze

Come now, our time has ended;

Let there be a place for you within this frame,

to keep with me when I have set my sails

for new terrain; have burst this bubble of a world

And come completely into something new; let me filter

out the pain from the present tense and let you fall,

Into the ashes of an empty dream.

In your pewter world of inconsequential forms,

where folded sheets of paper represent reality;

and everything is subject to interpretation,

There needs be some hard proof; some tangible

existence to this dreamlike state,

Not all things can be; and there is a motivation

to tie down and to subdue,

Flying things aren't free, they are subject

to law; as is love,

So when we can; we'll abound and flutter as we fly,

and purchase wings at the cost of our own lives;

We'll contradict ourselves in passages of text, and song,

and prayer;

Diminishing the worth of words, and inner feelings.

It is a text of insane rambling; our life,

scattered in the dirt and echoed on the

chambers of our minds, and mine

Echoes her name, over and over again;

The complete collapse of reason, sketched upon the

stage of our last dance, room enough for two;

to purge their hearts in interlocking embrace,

and speed their stars' destruction.

Her lightness of breath as we succumbed to madness,

to interloping hours in the dark; as we faded from

each other's grasp, and stained cement with tears;

The repercussions of a distantly sought after affair,

miles, and miles, and miles of threaded lies;

sewn up for the muse to seek our misery.

Our house is old and our years are numbered,

tomorrow holds the answer to our prayers; combined

with the diseases of our youth, this timely death

comes with the ease and silent will of sleep;

Nature presses on the desert floor to watch us sleep;

Come into my arms; no hazard of misfortune shall arise,

the dust collects and we collect our sins; so let them come,

a time of faith will grow within our wombs; but we'll

not notice for the flavor of the fall, come in;

And let the waters cool your bones;

Drip out into the pool; and let the blood disperse,

While we are naked, and wrapped in one another's heat;

the earth betrays us;

While we were sitting in the pool, the fields had fled;

the trees vanished; and the sands disappeared; no room

was left us in the rational world;

We dreamers; we twain.

The birds of summer; swelling in the wind,

and at the breast; in love with life,

We swell too; but for different reasons,

lust, and passion's parade; the swarm of

hormone; the decay of sense and reason

Madness and love, and all the things which

therein abide;

You are my purpose, and my desire; without

which I would have nothing to go on for,

existence's demeanor, and the heart's song;

What summer night's air can comprehend,

so can a night within your bed; cold and dreary;

dark as night itself, within your arms,

there's warmth enough.

Our song's bitter outcome, the realization of our love;

without an outlet for expression, without the means to

carry on;

So cold an isolating grip upon the lungs; to breathe,

hope for a shadow to sink into; to let the lungs breathe;

And deep, in the caverns of my thoughts, to carry on

this madness to its completion; drenched in gasoline,

the dormant spark's purge

Another drip, and the facets of the world are changed,

insanity's insecure malfunction places a hold on me,

and while we purge the reason from our minds, and give in

to the ecstasy of blissful love making;

To challenge the gods and their mistaken belief.

You are exposed to me; and the things I see

terrify me; but seductive twist turns them

about at different angles, and they allure;

Just sparks, of recollection and the company

of a mocking bird, in flight; casting shadow

Trust is overridden by the fear of your gloomy

thoughts; your drunken demeanor, and your flight;

and when I come into you, in the night as a hound

You'll be taken in the arms of Satan's bearer;

And cast upon a bed of iron; chained and sold

at the price of one dear soul;

So heavy are the arms which bear you up,

and let you fly;

Dreams, like men; are easily broken to pieces.

The cold, red floor; it wasn't until after I

started seeing you, and when the house blew

in the summer storm last year; it shook,

and it shook; but it didn't blow down;

And the cream colored carpet wasn't what I liked;

so I tore it up and left it raw cement; and the

shingles were chipping away the pain;

The house always smells like gasoline;

and the dripping of the faucet never stops;

put the porch light on;

And remember the cold, red floor;

when you're leaving.

The drunken shepherd, all alone in the dark cavern

wherein he prays; and feeds upon his children when

the moon comes out; and paints the walls with

their blood,

Another dream; another grim reality takes form,

and I see magic, and I see stars; and I count

the drops of blood,

The divine right to remember, and to coalesce those

memories into song; to form a perfect pitch, that

doesn't seize one's self in fits of undiluted rage

And here we are at the edge of the world; we three,

its spoken blackness purged out of nothingness;

We travel deep into the sea of formless night,

remembering our sins.

While winter paints the forest white,

I still see shades of red, and you can

hold off speaking; it doesn't make any sense

to tread this water as we come to an agreement

for the end;

Face painted solely for the ritual of love's affair,

to wash off the words, to drown out the melody and to

repair the broken hollow that fills our souls,

Apart, and alone; when death beats like a drum beat,

and there's no cozy cloth of a lover's embrace

to keep me warm at night,

Just an empty cavity; and the gloom.

The red river runs between our houses;

between our lives and our surroundings,

it is the connecting point for our continued

affair; it keeps me close to you

When no one is around to gather me in,

Like a fold in the cloth, I weaken when it rages;

and when it's calm I try to catch a glimpse of you,

And darkness surrounds the things I do,

but gather me into your fold; and make me comfortable,

dry my wet eyes, so that I may see your beauty;

And hold me ever close within your heart.

### Ring

This isn't the plot of land you left me with;

it is some strange form of the abyss, the

denial of happiness and luck, a changed world;

Where instant bleeding comes, and with it pain,

her eyes were all I wanted; and to touch her

face, douse myself in her temperate waters;

But you took that away.

Another night, remaining in the cold and swelling

waters; watching the moon rise, up above my head

Can the trees block out her light,

or the cliff's face move when I command,

There is no sun; only spots of shadow and flame.

It's rather lonely in this house, and in my mind;

the bleeding edges, as they fold and twist, and turn;

shaving off pieces of skin and nails to mail;

Each new package comes as a surprise; bits of me,

fashioned into a symphony of reform, realized flesh,

And as the scrapings glue and paste themselves

into a new collage; they decay, they are no more

part of me, just earthen flecks of once a woman,

And her sore and swollen heart; bitten by time.

Discarded semblances of self; no measure of emotion,

planted silken strands, in foam

Regarded as an assembly for distraction from the moment.

When in the plane of the unconscious mind, when

roaming through the deep caverns of the collected soul;

I find a spot or two of black debris;

Too small to be of consequence, and yet the smell;

the taste, the texture reminds me of your skin;

You are my impurity;

I dress you up in velvet, and stare at you; through

the eyes of an infatuated dreamer; take notice

of every cipher you have spoken, and make your words

seem more meaningful than they were meant to be,

You peer at me through darkly withered eyes,

no life left, but shadows; and embers

The only satisfying curse of your skin, lies down upon me.

I sink deep into your skin, into the folds of flesh;

where secrets lie unbroken and the mist of night can't reach;

Remember when our singing reached into the stars,

and the night spoke magnificent, I long for the days

I can't recall; before the cock crowed, when night was long

and the dousing of the flames had resumed;

Another night, in the cold bed I've made myself;

without a word for loneliness other than the emptiness inside;

reaching down into my bared breast;

Exposed for the silence it has caused.

I wail and don't know why the moon won't come,

and piece together phrases for a midnight song;

rising in the night, the blackened shards of sky,

to bring the world to ash;

And I can't fly, but you I watch in the moonless

sky, beating wings for me, as if you were

the serpent of my fantasy; unfurled wings; beating

And as the night closes, I watch your steady face,

as you dive into the pool where night rests endlessly;

And the sun scorches the day; breathing fire.

The beast and the dragon; and your wings spread out

against the seas, your shapeless form unfurled,

for the world to amaze itself with,

And from the oceans of time there sits a little girl;

Confused, and hungry for the notion of pain,

drinking small sips of the life of everyday;

And I drown myself within her mind; an aged entity

of unknown origin; she speaks like a dragon

trapped in ice;

I let myself grow cold to her, as she wanders;

Until she blossoms and freely begins to roam my mind;

I see her form, clearly marked and stated, in the folds

in the crevices of my madness; and her dreams pierce

my own, leaving footprints; the mark of her insanity

peering through.

The folds, the cross-contamination of sedentary lives;

and how they interact; I love to bleed into the fumes

of night's entire; to feel her walking under and over me,

And when the wind whistles your name beneath her pulse,

and the flames rise to encapsulate me; wreath me in rings;

But this small sacrifice of flesh is not enough;

To pull you in, and seduce you for a spell; to interrogate

the passions in your breast, to subdue you in the ever

walking flames of the night sky;

This is ecstasy unbound,

And we'll walk rings about the night; enchanting one another;

forcing the tides of the sea to swell and burst.

Intuition flies, and the institution crumbles;

when we make our bed, and lie in it; and make love

And everything beneath us sorely stalks the night,

our fears, our burdens, our reality; crumbles,

and in the night's design; when all things part

into their components, and require little help

from us to breathe,

We mock ourselves, and each other; we burn with

passion's lamp, and in the breeze we waver,

unwanting;

There is a call, a bird's nested lullaby in the park;

she sings of the catastrophies of mankind,

The seven springs; angels' bathe and laugh

At the moon; at the stitching of the stars.

The clear arrival of containment; our hell,

broken into by sheer madness; we've instigated

this closure, and this complete embrace

of still night

And we thrash against each other, in ecstasy;

Trying to escape the madness of the night, but it

closes in, and binds us

When the stars collide; and explode into fragments

of a world; and when your breathing slows to a

whisper; only then I feel your body suffocate,

And I would hold you under if it meant; I would be free.

It was a sentimental suite, of words; purged

and so complete

Her voice blew echoes through my ears; and I couldn't

hear myself thinking anything but her beautiful form;

The night drips on, and she is gone;

And the sucking at my soul, as I gaze upon her vacancy;

this trying lot of flame within my breast, bowing to her

dissonant remainder;

Each footstep, and each skid upon the floor; as I pace

grows ever more discontenting; the marks upon my skin

where she had clawed; still bright red,

and burning;

I look upon the remainder of her things,

a violent tell of her disappearance;

She is gone; and I her remnant of a past; soured like milk.

The clear blue; of sky, of sea, of your eyes;

the trickling in of your blood into my skin,

a faint fear that this will mean the end for us;

All our long, enchanting sighs of brief adieu,

the closure upon completeness of our bedding ceremony;

A grim stare and a shallow smile;

I opened up your chest last night; to find our wedding rings,

engraved with the hopeful message of our love's first kiss;

Drowning out the pilot light, I'm issuing a stop

from the first gap of our delightful memories;

Trailing onward, toward the dark conclaves of night's

punishment; the serpent's song, diluted by the flames;

and sealing all our wedding gifts in fire,

The closed stitches of our separation, without healing.

In the confession of our sins; the whole world

lying beneath us, as we expose our evil deed,

the implantation of our passion's seed;

To delve in deep waters; and let the flames

roll over us; to dive, and bleed

Surrender all to desire's dark power;

And then to see the burning world we've made

above us; and to shrink away, beneath the

ocean's mist

We are the cavity of our house; the dark

conclave

Another word, love; speak softly so only I can hear

One last brick, for the mortar; wherein we seal

ourselves in our enclosure; to be peaceably detained.

Your soft wind of breath against my body, and the

fear instilled by each inhalation; you frighten me

in an appealing sensation;

The cupboards bare; the walks are dry and spotless;

the cave wherein you bore your firt is warm and wet;

and soothing, the mellow hand's smooth caress;

A drunken flare struck hard against the sky;

Two warbles; perfect pitch, and their smooth resounding

buzz; I keep the company of doves and angels with me

in the night's fallen remains,

You lie to me in whispers of insanity, and I breath

rings of fire in response; to sound out my feelings

full of shame, and pour out my bitter thoughts;

I light the night up with a candle full of frost.

Our last visitation, and you were so bright;

like a shining star dressed with the blackness

of the night; and you poured out your feelings,

into me; and swelled my head with your desires;

Each night since in passing; is a memory of you,

And with your perfect scars, and bleeding lips;

bound up with secret stains, you fed on me; on my

desires, and held a candle up to coalesce our

bodies into the beginnings of a bright sun

Where are you now, after the bleeding has been done,

and your small shadow on the film reel still remains;

a sentiment of solid state,

I peel the tape off, and let your scent linger in the air;

A pound of your sweet flesh; in a box, unmarked.

With shame, I speed you under the table

to break secrets between words to pollinate

your pool with all the secrets I have heard;

And while I'm walking around naked, with a

swimsuit in my hand; not even noticing

in the slightest, without shame, without

blame, just a silly little mistake on my part;

The train leaves; with vacant memories on my back,

and a distant smile like, "I told you so," and

I can't go back; I've got to keep moving on,

unless they win the war;

And I've no intention of facing her,

and telling her she was right all along;

I need to prove myself.

She stalks me in my sleep; the banshee, wailing

drowning me in song; lighting up the sky in

utter chaos, I try to flee; in sound and perfect

dream, to walk the thin line between sanity

and madness

For her to come to me, this hour of my crashing

leaving a distinct mark upon my wrists;

I'm chained to her; without intention;

Without the blissful sleep of love's contented song;

playing through my mind, she doesn't care about

seeing the world through my eyes; it is one-way

obsessive love;

And I won't try to pierce her presence in my mind,

I'll let the engines rumble, and remark about her

obsessive lies.

All the soul's expression ends up dead, and you

walk as though you're heading for the grave;

these sunken eyes, uncaring heart; disheveled

and dressed in filthy rags;

What brings the dead back to life; is it

oxygen's kiss poured down upon the lips

through a lover;

How can I touch you;

When all your world is cold, like stones

set within a hill; for secret meetings,

satanic rituals in a dark hall,

You drink the world without tasting; and eat,

breathe without counting the pause between

inhalation and exhalation; you do not savor

the scent of your own perfume,

Walking without feeling; an emotional mess;

What cure is there; to feed you, love?

What lovely mass, and two inviting breasts;

and the scent of your body, wreathed in

perfumes; an open doorway cast upon your bed;

I will come into you when the clock strikes,

In time, when all our patience is spent;

And the flickering of the candle wanes; and the moon

casts her reflection no more through your window,

In time, when the hour of your sleep comes;

And I will do to you things which have never

been done before; dark and dreadful,

I will have you howling for forgiveness,

And pain will dissolve into your bones,

to quench the fires of our love's thirst;

In time; when love's bright flame recedes.

The patience for your heavy grip upon my flesh;

to have you, and to hold tightly against your body;

When you exposed yourself to me; and set my desire

alight within my breast; and none could satisfy

my longings; I birthed a child and named her

"The season has passed," and dreamed of others

in my bed; between my legs,

While you kept to yourself, and to your beating heart;

hoping for another chance; another night to prove

yourself to me;

So I set men to guard the gate;

to keep you from my heart,

But now, deep in the shadows of my inmost song;

I burn, and you are the one I am longing for;

in my desire's lust, I see your face; clear as day,

Come into my chamber; come into my heart,

and let the wild mistakes of tonight play out

upon the strings of our disenchanted harp.

The dissonant sounds of love making; captured in our

tent, beneath the sheets, strung together in the night;

Your hair, caught in wisps of moonlight dithered

by the cloth; soft reflective glow; a halo around your

naked body; as you move slowly, taking me in your hands;

We lie, naked; fetal tissues in our mother's womb,

the soft surface of the uterus beneath me, while you

cradle me; as mothers do, within your care;

And tomorrow comes, with harsh morning rays;

birthing us from this tent of flesh's delights;

Where I seem contented; I am not, I long for the everlasting

dissonant redemption of my flesh.

The mold is moist and wet; and when I swallow, it reminds

me of a story I can't place; but I try not to cry or be

too squeamish at the thought of what is going in between

my lips;

Like moss, but uglier; you take away my longing for the meal;

The food is our sentence, and we shall devour it all;

a bite at a time, until eternity;

You cradle me in your arms, and pass the spoon;

it is a bitter taste; it is repulsive to the bud;

and the nose won't have a part in its consumption;

Even so, this is our punishment;

this is what we'll face when the lights go out;

and darkness reigns, something worse than this;

So feed me, lover; give me pleasure and pain,

delight and disgust; the same measure,

And let me choose neither in preference.

When in the quietude of my inner sanctum;

below the breath of everyday discontinuity;

and I read your passages, and feed your pages

to the flames;

There, will be a hold of my memory; a cast,

in iron to seal your body in my mind's desirous

shadows; it is there, I mark my calendar and watch

as we grow old; yet here you are my immortal

goddess; undying cesspool of seduction,

And here, with candles lit in ceremony; I endure

the deepest pains, while caressing your lifeless

mould; to see you as perfection takes its toll,

And I would bring you back to life; in this perfect

existence, and attire; naked and beautiful

Without a scratch of sin.

In two conversations before the vacancy of thought;

each telling object of speech rolls off the tongue,

I drink the pain you left me with; the dissonant

collapse of all your dreams, and wonder what it's like

Inside your mind; within the canister of your desires;

So folded sheets keep you company in the night,

while you seek me in your closet; without the light on,

dim, dark; painful sores of listlessness;

To dream upon those sheets; folded and obscured,

beneath your pillow; to seize the fantasy of my

naked body held close to yours;

And separate the dreamer from the dream;

At the cost of everything you've ever loved,

to hold apart desire for a moment; and sink

your teeth into me.

The title of our love, as scratched in pencil;

upon the edges of our bed, where we corrupt

the book with dirty words; and stencil each other's

naked bodies

I leave you there; to finish our beginnings,

where love had died; to stretch out the length

of this commitment, and to proceed; with

countless hours to recreate our passion

As a play; with two characters, in love.

And while I disappear into the night; you'll gather

up each memory of our destructive flight into desire;

and catalogue your mind's seductive passages;

Play with fire, and in the end;

We'll play with fire through and through.

The siphon of your blood, your holy quest to

sanctify our love; letting out your sins as if they were

detoxified through the passage of your life into my veins;

And I let you flood my head with your own memories;

Piece by piece we come together as one, in flesh and blood;

and mind; but not in laughter, or in kind;

It is a dark and twisted transmutation of the flesh;

so much surgery, and so much coughing up of blood,

And when the eagle passes in the sky; brandishing the sun,

you and I lay coldly on our deathbed,

Weakened and in pain;

The warm rush; the intoxification of our singular pulse,

your blood mixed with my own;

It runs thick; for a momentary passage, and is gone.

My little dirty secret, my false contentment;

open up the divine conjecture with me,

and let us pass through flames, while holding

hands; to battle the false sentiments of night's

belonging;

Cast me upon your bed, and hold me under;

When the night calls, and no one is around to hear me,

will you be at my beck and call; to screen and sieve

the process of my mind's inner workings;

And will you bleed with me, when pain has wrought me

unable to dress the sky blue, and paint the flowers

you had sent;

Dry my eyes; or wet them with your own;

encase me in your fury, and keep me content.

She is my shelter; beneath her warm, extended body

I can breathe easy; two tokens of her affection

are etched upon my skin; in glass, and blood;

I feel no pain. Only the ecstasy of our bed;

And in this dim lit room, I watch her face grow dark;

with the extension of a hand upon my cheek, she swallows

emptily; drugged and dangerous creature,

Howling for the death of her last lover;

But in her eyes; a love burns, beneath the sores;

so I will take her punishments; and breathe in her

bereavements,

I will plug the air of her screams.

Across her back, and through her mind; I feel

the pulse of my own heart, beating; and her sting

her distant stare as I walk across to her;

It echoes in a disconcerting wave of pain;

And shadows fall as we break into passion's forms,

and take to our bed; shadows of the night, without

a flavor; without the essence of our love in flight;

The fever has broken, and the window claims a child;

Dark words collect upon my ears,

and the frostbite stings my fingers;

as they reach across her back,

and sink into her undeciding flesh;

The patience of the night has broken, leaving calamity.

The woman in my arms is a stranger to me,

and though we laugh, and cry; and make love

there is no deep connection in our minds' eye;

This constituent form of love, laid out

through an ever flowing tide of sea,

It's not enough to throw myself into the fire;

it's not enough to breathe the mist of the morning;

I have to drink the dark waters; and purge myself

of my contented fantasies; to realize through pain

a life of misgivings and insanity; the rush of the

dark waters, running through me.

I have to play the innocent; and surrender to you.

Our shadows walk in places we have never dreamed;

and between our worlds, in the light built up from

demon fire; burning in the dark; the candles swell

from our desires; and pain,

Misery and company; the twain entangled in a web

of silent destiny;

And in it, you drink the fire mixed with blood,

and I--

close up our deliverance with my own child;

driving a nail into my skin,

And bleeding out my inmost sin, your love;

Earthly chains; and the spiritual remains of isolation,

purged into a well of intoxicating mist; for your sustenance;

and our poetry remains the purest form of seduction.

We walk with an extension to our gaze, your

piercing eyes telling more of a story than

I'd imagined; and you're like fire, the way you

burn through my deceit; and size me up so completely;

With each wave of our systematic exchange; of words,

of body fluids; of the soul, you keep my mind on

the wholeness of your body; the flesh; and the fire

While in exchange for your series of sentimental

syntax; I divulge my passions and my desire,

On the edge of vertigo, I claim you as my own;

And with a sword; and with a shield; and with

the insanity of mind to wield them, I take charge,

Surrounding you with my own doubts and fears,

and the drive; love's intoxication, to reveal myself.

Another figure in the dark; another round hole

filled with emptiness; the desert of desire,

And then her voice glistens, with a shade of red;

The free voice of the spirit sinks down into me,

and gnaws against a broken heart; to make it bleed,

Her diary, spread wide open for me to read,

the pages half filled with secret words and

diabolic rituals; incantations to hold the evil

spirits at bay; poetry and magic;

The beauty of her skin, and soft blonde hair;

a cloister of herself wrapped up in ribbons,

there is no damage, only perfect luster

And she engraves a mark upon my wrist; and then

my other, while the heartbeat slows, and my breathing

dims; and once she has crossed the line of my

resistance, I let her in; I let out everything.

A dimple in time, an egg's worth and we collide;

between heartbeats, our soft bodies melt, it is

suicide and yet we find ourselves washing in the

mire; with closed lips and exposed breasts

Beating;

I hear your voice echo through the chambers of

my heart, without a sound you pierce me

And I succumb to the pain, the fierce light

of day, as it passes closer to my face;

and leaves a burn, and your eyes have sunken;

Your face has turned to ashes, and decay

I've lost you in the wood; in the darkness

of the night, where only shadow lies; only

the great depth of the divide.

You keep to yourself the fire of your rituals;

while I embark upon a different path; with you in mind,

sweet differences, and the mesh of patchwork

stitched into our lives,

Corner me, and take the works you've realized;

Unzip yourself, and let out the howling winds you've

trapped within; take notice of the skin that blinds

my reason, drives my passion; unhinge

In all this frustration, there must be some release;

so bind me tightly in your lips and speak soft words,

Take the fragrance from the field; and smolder it into

a steady stream of smoke;

Rise, from the ashes of death; and cup me in your hand.

The sudden silence from your hands; the way the

morning breeze sets in, and steals the night away;

loneliness in shadows, and a small form of your light

to keep me company; as the muse opens up herself

To play her fair, triumphant song upon the woodwinds;

And gather in the morning's certain silence; upon

your lips, there is no kiss and no ordinary sound;

just the voice I've placed within you; while you're

dark and your formless face recedes from me;

Every whisper fades; like the ocean at low tide,

And as you walk through the night, in your far away

house of light; and speak the words of longing into

another woman's ears; I sleep, and dream of you,

Beside you; through the morning light's awakening.

The transparent stillness of your death has brought

a new passage into my existence; and as I blow these

thoughts into the wind; I can see you clearly by your form

Dive in, I dive into your deep blue eyes;

And at the well's bottom I see the purity of our life,

it's very essence; poured out in the completion of our sin;

And we are purified through fire;

Dust and ash, and sand; we are driven from this paradise,

but not alone in our madness and corruption of the flesh;

We dance with the fallen, and with God's chosen;

it is a celebration, a feast of deliverance,

and in this cave; the entrance to our graves;

we lie in peace, still missing the perfect touch

And taste of flesh's succulent gravity.

The weak are chosen, to carry out their curse

to become slaves to a dissenting mind; to be hunted,

Shaven legs and criminal composure; I see in her

a pasture past its prime; with no new tales to tell,

no fornication of her words; to live by,

Only a sold conjecture of a mind, dispelled and

remote; she fuels my cravings and compassion;

yet she is lacking in time's simplicities of youth,

The marvel of shared sentiment, the corpus;

I try to bear her on the passage through the sea,

set out with her and her alone; to be made whole

as one in union through our bind;

But she consumes me with her dark, dispassioned voice,

and claims the throne with its embittered jury.

The power in your kiss, swollen wet lips of your seduction;

leaves me trembling, the intoxicating flare of your smile

as the words roll off your tongue; and keep me there,

surrounded in your pool of sadness mixed with joy;

These words, as you speak them are engraved upon the mind;

Each salutation, each long string of text before you say

goodbye; I keep them close behind my eyes, as I procure

your next cup of milk

We sing together; much the same song, within the night;

and you collapse while I grow weak and lonely,

It isn't all complexity to stand beside me; and adore,

there are shallow bowls, filled with milk; pour them;

Into your throat, and drink.

Promises wreathed in the flames of ill intention,

you speak in lies and deception; and I will wait out

the wind of words to find your value; as the hand

cools from the fire,

What worth are you to me; when all I know are

stories and conjugations; configurations of words,

on paper marked with pen; what is of value

Extends beyond the realm of human signature;

so sign the sacrificial note with your blood,

and throw it in the flames; there we'll find

your value

In the desires of the flesh; and in blood,

the cool caress of your hand, extended on my back

our legs pressed in, against each other's

The parted folds of flesh; penetrated.

Touch yourself, and watch the stars coalesce between

closed eyes; recall my words as you rustle between

the cloth; roll over in your bed, and sink into me

And there; in your dusty corner of this earth,

watch the walls glaze over with our heat; our passion's

fury, and foretell

The mysteries of youth combined with penetration;

We muse at this; the rhyme when childhood ends,

the fallout of innocence in passion's beginning;

Feel the heat of pure exposure to the sun,

your naked flesh burning in my arms;

And fade again; as the sun is consumed by the sea.

What I see, when I look into your eyes; and beneath

there lies a pool of song unspoken to anyone; it is

the secret you will never tell; because it's too

ordinary and embarrassing to say,

Set in wax, and sealed off;

So why is it you've handed in yourself to me,

why is it you claim so much of me, yet won't

offer me this; a small, rather unusual sentiment;

There's so much exposure in life;

let it go,

we won't think twice about it;

But I'm just curious how come there's

Such a hidden spiral of innocent truths

lying past the corners of your door.

The walls run thin, and I can hear the echo of

your sounds; bleeding out into my chamber, into

the room where I bear your love;

On soft pillows, and a bed of feathers;

Contemplating the differences which lie between

our worlds, the divide fate has foreseen; the echos

resound into my ears; and I hear your crying

As the darkness of the night time presses in,

when all the winds are still and the beating of

your heart lies against our wall;

I can hear the chasm spilling out into my hold.

She is shielding herself; hiding in a world of pretend

lovers and open hearted fantasy; driving away the night

by her incessant screaming; and when she decides to take

her life, to take the breath away within her lungs;

All the world keeps moving on, every little blade

Of grass still weeps the morning dew;

I see into her eyes, peer deep within her soul; as she's

exposed to me, and I see reservation; I see dissonance,

I see a child coming out to play the liar,

It resonates with me; between the beauty of her thighs

and the small of her back, what can I do but pretend

it doesn't affect me;

I have my own miscarriages of mind to mourn.

An untitled break in her appearance, the soft skin

with a rough patch; her pretty eyes, piercing as if

some dark spirit dwelled within her soul;

She is the malevolent one I long for;

She keeps to herself, enclosed within the confines

of a bed chamber, holding onto past retreats,

and sacrificing herself to the gods of malice

This, and this is the desolation of our selves;

to scream in fits of psychotic rage; as we perform,

to trumpet out the call for mercy as if it were

our own to call down from the sky;

And soil ourselves with our hunger and denial

of what was pure; to let the world lie beneath us;

And to take up the sea foam; and eat it as if it were

sacred bread.

I dance solely, within my skirts; uneven feet

spitting out the tempo of my surroundings;

watching her shadows form within my mind's edge;

And dusting words off shelves, so I may breathe

her lips again, until death; until the death of us both,

And I scream, between the walls; and fill the chamber

with sound, but no one comes running

This sentence allows only the patience of a broken heart,

When you touched my face; the first time we met,

and the avalanche regained a part of me that was

missing all the while; and I crumbled in your arms,

So slowly the clouds collect your bones;

So slowly does my heart forget your passing.

Through her eyes, I watch myself breathing; and feel

the warm touch of my body; I feel her passion play out

and the rising of her pulse;

And in the bitter cold of night, when dawn is but a dream;

and all surrender is to take the serenity of sky and burn

it to the ground; when the capsule of our soul has shed,

A silent word regains my thoughts;

Unspoken and unheard, while in it carries the weight

of everything I've ever hoped could be;

The weight of words.

And in her eyes I see myself; and I speak softly in a whisper,

to myself; as if it were the first time I have spoken,

And I weave a web of incoherent speech;

Formulaic transformations of sound and slow corruptions of words,

a bitter drink; an intoxifying slough of garble.

The green, crisp weight of summer grass; and the hint

of your eyes blending into my skin, chokes my words;

and makes the clouds roll lightly and thinly

Your presence made an impact; and those who stare,

stare with the dark jealousy of a bird; who hasn't

bourne her feathers, they ride the night down into

their contempt; and their drowning

But we fly, against the moonlit sky; we soar into

surrender to the stars; and shield our eyes from

the solar rays, as they are burned directly into

the retina of the earth;

So confuse me with your tongue; teach it new tricks

to speak in accents never heard in speech; and

suckle me with your sweet words.

The falling rocks, the ones that collided with my church

and caused a crumbling of the walls; and its entire

You never went there; you never wanted to be saved,

and I come bearing the truths of my insanity;

To you, among the most precious of my lovers;

Where do souls go, if not to the afterworld, and if they do

not reach eternity; what worth is life's chores and

inconsistencies; I drive the nails through my own breast

while beating out the answers to my own prayers;

It's hard enough believing, but to practice is

imperfection and reality contained within a box

of the surreal;

And so I sin; I sin with you and drink to bitter days;

of torment and of pain; and hope; PRAY; that

something better comes along; some fast belief

that holds substance and water in my heart.

Within our vast collections, there lies some grain

of truth to what we are; and what we will become,

Your eyes speak deceitful harmonics;

But your presence tells a tale of a confused girl;

lost in tears, and fantasy; a lot like me,

Born from the ashes of a discontent heart; there comes

a time in every woman's life when she sees beauty in

the simple pleasures of life,

And how can I show you my pain and my scars; if not

to rip open the soul and let it bleed,

And what a bloody mess that would be;

So I hide myself in layers of text and paper; tear

what bits of flesh I can divide from my skin's surface;

And make a sacrifice to you; from the scrapings.

This thread of consciousness arises while I'm

deep within your head; trying to understand

your motives and your aspirations; the template

of your drive to carry on, and marry me;

In the sky of these twin suns;

I hold you fast to my own doubts about our origin;

the shades betray my feelings; and I've let you know

how truly dear you are to me, and so I stifle a smile

and beg we keep this secret,

Carry it on our backs and in our minds;

Lest the devil come and break me and my tolerance;

shake the great divide and find me closure in the earth,

There, I will have my scrutiny and my loss.

And in my hands, I hold the key to my salvation;

or the resistance to the pain; one stroke of her

touch upon my wrist is all it takes,

But given time's decay it will pass into the realm

of fire; all things do

So I choose, and take a long, deep breath as I do;

She wouldn't want me needlessly; there is an aim

and a goal within her heart, her drive is the chasm

of us all; and I feel the pressure building deep

within her; her scars, and her madness

And I feel it too; the long walks have intensified

my anguish; and played a bitter role upon my heart,

I feel suffering at the decision I must cast out

into stone; and scratch upon the walls of my cave;

The serpent comes; and with him wanting; and desire.

Deep and undiluted breaths; in waves I swell

myself to sleep; and in a dream bereft of oxygen,

I tie my body down

Let the cool winds of death surround me,

And in waking; I see her face, shrouded by sea foam;

we walk the distance of a mile or two, talking

plainly with one another

I sheltered her from my mind so many days; it's hard

to reach out and let her touch my hand, although she

tries with all her might to grab at me; I can't

find the strength inside to let loose

To let her touch me; the way I've always wanted

to be touched by someone.

Your scent no longer wavers in the air, diluted

drops of your blood quiver in my mouth; and there's

a sense of loneliness; and betrayal, at the absence

of the sound of your voice

So many months have passed between us; changes made

and reconsiderations placed upon our heads; what's

driven us to madness and rejection of the ones we love

Place a dropper near my bed; and bleed for me

I need your touch, and your endless considerations;

I need to be loved, and above all I crave for your

attention; give me what I want.

We walk hand in hand, as our symbol of the union

we were promised; and each step taken is one step

further into our demise

Life is but a fleeting promise of ecstasy denied;

Carousel waltz, and your flat hand across my back,

with each motion I amuse myself with thoughts of

leaving you; drunken admiration for what you do,

but a gnawing design of loneliness stitched into

my arms

I can't see clearly all the time; and when I do,

it is the sight of your eyes stuck in someone

else's life; not coming to me, to hold me

When I need your holding more than anything.

Inside of consequences; and past the disappointment

of your lies, in our conception of a model of rebirth;

To seize the skies without a trace of malice;

And give birth to the sun; and again the moon, with our

newly found love, gracing the sky with the stars

A reflection of our happiness; in bloom

You take me for granted; but I take you as a lover does,

and wet and lively, we regain consciousness as a pair;

Hopeless nights surround me, and despair becomes my song;

echoed in the voices of a distant sun; black pages,

burnt and torn; no words to hear my voice.

You come into my room and take the bell that tolls;

leaving me with nothing but reminders of a love,

past the audience and past the praise of gods;

I can deliver my soul to her; in the shadows

Of the fields where we once walked hand in hand,

and ushered in new light within the confines of

our dreadful teenage years;

You beckon; and I call, and I wonder what's the

point of this anticipation; will you bring something

new, some unfound melody to stroke my sullen madness

Or just bring in the dark and lonely venom of your words.

The mind reels, as it plays it sickened patches

of despair; and hopelessness, upon the heart

It reels in incoherent vowel sounds; transmuted

into patches of shadow, poured out upon the walls

And I feared you had left me scattered in pieces;

in the mire,

To dust and ash mixed with mud;

And so I feel contentment as you call, and so my heart

blossoms into spring's most glorious birth; as you

reveal your face from out of the darkness,

And latch onto me, to sever all my pain.

Riding the schism of a psychotic mind; pouring over

each of my worlds; the insane and improper or

the tangent of her kiss; and your seduction at my lips;

No boards can hold me in; even in my dreams,

I will escape you; nothing can keep me from

my intended reality, and I move closer to her;

and you watch me pulling out my tapestry of

inconsistent thought, while I move closer to

her; drowning in my own pool

The flakes of red pass easy down the stair;

chip; away chip; away, and when we're forty

looking older than yesterday; chip; away

What will be tomorrow's punishment,

how can we prolong today; to pay tribute

to the gods; if there are gods,

What measure do we undertake; and at what

sanctuary do we pray; chip away. chip away.

I discontinue the usage of our estranged communication

process; procuring a new, more diabolic sort of sin;

to tap into your feverish words; to strike a chord

inside of you, and hold you under with my magic

Two waves of oscillation; and the pool where they

both drainl where we'll be swimming in the dark;

Come morning I will have you to myself;

And in the evening; every night I'll coax you out,

and we'll play silent games; with sputtering lips,

Crochet; and candy

Foul splits of mind matter; insanity's drip upon

your cloth; and the socket be be flashed into flesh.

Through drip; wet cloth ripped and dripping,

with my blood; thin cuts, razor's edge; drip through.

My head rush; my heart beat, my lovely little song

I play inside my head to gather in my thoughts of

you; upon my bed,

Dissonant chord; dismal, dreary darkened corner of

my room; where I keep you contained, within my mind's

racing eyes; and distant darkness of the night; I see

you facing north; praying northwards to your God;

I pass by; unclothed, unspoken for; nude.

With bleak surrender to our dicontinuity; the piercing

eyes and your bitter taste; swallowed whole, each maze

of your deceptive thoughts swells with my confusion,

It is the bitter taste of our end; that undiluted taste

when I have said goodbye; and crossed the border of our

destination's end

So few days left to entertain our loneliness;

The cavity's compartment where we hold the stones

of every likeness of our belonging; each eye

shadowed and every droplet of perfume; the spirit

of regression and of passion's dark, desirous play;

The wellspring of our last innocent exchange.

Close our distance; remind me of why I put you

on my shoulders, what do you see; I can't see past

my own misfortunes, past my own miseries;

But you can fly, sweet angel; flutter in the dark;

like lightning bugs too brave to hide up for the

winter's chill; going out, about the night and its

cool surf of wind

And when the day comes, I'll be looking; through

the fields of consciousness' hold; through ivory

skies and melancholy growths;

Looking to find some form of you; or another,

to place upon my works; within my words, to

dry and plant upon the pages of old books;

But you won't come; you are free at last.

Between lost phrases and the canopy of our distinguished

place within this world, where lies come easy and the

parting of our lips last long; and the wind grows steady

across our arms as we embrace;

Cold lips, pressed on warm skin;

The dithering of dreams in a reflective form; an ancient

form, and we're dressed for the holocaust; as survivors

Plain prison clothes, smelling like hell itself

What is the number of your coat; let me try it on,

Each day since, each closed circuit ;

wherein I flounder for deliverance and mercy;

to our gods, to the ones that hold us steady

in their arms; for the cradle's space

Let the light go, and the cabinet of words

and worries, and sound; surround us in the void.

Below us, in the earthly scent of yesterday's

subliminal forms, her chaos; torn from out

her world comes crumbling into mine,

And while I should betray her hand, and mark

the spot unowned; leave the sting of poverty's

affliction; I couldn't keep her from whispering

her vacant threads of piercing intellect

Down into the well; and through the furnaces,

The soft drip, subsumed in thought;

Soft eyes, to wash the tendrils of corruption's path;

wisened scars with words to speak the truth, an

unendured pain of flesh to follow; scripted reality

And a cold brush, to wash away the pains of silence.

The place where we both sail away into; when night

is fresh and the sirens' delightful pitch wails

And I hold your hand inside my own; and bring my

eyes to bear upon your flesh; this dim desire I hold

To peel you from your dress; and intoxicate

The senses with your smell, and purge what remains

of innocent forays; to take you through the darker

parts of my soul; and watch you disappear in fear;

The weight of one tie holding you against me,

is never going to be enough; I need your hold

completely threaded through, and bound tough,

So when the boat begins to turn over; I know

we'll both be going down together.

The well is dry where we once dipped into the pool;

of seduction, desire; of love, now only emptiness

remains ; the broken parts inside of me,

And to regain a sort of consciousness of feeling,

when the heart rhythm and the pulse beat at unsteady

wondrous increments; and the pattern bleeds

This would be reality's bright sun; stark white

against the summer's night; and endless shower

of forms and features to play off of the eyes;

It eludes me; this venture into love's affair;

although it embraces me solely to devour my

subconscious soul; I would cross the sea;

and plant my flag into a foreign beach head;

Where the winds blow steady; and the sights

of night's desires are fed.

I drink the poison you've left me at my bedside;

and swim now, in dreams I won't remember; the casualty

of my own decided fate

Where lessons bleed into fables, created by men in

power; to where religion lays bare and exposed;

to my eyes; yet I cling to it in a desperate attempt

to make sense of my misery; compartments of faith

To shed the light of hope into dark waters;

And yet I bleed, and yet I stand undelivered of my

afflictions; swarmed by every essence of doubt,

of temptation and of sin; I draw your blood, liking

the liquid as I swallow you; my energy, my ecstasy

Desire's warm welcome into my breast.

We're in this mess together; both consumed by

process of the mind, both running counter-intuitive

to the design, and holding onto hope that sanity

will press against our spines and somehow choke us

Into submission; and into the slow, mediocre bliss

Of the first touch of a woman's kiss; pressed

softly; softly spoken words without meaning; just

aesthetic taste; lies and truths pushed aside

I'm willing if you're ready; to take the plunge

into seawater, to taste the world; unfurled and pure

Create our own space for delicacies; one which endures.

Slow movement and pain, the prescribed condition;

a sentiment of lovers exchanged, before passing

into unconsciousness of sleep; the whole realm

of sanity bleeds into the pool

And we swim in the sea of our serenity; dried

for just a fraction of our time; we wet mischievious

souls; drunken lover holding hands in deeper

waters than we had want to touch

Wet sand surrounds us in our waking mist;

I try to dry my eyes from blissful tears;

but the moistness has sunken in,

In waves of wanting pulse ; my heartbeat fades.

In deeper waters yet; we spend our nights searching

for consistency; causality, the demons lurking within

the great divide; and we count casualties among ourselves;

you and I,

Where the droplets fall, deeper into sin's retrieval;

and angels play their games of sour deception; and we

pass along a token of our fair memories; not forgotten

through time's expanse

I watch you go, and sit by in my lengthy waiting hours;

sit in skirts and watch the passers-by; throwing

flowers on your grave, there is no death for me to recede

into; only this never ending stain of loneliness.

We walk through fire; and the ocean's deepest wells

without regret for our inaction-- our caving in of

circumstances; what lies beyond our control, and what

with semblance of a twisted mind can save;

Your shadow, cast in flame; and the sweet silence after

To minimize our indulgence, and to pass without pretense

of our sins; to gather in the remainder of our recollection,

I hope you can salvage what I cannot; the peaceful drugs

of sanity's rebuke, to wander on without corrugation and

dilution of your soul; to be pure

And as the harbinger closes in upon our drift in time,

I wait as still as the night; and cast myself against

the current; to be consumed by flames, to rock back

and forth; periodically pursued by your sweet breath.

Sweet finesse, the touch of your hands against my flesh;

the silent song we play between our bodies, and then

twist and tie off any loose connections outside,

remove the banister and shut the doors completely

keeping out the light;

My loose pages; imprinted on your skin, another

drop of ink; another messy imprint; close your

eyes, and drink the bitter paste

Swollen cheeks; drowning in her own desirous rage,

the fit of the fallen; a stage of sin; let loose

the pleas of the restrained;

I swell with you; inside me, as you burst

And all the loose leaves of summer turn, to fall.

While I produce my fall, and center around my own

destructive wind; in your seductive breath, you call

waiting for me to begin our descent; the fair form

of wings detatched, and bleeding; an angel's hymn

How perfectly you plunge, into the depths of me;

And as our serene call to formless light begins,

we breathe in the last of each other's beauty;

on wingless birds, we ride through the night;

mounted in ecstasy; we drive ourselves deeper

Only the cold hum of machinery, and the plastic

Wheels turning; baby's breath and the infanticide

of our desire's cold strike; Hell's tolling.

Peeling the scabs off of the remnant of my love;

forgetting how much it hurts to lose; and with

you near to me; the bandage is torn to shreds,

Love like water; it flows, so let me capture yours

within a bottle; to keep you close

If I would lose you; through the advent of days

Passed in forgetfulness of the kiss we shared;

days of drought, misunderstandings of the mind,

a simple collapse of love;

Draped in the cloth of eternity; a separation

of souls and bodies disconnected by distance

Intentional disrepair.

Our own endeavor; into each other's mind

with cross-pollination of ideas, and the

incineration of the divine; chosen holidays

for our own decided feast; to be procured

at cost of our soul's mortality

A hundred mile walk; across the hills to our

abandoned shack, where we play games, erupt

ourselves in dark fantasies; and corrupt

one another; with blood, and teeth. And metal--

Our immortality combined with the desires

of the flesh; a two-fold split incision,

formed in isolation, and in grief;

The pain of solitaire; death of the other,

And the cold fragments of two buried, broken girls.

Fielding dreams amidst the turn of our world;

contemplating the necessities of love's last

foray into the dark pools; rebuking a silent

wind that calls out your name;

With nothing but my body; a shapeless, soulless

mess of flesh and bone, I come to you; weary

and wanting, before the tides take me; before

the darkness of night consume me;

Love, you are dressed in the still night;

with the stars as your crown, and I am wanting

of your kiss; let your magic mark me;

And take me in your silently corrupted flesh.

A forest full of lies; where every path I take

leads me nowhere, to an illusion of myself and

my lover; cast in shadow on concrete plates,

I sympathize with her; for this bombardment of untruths

the dust settles, eventually; And I can hear her

words as spoken through my womb

Each deceptive sentence folds, and holds me under

water; each gaping hole of honesty collides

into the blackness of death;

And I can't breathe; without her acknowledgement;

I can't surrender to the ocean's greatest calm,

I only drive the winds in threatening poses;

And suffer in completeness for my sins.

A cloud of hallucinatory meaning, propped up on stilts

too high to touch; yet the mind is deep enough to

remember her, the warm summer sun peering through

Soft night, and the break of dawn like a knife's edge

causing the blood of the sun to spill through heaven,

And my urge for her admiration; aspiring artist

sacrificed for fame, I cannot call out to her,

she is my priestess of darkness; and how could I

commit my soul to her; without first inaugurating

my sins; baptizing them, seeking them out with fire;

And the whole of the earth crumbles; while we lie

waiting

Dancing on the graves of the living dead.

Your heart needing medicine that I cannot provide;

and yet I feel the numbness deep inside of you,

I feel my own; and this mismatched identity of love

coincides with the ecstasy I've felt with you,

Turn the table; and you will see yourself in my

reflection, withered and adorned with scars;

pain with blood seeping out, the razor as it

cuts deeper into flesh;

But as you are, intrinsically adorned with

scars; just like my own, we'll keep each other

company when the wolves come hunting;

And turn the reflection of ourselves,

into a mirror of each other's soul.

And the fears of the ancients, and of our generation,

joined through a filter of black and white and red;

children's stories painted in the dark; for the animals

to come, robots, aliens, zombies; to pick apart the

human design,

Why do we breed such terrible motions in our minds;

My fears are more misunderstood than these, chaos and

surrounding schisms of piecewise planted melody; not

a simple step, but an escalator of sounds;

Nobody to give instruction to where the ladder reaches.

The long reach of your arms, as they seize my hand;

taking into you the tears that have fallen from my eyes;

a revelation of my discontinuous slate, filled

with markings of desire;

I've craved your touch, within the reaches of my darkness;

I've longed for you to cradle me in your care,

and when the season changes; and the devil fills our minds

with tormented dreams, unrighteous thoughts and

Filthy combinations of love's last dreadful plot;

I will hold you in the depths of discontinuity;

freezing the winds that blow against our skin;

taking no hold to the cup of reality,

letting out the dissonant call of prayer

To the unknown gods of yesterday.

When the world was torn; and all the hills were

formed; the valleys layed down below to bow before

their mountain kings; when you and I were only

seedlings in a dream, without perception; without

any force to bear upon the world;

Did we lie, as lovers do; together in the night,

were we as malnourished as symbolic representations

can be; holding out hope for some fantasy even then,

Of lightness of breath overcoming the darkness

of the soul, so when you caught me unaware;

My breathing and my pulse caught on fire;

And as wanting as I was to take you under and into

my folds; I felt the reluctance of our dream to you.

The lines I drew for you, within the mud and ash;

where the severing of skin claimed all my reason,

and I drew blood to seal us off, from one another's

change of heart;

And in the cool spring showers; when ideals arise,

I drifted into the shadow of another destiny;

where you and I weren't piecewise parts of some

grand whole, but merely meshwork trapped in

a singular identity; I was a thread of rust,

and you; another thread of rust, but our similarity

Broke us apart.

And in the cool green grass of morning's light,

I was born a drop of dew; and you a bird,

No more signs of sweet caress at your request.

Our ring of disrepair; its sentiment subdued,

what do you ask from me; I can't offer it to you;

you take my hand in yours, but it lies limply

in your palm, without an echo to desire's call;

And as the surge of your infatuation settles in,

I try to drive my mind into the tears and scars

of yesterday; when everything was on fire, the world

marked by a necessary pain;

Somewhere in the dim light; beneath the covers

of my bed, where scorpions crawl; and you hold

out your hand to me, I will seek the shelter

of your head against my breast, the dissonant

sound of love making; and the early call of

emptiness as we say our goodbyes.

When the accumulation of our tears drenches us;

and the song plays out without coherent thought,

driven by confusion, and loss; not desire, not love

Not the longing I've been seeking for

Unmelodious, dissonant droning on of sound;

without guidance; without perspective of space

Time relapses; and the sentiments of our

respective loves linger; untold, unfolded

scraps of paper; without proof of their

reception

An unfinished pattern, left bleeding in the pool.

The pressing of the pages of this work, in time with

our delicious sun; and the golden episode of our

remaining sins combined with anger's cold relief

Two-toned scales for measuring our abandoned, incoherent

life; one for pleasure and one for pain; rolled up

in another's grievance, to part the lips in anguish

Or in the ecstasy of love's containing spell;

Breath obscured by energy contained within the heart,

I long for this impression on my skin; to feel

Complete and total ecstasy of love's spell; and sink

into the cold, wet pools of its entirety.

Love me.

Replace this emptiness within my body; fill me,

with your endless sea of love; before my heart

collapses, and the ceiling breaks loose from its hold,

Shelter me in this cold and gloomy state I'm in;

keep close and do not let the demons fill my mind,

Yet as the strangulation sets in, and I can feel

the spread of nothingness upon my flesh; choking out

my breath, I long for love; even in its absence

To feel the pain pressing in, its sharp talons;

Swimming in an endless sea of abject thoughts;

too far from anything pure and unobtainable as

love can be, I stew; and I beg for the mercy

that is your hand; in silence upon my shoulder.

Hold me back from the distant seas, where cool

waters keep me from feeling the energy of youth's

entirety; draw me in to your shore; and keep me

company a short while longer

Before the drain sinks us into hell's abode;

Before the last supper of a wanting body embraces

her desire; treat me to this blissful hour of

love; so I may see again and hear with open ears

The essence of the day; and the glory of the night,

purge me from the lifeless winds that no longer

blow me to where I want to be; swiftly carry me away

Within your arms; grasping so tightly that I can't

feel anything but pain; fury and the energy of lustful

dreams;

Take me, and hold me deep within your breast.

This cancer in my breast; beneath the skin and

in the beating tissue, my heart holds destructive

soil, wherein I try to purge you from my breath

An incoherent word; issued in my bedchamber;

Speaking of the lies you used to torture my already

placid emotion and cause a disconnect; I love you,

but I can't receive your passion, it will drown me

Beneath the waves, it will destroy my ability

to love; and to accept the passion's play,

So I will watch as you disrupt the waters with your

waves; from a distance, I will dive and swim;

And sink sometimes within your pool;

Behold, the beauty of my mind; externalized in your flesh

as if it were the sculpted form of my perfect isolated

muse; in simplicity and sanctity; I draw you in, and it

feeds my passion for a while; as though to take a breath

of you were my deepest desire

And in your calm, compassionate words you speak soliloquies

of proof that passion does exist; and love, between the

spectrums of our sanity

And I will fall away; and you will diminish

Into the seas of our belonging purchase and our own devising;

where we will languish for a time before arising new, to

capture the essence of the muse in some other's arms,

Driving away the madness from our minds.

Elated imperfection, the sting of frost on sallow skin,

through grime and mud, I drive myself home; seeking

anything but peace to perch my sunken skin upon

What bleeds and scabs over when the violence plays

within my head; and what secrets are not kept from

prying ears, the wash of your seduction; pouring

over me, as I drop down into seduction's submission

Pouring hours of repentant drummings of the lips,

into your heart; with empty promises of salvation's

grip to sink my head into; the final hour of my

redemption will come; and I'll find myself

Wanting only your kiss upon my scabbed, decrepit flesh.

The myriad plagiarisms in our love affair; quick

contempt and bitter farewells; when always, we come

to terms and form agreements before the exposure ends

Likely I am a casualty of discontinued forms; exposed

for what I was, when the certainty of our extended

love affair broke apart; I cannot feel past suffering

and cannot play the role that you set forth

In the stone that's chipped and hollowed for my entrance

And so I muse at your forgiving face, and play the

ignorant fool; always pretending you know what's right

for you despite this preemptive knowledge I have tucked

beneath my wings; I am the raven; and I bring tidings

of decay.

We hold together the ropes that hold us near;

and fasten them against the signs of heaven's sky

to what we hold dear; and what we hold dearest

is the racing of the heart and the flow of blood

Within the breast, the encasing of our love;

And as we drive deeper with the stake, into grounding

and fermentation of form; the lack of fluidity

makes me feel ill at ease; the quick, deep breaths

of binding infatuation

Frozen ponds; filled with the debris of resonating sound

The shared pools of isolation; the harmonics of our

self-expressed language of necessity; bleeding into

one another's ponds; the stillness of complete

understanding of a soul; the drip.

Incarceration of our bodies, as we track each other

through the crimson glass; and melt in longing pools

of red

The threads of interaction; forcibly detained by our

surroundings, the peace we gain through reality's

domination of our soul

We read through pages of a text, unbound; unsold,

a simplistic version of a love affair gone cold

And every line begins with 'wanting,' and each

one ends in a severed wound; and we deny each other

our hold and our touch;

And through this lack of flesh and blood; we fold it

in our arms, press it to our lips; and feed it deeply

into ourselves as we surrender to its beauty.

I crave your not-so-silent interpretation of the world

and your voice; in whispers in my ear, bringing secrets

that only we can hear; our change; our dispersion of

reality's entrance

And an accumulation of facts and fictions of your universe;

As you see fit to describe it, each facet brings a new

usage to the words you bear; in my mind's eye everything

you say is new and full of truths

So where do we start over again, and where do we go from here;

into the deep unknown of our unconscious minds; with blank

slates to categorize all of our longings, our passions, and

our fears

Will you keep calling from afar; when the lights dim

And nobody is around for miles, and miles; when my heart skips.

In this sequence of desire, thrown about the cobblestones

and assembled in a mad construction of artistic bent;

beautified and immortalized by two constricted hearts

Beating in tandem whist echoing their only one prerogative;

To twist the patterns of fate; and find some bosom to

bleed their emptiness within; each fragment of their

passage in this life, a rhythmic point of light

Until they subside, and the echoes turn to dark, dissonant

constructions; and the bleeding lets out more than just a little

lifeblood; and tears change into the wailing of mourning;

And in the sea of desire; they are left undone.

The skirts of plagiarism, sewn and placed upon your naked body

high heels and topless; we drink fluids together beneath the

old ash; placing bets and compromising to regret nothing

when the pain begins to grow;

Deep in your womb; I carry on in mellow laughter;

And when time strikes, there is a sudden rush; cacaphony of

flirtatious sounds; And I try to squelch them from my hearing

but their voices run thick and painful through my ears;

Twin horns blast;

Through the thicket, I find you at last; selling diamond rings

on street corners in the snow, swollen with my child;

And after we talk, and have a cup of coffee; I let you go.

We weep together, and that gives us structure to unite

for this fast moment; and blinking of time, we may in

truth have found some reason and a vague shadow of passion

to bind us more closely toward the end;

Time tells the story; and we are merely passengers,

climbing aboard this vessel to pray, to be sick;

and to dissolve into the night

A show of hands, as we corrupt the flesh, and stand;

within the confines of an unlit room; merely habitation

of our senses of speech and thought consumed, without

our skin to rub against each other; no breasts open

to devour; no rise and fall of the chest to press

warm lips upon

Seizure of an unclean soul embarks upon expressive sin;

And leaves a dent of passion upon your eyes.

The drip, the slow methodic voice of the faucet;

giving birth to shallow pools, the slow caress

of water on its rim; what energy of birth

We breathe in slow and rhythmic oscillations,

while the tide grows heavy against the mind;

sea swallows and recovers what was lost,

In its grasp, we are lost as we are; and one

within the slough, a prominent seduction

of current in passage; a dream. Silk wings

Ready for the falling of night's flight into

ash; when the fire burns them all away,

a dozen simple threads; leaving wilting decay

And to dust; to ashen fields with embers

brightly shining;

Into the mystic autumn night, we fly.

I long for the pulsing sounds to make their way

through my ear's most inner parts; to hear your

words, softly spoken in the dark; the echo of

reverberating sound, twisting and turning through

the passages; each incoherent thrumming voice

Filtered, and tamed into a word I want to hear;

What words I long for most to resound through

your vocal chasm; the marriage of our not-so-

innocent meanderings in time;

The darkness we both feel, gnawing

That would consist in the interference of our

own volition; a voice in perfect echo with

itself, to beat out harmonic systems of wind

throughout our lungs;

I long for the violent storm to see its end;

And carry us upon its wings to some resolution of faith.

The static seal we placed upon our lips, to keep out

peering eyes; and keep in swollen flesh in one wet

warm, melodic kiss

I try to feel what happens when our youth lies in decay;

to scream a little sadness at its fits; to welcome in

the madness at its start, and swell again as we conclude

our dance;

Into the sea; where we belong with one another, diving in

amongst the strange decaying suns; the soft laughter of

a child, newly born and broken into parts; our child'

Stolen from the womb; in her evocative form, as prey

For some stranger in the dark to take her victim;

it isn't far now, before she's carried up upon the water's

rim; and tossed into the sea, diving in amongst the strange

decaying suns

It isn't far now, before she's carried up upon the water's rim.

Froth, from the sea; a foamy substance washing over me;

and you, in your loose blouse, unbuttoned and alluring,

between bared breasts; I could hide my secrets far

from the night's cold and undiluted hands;

We wash ourselves in autumn wind; free for a moment

from the blast of summer's heat and waiting for the chill

to take us into bed; in one another's arms; for winter

bares her breasts as well

Far from the depths of an apostrophe's demographic;

I swell within you, deeply buried inside you; and I

burst with anxiety and fear; let loneliness' sceptre

slice my wrist; and drink the drops of blood that pour,

and offer them up to you as a sacrifice for your love;

Sweet and distant summer's eve, tasted upon dry lips.

Hummingbird; without a nest, without a song to sing;

captured and contained, relentlessly buzzing in a cage;

Your life in a mystery of fire, ill at ease and unforgiven

for the sins you have committed; I hold the pressure against

you, and I feel you ill at ease; and your surroundings

stifle all of your innermost desire

And in me, you will blossom; come into me

Let the night's cool air devour us, and we'll play a role;

two parts in parallel, and one part our own; dive with me

into the crisp clean waters of the spring; seduce me

With your wiles, and cling onto my breath; let the daisies be,

but drink the milk and eat the honey of the bees; and carry

in our wombs, the pasture fit for gods to spring forth from

White and pure mixture of repentance; and sow a seed of blood.

Our well.

Our deep secret that keeps others out; our reach

into the abyss of the unconscious, where scars

which never heal find their undoing; the keep

Into this black hole, I find myself drawn; to you

Love is not the essence of this place, it is

infatuation; it is desire, and part harmonic

oscillation of the mind,

In fits and seizures; I place my head into your lap

and drink the waters of your cupped hands; you are

my mother and my spouse, you are my lover

And for the drops of water which you spill; I yearn

Take me deep inside of you, from where the water issues.

And we can't get a raincheck, every loving after said;

trained by men with leashes, to sit still and behave,

not another whisper, girl this life will be a drag;

And so sore, and so tired of playing some part I don't

belong inside of; so worked over being a fill in for

some empty job; where I can't estimate any worth at all;

Drugged store candidate; popping pills to relieve her

symptoms; the doctors don't think it's a problem,

they'll give her more if she only asks; what ails you

now, little girl;

Seaside with a gun; not loaded,

Drying off the flames in the ocean; soaking the skin

in the cool wind's breeze and dipping into the ocean;

Where she sees a semblance of love;

The nuances of nightfall, spreading over the distance

between our worlds; both covered in pitch black silence;

As one could claim, it's never any easier to take the

black pill during a bout of depressive stillness;

When the soul is stymied by a corruptive stain;

Let the coolness of the wind blow freely over you,

and don't put up resistance; it is the only way to

lessen the pain

Take short breaths and look out upon the blackness,

see the stars shining in the night; let them give

you a little hope for a warm tomorrow

Let the demons dance; it is their right.

The controversy of night's bargain; sell soul

and with a truth to say it is our own to hold;

our diamond and our periodic blame for all things

badly done, the name we've chosen for our own

What's in a name; what rises to affect that which

has been regained, a sleeping pill; a soft and

simple stitch upon a pillow case

To shadows, and to dusk; with witches in the wind,

blowing kisses through the shadows and to the moon;

there is a demon's light about, while walking

a certain, non-standard formation of feet; printing

Like art, like prints made in paint; and pain

And for the suffering of the angels on high.

The window where I watch for you; to tell me where

to meet you in the forest, or by the sea; as your

soft words caress my spine and I can see for miles

Beyond you, in the deepest dark; to see your ill intent

But I don't care where you may take me in the night;

just take me as I come, and hold my hand and lead,

Be my shining star that lasts only for a moment and is gone;

Into the wild blue sea; beyond the landscapes of my home;

here, we'll shed a bit of blood; and capture every scream

I make as you subdue what's left of my bloody heart;

In spasms of death, I'll drown with you; in the ocean tide.

The craft we practice; between ourselves, and spin

our circuitry about the possibilities of constructing

paths within one another's field of vision;

A concrete place to form the mind's dimensions;

and raise the rhythm's tempo; to the point of

breaking through this barrier we've had imposed

upon our bodies;

Strict forms, devoid of flesh's folding, running

through the motions of an abstract quantity of art;

Complete corruption of the static nature of the works

Bending, warped; transmuted pictorial;

Substance in a bottle.

The ghostly nature of our continued sin; pressed out

on sheets of closely guarded lies, and crossed out

with pen, and ink the color of dried blood; so many

stains, so many stains; between our lifeless bodies

And when the cool breath of death resides upon our

forms, in the darkness of our well of lies and deceit;

We'll rise into new bodies; shimmering gods of gold;

As the ancients say; there is no stature raised or

lowered; but every man claims his destiny but once;

and there repeats his sins;

We'll make a bed. Lie in it; with stains, so many stains;

Forfeit the redemption we were seeking; and stay

in the depths of sin remain unbroken; there is no hell;

Only the purging of your essence can bring you closure.

We stand at a still, not meeting but not regressing

into disassociation; we keep ourselves to ourselves,

and smile longingly as we pass each other on the street;

My dissatisfaction at this arrangement; to keep a

secret deep within my smile; and to hold myself

and cling to you in the deep regressions of the night;

When the mind reels; and I smell your essence pouring

over me, the potent perfumes you wear have washed

into everything I own; I am surrounded and drowned

within you;

Our bodies so close; yet there is no improper touch

To sink my teeth into; I would bite and claw you,

if it were only possible; but there's a closeness

to our distance that makes it even worse for clinging

onto you;

Desire is a grip; strong like a magnetization.

The patterns in the blood, formed by years of sinful

thinking; formed by lack of oxygen to the brain; these

brilliant etchings on the wall beneath our home

Wherein we keep our secrets; the necessary tokens of

our will, the vast divide from the conscious layers

of our mind; wherein we wail from our submissive

grants of knowledge that we are stained

Hurry, love; we've will to be regained through admission

Of our sins; and delight within their acknowledgement,

submission to their will; give in to the desires, we'll

drown ourselves in flames and beat the drum of morning's

mind; the pursuit of our flesh's deepest longings

We'll give in to death's appointment; and eat the bread of

the body; and drink the wine of our destructive minds.

The wall of our distant memories; bound up in blood sacrifice

and held up for the feasting of a new and everlasting sin;

We deal ourselves denial in the face of our gods,

serving them our blood, mixed with wine; and keeping

secret sins tucked beneath our skin

Out and about the old world; where skin is sacred filth;

and the body is a dirty misconceived, corrupted work;

I watch you as you purge your sins out from beneath

the cloak of your disguise; our sinful lust bath,

warm with the mingling mix of blood and water, and wine

Your ocean; with a cup of myrrh

And I grasp onto your fleshy form as you go under,

and wait for you to surface; baptized and unforgiven.

Our naked skins as pressed firmly against each other's;

so many heartbeats and resounding waves of passion;

I push into you, and you receive my blessing; poured out

for the forgiveness of our sins;

In Christ's awakening; when the world is born anew,

from bitter tears of agony; shed out against the sun;

We bleed ourselves with razors, and time the moment

of our death; suicidal saints

And to the compass of our passion, we preserve our bodies

in ashes and in flame; no matter dissolves; but we transform

into angels of the night;

To go on with our lustful vengeance; and purge the world of sin.

We all must ride the night's prolific highway into death;

where you and I meet, is not contained in any sort of

afterlife; we are temporal; we are the essence of a burned

out sun; breathing its last breath before destruction,

And in this crimson death; we will psychoanalyze ourselves;

and our misdeeds; we'll place our sins upon the table,

and eat; eat the bread of our misfortune; and categorize

every ill-spoken word and each encounter of the flesh;

To fold it all and place it in a bottle; send it off

to the gods for our punishment's approval;

We are not forgiven;

And in this world of flesh and blood; and bone, we make

easy partners with each other; binding ourselves, and

hanging onto hopes of permanency; love is too short a poem

Love is too short a poem for complacency to ruination.

Paved with our misconceptions of the world; the path we

walk, the dreadful inconsistent walk of life; through

purgings of our own ignorance; we travel on

Beaten and bruised by our own iniquity, running out of

time to change our lives; we hold to fantasy and misconstrued

realities; we hold onto each other; and our dissonant constructions

I want to bleed myself into you, regardless of the stain;

to press my body against yours; naked and with passion's guile;

To brew a pot; and let it steam and steep into your heart

The world is an engine; and it has no care for lover's wants;

So let us purge ourselves of our desires, in each other;

and let the world carry on as it always has; uncaring earth,

unwanting filth; a mess of bone and blood and soil.

Engine to my art, you are the one who makes me smile;

and softly, and sweetly corrupt my soul; I do not divine

you, yet I make a place for you among my spread of gods;

Where you can place yourself upon my pedestal; sculpted

to perfection, with freely flowing and translucent robes;

I see through your thoughts and make you aware of mine

We pair of blackbirds, testing out the night for our

awakening; so we may fly a straight path into the fields

of lust; and writhe there a while with one another

In our translucent robes; catching on the wind, and

baring us; exposed and naked birds, flying in the dark.

Through the fields of our incestuous crop, we sow

our bodies against the ground in a bed of lust;

we writhe until the dissolution of our pain has

subsided

And in the mist of morning; we regain our consciousness;

and plead to the gods, forgive us of our sins

Until the lust of our bodies has regained its purity;

and we will sin again beneath the stars;

So often, the placement of our selves mixed with the

passions of our love has cost us nearly everything;

And we lie naked, in contemplation of a new beginning

Without the feasting on each other's flesh; without

the lies we whisper in each other's ears, and without

want

Then the dull ache of a boring life sets into the bones;

and we rape the fields in the delight of another bout

of ecstasy.

Mistrust and friends, or lovers; and the quarrels

which combust and set ablaze the summer grass;

I hear the hot coals in your voice, and in the night

when liars wait with knives; I shine my flashlight

Hoping to uncover you beneath the sheets of another,

hoping to unveil you as your breath precedes my misery;

Undress for me again tonight; and we'll keep this

Beneath the bed; under our eyes, hidden beneath the light;

And I watch you grow, as a flower in the field;

and blossom, I watch the past unravel into a new form;

And keep the frozen petals of yesterday; beneath my pillow.

I've sent the edges of my mind to you; the dark

and twisted words of cognitive's remainder;

Find me there; in the middle of incoherent melody;

where stars shine blankly through the mist of an

ocean's tide; remember my falsetto, and wear my

eye shadow lest the sons of perdition have their

way with you;

Keep moving onwards, and you will find me; covered

in mud and bleeding slowly from a ripped out heart;

And I will bear the truth of every failing sin of mine;

to you, I will expose myself; in complete nudity of form,

Undress me of my lies, and my indecision; and temper me

with the foul injustice of the gods; break me wholly.

The indecision to a slight surrender of the flesh; its cold

press of bodies in the night, to renew our faith in the

everlasting God; and to submit to stories told by ancient

text; a sexual decision for the poets to unravel

While in the heat of passion; no one can decide what fate

may bring; it is a cold press, served for wanting flesh;

And I subdue you in the night's dismissive melody; I come

between your legs and press hard; diminishing our sins

in one sweep of passion's redemptive song; the chirping

of small birds, singing loud

And we press ourselves into one swig of ecstasy;

Transmute the passion observed into a stain of sweat

and cum; hot press of flesh, building fire between us;

In this unsteady state of God's surrender.

You walk with a sure foot, while I in stride and step

feel like a monster; and there is, a monster lurking

inside of me; wanting to do things to you

And how it feels, to be bursting at the seams with my

desires; like a plague to need to be satiated with

your blood and the rhythms of your screams; to purchase

you at a price, of my very soul's existence

Expunge my flame; feed it until it bursts into fragments

of a soul shattered; And I will thirst anew; to pull

myself together

So I let the desire of the flesh fade; to its existence

beneath the conscious layers of mind; to feed in dreams

until awakening, and regurgitation of passion for your

flesh obtains its concentration and design.

Devoid of the necessities for salvation; our sins

pass down through generations of our young, and we

stain the sheets with our transfiguration; tonight

with you beside me in my bed, I'll pass on my

infatuation of this godhead and we'll dream wearily

Of hell's fire and the incineration of our souls;

While angels call to gather in our ashes, for an

offering of truth; the penalty for humanity;

And for the desires of the flesh; even in sanctity

of marriage, death will be dealt to those who

cannot pray loud enough for the gods to hear them;

And punishment, or a quick death

Will not do; it must linger for eternity's arousal;

the gods demand a fever and a fast; a pound of

flesh, delivered on their doorstep; hourly and

by bucket load.

With the intensity of our gaze upon each other's breast;

wherein lies the blossoming of new creation; when lovers

kiss and all the music of the world turns in to greet them,

It is like this; this newly forged bond of artistic sentiment

Peeled wallpaper; and a new coat of paint; the purged aesthetic

soreness, isolated for the decadence of fallen angels

You are my new sculpture; set out in glass, to intermingle

with the rest; put up high, with no restraints;

You will fall.

I feel the energy of your lips surrounding my mouth;

as I cradle you between my legs, and your kiss

Holds within it the affair of knowledge;

Purchased from the tree, and I savor every drop of you;

Within our hands, we bear the mark of God's extension;

loosely moulded entities of creation's formation,

and in mine; and in yours, we hold onto each other

Framing breasts with limbs, and trading loving caresses;

We fall.

### Love Me

Where praise and comfort belong; within the breast's

soft and pale skin; next to a beating heart that

beats unconditionally as far as love or hate are there

And in her bosom lies her lover, staring at the sea;

his wide eyes pouring over me as I return his glance;

She hasn't told him yet, that she belongs to me;

And I to her, we twain and simple purveyors of the

dark decline of man; he will know soon enough,

My love keeps no secrets;

Only death will make her silence bloom.

Horror strikes me; deep within, below the places you can touch

and I feel pain and emptiness; a depression of the soul

My body cannot encapsulate my desire for you;

Three tiers up from the bottomless pit of my demise;

threaded through by your indecency and exposure to my skin,

in homage to the gods we worshipped in our bed, I satisfy

my lust with you and demonize our love's affair

The quarrel and the conjecture of us as a pair;

Seeming sometimes that we could go on like this forever,

without static in our ears; without demonic footprints

left behind in the stable stasis of our souls; just you and I

dropped here like flies, to swim in the pool of decaying mind.

You surround me in my sleep; the waking call of night

and I'm awash in your tears as they fall; these gems

of brilliant crystal blue

I lay in bed, thinking of you all the night;

Seedlings sap the life out of me; and I try to regain

my consciousness so when you come, I will be waiting

for you; without regard for my own problems

But then the noose tightens; and my fears constrict

the parts of me that want to issue you my undying love,

restraining me from giving everything to you;

it is this selfish blast of cool, demonic wind

That drains me of my heart; compromises our security in love,

washes away my sins in an everlasting bath of self-denial;

For our love was made impure long ago.

When the tides wash over me, and in the blue ocean

I take my body underneath you in the waves; rolling

sea, prostitute of my desire and the deaf mistress

of my longings; take to me beneath this crashing form

Hold your breath a minute longer, and you will see me

transfigured by the ocean mists; I pray thee, take to me

So we can dive below; to where the angels dare not go

In the unconscious mind of man, where every sinful thought

takes root; where desire plagues the mind

And in the bottom of the well; behold, the mysteries of God!

Take to me, and love me; in this foaming froth of ocean.

Waves of our inaction to this god; or to any other, the violent

ones which mock our every step and seize us in the midst of

sleep; to transmute our minds with fire, I go--

Deep in death's regretful plot of land; I go to meet my nemesis;

the hard hands, with cooling lies; and a tempting plate of

milk, set out for our exchange of words;

In the kitchen I am called, and so I take my absence; a dressed

rehearsal for the ball is how I feel; his one and only mistake,

to trust me as I am; for I'm no lover, I'm no innocent; I can

be as dangerous as he is; when the rage starts burning through

my mind and I can't get him off of it; I would do things;;

I could do things to him he wouldn't conceive of being done to him.

Winter's grasses for the short-term left beneath the snow;

the color gone from them; as your color is gone from you;

white princess, pale as the curtains we used to have around

the living room windows; dance again, come back from this

twisted dream of mine

And the shallow coastline where I sit and stare off into

the sea; hoping she will awaken and recover memory, recover

the small bastion of our love's defense; and breathe

easy

Warm guns and plentiful ammunition; this place is ours;

So when they take you in their arms; and torture you with

dissonant remainders of a song that's lost all its signal

strength; and you revise it, and deny them their true faith;

Forever in bars; receding to the underworld in penance.

Our endless summer night, entwined within our gaze;

enraptured by the moonlight's shimmering; your face

dyed red with blood of our evening ritual

My body is your body; my flesh and blood are yours

To consume; I am the emptiness that draws out your

fever; to consume

And when the blood grows poisonous; and you feed

upon my rotten flesh, as it melts into you

I will watch with patience as you fade; and frown

upon that day,

When moist lips sink into the dead decaying body.

The fearful winds in the dark night; they rock the walls

and sever any urgency to escape, the need for safety

from the gods; is all I crave

As they bombard me with psychotic visions in my waking

hours; and give me dark nightmares; the darkest I have

ever dreamed, I hold a candle up in sacrifice

And offer myself, naked before their altar;

"Come into me," just do not destroy the things I love;

come into me, my jealous and vengeful lords; come into me.

And as I awaken, and another body sleeps just next to me;

I purge all my emotion out and carry myself against a stool,

The unreal awakening I have witnessed; is in full bloom.

I came upon a canary in the blackness of my deepest

thoughts, and sang to her; she sweated tears of envy

and dispersed my mind from its locked jaws

And fed upon the worms within

Her form was perfectly aligned with mine; the distance

from head and tail; as if we were twins. Perhaps we

were twins; uncounted stars to shine within the deepest

black of the mind's unconscious space

And call it confusion; and call it sentimental drama,

but we were like lovers, trapped within the confines

of an unlit room; feeling breath and body heat

Love birds, singing the song of desperation in the dark.

We're all lost, some of us just bide our time; in the

interim, waiting for the sea to come and swallow us whole;

and for those others, who swim and swim; onwards into

the flow, hoping they can subdue it, they waste their effort

This urgency for peace of mind; for some inconsistent mark

of faith, virtue's vice; the sailing of the ship within the

mire; I can't continue on, at times; breathing heavy and

gripping for her hand

The muse; lost within the darkness of my unconscious mind

And yet she's there; she's always been, singing the whispered

song that only I can hear; prolonging my decay and in my

absence; running fingers through her hair.

You scream in pain; and I am there but not to ease you,

that wound inflicted on my soul at your bequest has

never healed; and so I stop to reason why I would want

to dissolve your pain without some payment for my own

I drive the nails in deeper into your flesh;

And wound you further; in the midst of all the screaming,

your pain; and the marks you bear are not my concern,

What I wish from you is your affection; poured out

like water and acid; freely given until it burns, and after

And when the mind reels from the pains of love; I will be

satisfied with your offering, I will leap; my body will

melt within your arms; this is the torture I've devised,

To be loved without repentance; and to persist in sacrifice.

Night bleeds into day, and we portray the death of a god;

and reign in a hush of silence from the crowd; our symbolic

staircase creeping up to heaven; it's a light burden,

breathing in the spaces between worlds

And you concur there isn't any heaven or hell; but only

innocence destroyed through the meeting of the unconscious

with the consciousness of mind; and bleeding out of pain,

desire and all the other emotions one may feel; tucked

within the belt of everyday

So, we conclude; you thrust your knife inside of me

And all the stage stands quiet; as I withdraw myself,

and plummet from the balcony as a drunkard would;

disquieted, and devoid of consciousness; reeling

in the madness of betrayal.

As we embark upon our journey through the mind's

forgotten eye; and close our consciousness to reminders

of our existence, and play the role of gods; not men

or mortals in disguise

And feign innocence to those who would remind us of our

lot in life; trade comforts and complete our fury at the

divisors; hold emissary tasks, and appointments

Drive in the conquest of our unconsciousness;

And take hold of the remainder of our sins, planting

earthen bodies in our midst; to trace and treat the

remnant as unclean; to purify the means of our revival

I want you distant, like a star; among many others.

Take the others; I can't focus with them making noise

downstairs; find the faucet and crank it up, make the

pipes bleed, and when in focus; I will see the perfection

placed upon the night, and drive your nails

Into the flesh surrounding you; through your bones

And force a fissure; displaying my compassion as I stain

your cloth with blood, and drown your cries out with the

stereo;

In this dividing schism of a burn; less noticed by the

world than by its contemporaries; there is a sin

Remaining on a still and perfect night; within us all.

We drove ourselves unconscious; for the gaze into our

soul, we tried to hide the marks of our institutionalized

containment; and break for purity and dissonance;

Condensed subsonic structures intertwined with chaos;

When out of mind, came madness; and the interaction

resumed between reality and its encoded parts; she came

to me, between the breaths of dream and waking; she showed

me there was anything but distillation;

Confusion held me in regressive straps upon my bed;

And while the angels fought, overhead; And while the winter

snow came drifting through the summer's door; I pleaded,

and I begged for the conception of a face I could not recall

The face of my muse;

Wrapped in plastic, and amused at the engravings in my skin.

In complications of our silent affair; we share what's

in our blood and keep it secret; between candlelight

vigils; we make a bed, and creep into the night;

Undoing our blouses and separating consciousness of mind

It is broken; this once sterilized fragrance of our birth,

filtered and diluted; there is no purity to factor into

our entropy of thought; just a canonical sphere of words

to wrap around our eyes

So many dreams are broken when the earth fragments;

and so many of us children of the gods; Pay with our

vision, blinded by the light of false pretentious teachings

Whose words are poison, and whose lack of luster

contain the wealth of kings and principles;

We were chosen once, and now we bleed the fools.

I'm lonely.

In this frost of winter's night; I carve my words

into the blackness; no light lingers in the room,

and I can't see the letters as they play upon the page;

No room for gods; or simpler things,

Merely an extension of a mind past gone; etched upon the

outskirts of a lonely time; pressing inwards is the

captured film of my past transgressions, it is a dark,

and lonely epitaph

Cradle me in your womb; ensnare me with your words;

enrapture me, and cast me as a stone into the mouth

of your gods; save the poison for after we make love.

The search for something more; something new and exciting

it isn't fair or far from home to trace the mockingbird;

and through all the excitement and the rage; I feel contentment

coming on; a new found fury of forgotten lust

In the dark, when the cold winds blow; I find you in a field

not alone, but with your maiden; and I could take you both

into my lair; drive the angels out and have my way; while you

Lie in bed with me, broken and abused; lost to the wind

Lost to the remnants of the muse.

The look of excitement; in another's eyes as she stands

at the brink of her revelation of reality's dismissal;

two strands of faith, and one of science to disprove

the existence of her gods; she flees and fornicates

with ritual and with the deep longing of desire

Change is inevitable, as she locks herself in the bathroom;

and throws herself on the carpet; puking violently

I knock and jostle the door; come calmly in after

picking the lock; and she is no more; she has ascended

I close my eyes; contemplate her afterlife, resolve

myself to never underestimate the power of prayer;

And I hold an anti-sermon in the yard; for her departure.

A lonely drop of isolation; wet with tears and blood,

surrounded by the full moon; rising up above, its shattered

particles play music on the wind and as the sink begins

to swallow its bright youthful luster;

The world becomes an ivory sphere, full of nostalgia and dreams;

where every hope comes full and blossoms; where the wind blows

and the sea rolls out her open arms;

To subdue my lover's moistened body; full of her desires

I lengthen my hand, and reach to the sky; without any notion

of how high one can travel, and I touch what I can grasp onto;

Heavy motion beneath me, as I recoil in my nakedness;

It is the storm, unraveled; and broken by the evening's rite.

The sea of time; tossed into the sea, I can't remember my name;

and if it were a myriad of words I would remember each and every

one of them; tossed into a rolling sea of fire, where seasons

change maliciously and lovers go unremembered; as if it were

the last day on earth,

And we abide in the ocean, as time passes through;

Rocked by the thrashing waves that have gained purchase in our

minds; the ever-letting-go of memories, as they collide and

cease to be; the reticent cognition floods our eyes

And purchases its grasp, in semaphores and nocturnal emissions.

In my fragmented world, where days collapse into nights;

and I'm left almost breathing on my bed, between your

breasts; where night falls almost endlessly, leaving us

in vertigo until day breaks the silence and issues us

new breath

The seeming subtle nuances of life; crashing in like

deep, methodic waves; your comparison of new age

testimonies and your interference in my hazy eyes;

I like you; I would like to understand the days

through your eyes; I would like you to surrender

to my gaze; and I will bleed you dry, and I will

usher in a sea of pain.

The improvisation of her voice upon my skin; and I bleed

bitter perfumes against the wind, as my sky grows to fill

her womb with the mysteries of all mankind; I try to swallow

my words and make the dawn break slowly on her chin

Her last laughter, as her ancient blood runs thin

And she passes into the world of our heroic sins; stricken

by the chord I never played; And she swallows, blood

imbued with ecstasy; my corral, endowed with a simple

harmonic blast of wind

She echoes my mind's mysterious calling; and I laugh

As she goes under, into the subconsciousness of being.

Her voice blooms in my ear; and as it comes uncorrupted,

my mistake; my severed atmosphere changes into mirth;

and so I give her my contempt, and all the wanting

innocence to time; I drive the nails into her wounds;

Deeper than they ought to go; for until her shadow

Bleeds with force, I will not let go her pain; until she

has subsided screaming into the ashen schism of the night;

Corporeal lights blossom into being; and her screams echo

through the chamber walls; down through the corridor

Where we make our exit, and appeal to the ancient gods.

It sounds good to me; and the laughter in my lungs feels

like pinpricks of fire; so good yet with a sense of misery

and malcontempt; as if ice water were pouring through

my veins; I hold a shower for myself

Drain the dissolution of my world, and everyone in it;

Cower at the fragrance that surrounds the clouds, I take

a bath in milk; and cool myself

Dreams come and go; they pass and fade, into the wild and

unknown forest of our disbelief; I crave her attention

And pass fire through my breath as my longing turns to venom;

Every piece corrupted; every stain turned against a bleak

winter's night; the cold replaces certainty and the dowry sings;

Its unknown voice proceeds the passions that we have born.

The waves of youth; foaming into the land of an

undying sun; breathing with the land at the shore's edge;

dropping suds and sea foam; raising an intuition of the mind,

As she sees diamonds; I see hearts and our worlds divide

Come crashing, come into this crashing sea and we'll subside,

as unwashed lovers breaking waves with thoughts of treason;

you'll want me to abandon you; you'll crave the cessation

And into the beating of a dead sun's heart; we burn and flail

on fire; as we jump, into the mystic sentence of our mind's

desirous earth; we play upon the fire's edges as we burn;

In turning, and in sinking; engrossed in the sea's remains.

The fear of her rejection; as I cower in the corner

and resolve myself to wallow in my loneliness; it's

tempered with constructions of misuse, and the dire

need for her reflections of my works; I peel her back

with fire, and salt her with the ashes of my mind

An ever-loving hold upon my mind; she sees my fears

And traces them to our retreat among the stars; forces

me down, in the mud and kisses me; she is my night

Caressing me throughout the spires of my misinterpretation

and downing me in one ungodly swallow.

Our likes and dislikes, as a catalyst for unrecalled

collections of our likeness; our form and discontinuity,

our indivisible construction; you changed me, and how

I think about the world; you frightened me into submission

And now the daze has come; and how the howling disappearances

have wrought our loosely clothed bodies; how the wind sweeps

through the passages of the mind; keep howling, and I will

disappear within your abandoned house; keep the wind rolling

And I will clothe you in the ashes of our burnt out fire;

Keep the winds coming, and I will bleed you through and through

with my own nails; scratching and dipping into your flame;

The furnace sees all, hears all; senses all diminished blood

and fame.

The legendary peel of her thunder; torn across the sky

in large laps of swimming angels, her head bursts forth

a cry, with loud lungs screaming;

Subdue the earth, and take its hostages;

She seems to cry as if in pain, and I take her hand; the

temperature of her face is more than feverish; I hold her

in my grasp as the clouds gaze onwards, toward the sea;

And to the sea I take her limp body; and feed it to the ocean

She screams a little scream as I douse her in the swollen

well of water; her fire bleeds

And to the sea, she enters; with a halo of steam

While I lay in the shade of a palm; without her in my arms.

She is the drug for my sadness; the perfect intoxicating

breath; before my demise I will drink her bitter taste

and feel the buzz, and when I drip beneath the surface

of time; in that place where thoughts and feelings,

the emotional surface of our unconsciousness rides;

I'll take a trip with her; where passion feeds the madness;

Into the space where angels dive, into the blind horizon

and clear the devils from the walk; with iron stakes,

Surreal bit of honey; upon the lips, you are the flavor

on my tongue; I can't compromise your endlessly stinging

sour voice; it is a bird's hum, and ancient sieve

Through the walls where the meetings are held; I hear her

saying it wasn't yesterday we played within the mire;

But it was; liar.

Two bodies stretched thin across a silver field with

glass shards broken into skin; a knife finished the

cut, and when it bleeds through; when it contains

the moisture of their blood

Heaven shakes, and the earth melts; as plastic as they

are, they dissipate and mould into a crown of steel

Her soft, pale lips press inwards towards my sore;

A crowding of the atmosphere and solid lines shake,

we merge into plastic folding of space, as if this

were all we could remember; her schisms hold me fast

As I draw in her light and cause the chasm's bending

shape to take new form; I breathe her breath and

Echo all her laughter and her joys; through my lips.

I hear you in the ever-after, bleeding through my carpets

as I'm complaining to the cleaners about the stains;

And then, as though you had remained in this house;

I hear your footprints; and smell your intoxication

you were a drunkard and a fool; and nobody came to

your aid when the bell tolled,

Except one boy; the innocent who didn't realize you

weren't worth saving; he took his hands upon you

and beat; gave you batches of air,

I said to him; it's no good for her, just let her

carry on; she'll be alright; in the end she'll put

up a fight and bury whatever it is;

And you buried yourself in the process of giving up;

just the way I'd thought you would but didn't have the

balls to say it to a kid.

We remain in a stillness of death, while you speak

hallowed words into my ears; they make me hear voices

other than your own; and I begin beliving in the

supernatural wonders

You crave my attention, and so I give it freely;

One bite for another, as I am craving too; the patterns

of longing set down in tiles; I would hold your hand

if you were tangible; take you up and bleed with you,

Our discomfort at the sound of the howling winds,

And in this intersection of sound; we could make love,

our love containing the properties of a masquerade;

In small assemblages of peace treaties and potpourri;

We'll crawl into a bed of slithering snakes and raise the bell.

She cried, and I answered; she left her breath behind;

and sank into the world below this realm, she died of

the plague of innocence betrayed; a simple story from

a simple time, a broken hearted and molested youth;

Bitter in refrain; her wash upon the skin lay swollen

And in her eyes; the beauty of a child's face, so simple

and so direct a sound it leaves me covetous; she swam

in a pool of milk; and dreamed of heaven every night,

Until the demons came; the dreadful ones; the peace breakers

And into a bath of ice; upon her skin were sores; and

she lay down in a fit of rage, every night; they tied her

to the bed, but she wouldn't sleep; she raged; and cried

And screamed into the night, a possessed and tainted girl;

Broken innocence, as the devil layed with her.

Pressed coldly against the stone cell's walls she bites

enough to breathe; the catalyst for her corruption is in

bed clothes; lying underneath her, and she changes the way

she postures herself for him; the dying flame of innocence

Trapped within walls, she comes corrupted and piecewise;

Out of the chamber where she belongs; she is the body and

blood of her captor, and wears it upon her head; a newly

forged crown of gold, and incense burns for her,

Queen of detritus and of pain; the slow surreal contribution

She has made; it strikes a chord of fear and bleeds within

the hearts of her occupiers; she stabs in the dark, but there

is no more protection; she has succumbed to this role;

And where there is a feast; there is a pig, unravelled

For the fortunes of men and gods to deliver us sustenance.

With the wild wind surrounding me; I shed some of my

well-hid light, I am light; tonight in this dark

chasm of a world, I feel free and totally without

weight;

Yet there is gnawing at my senses; a chaos of sinful

Sentiments; I play the fool, ignoring it in its turn;

and dash my feet and head against the stones set forth

for me; I am high, I am a fool; I try to lighten my

feet some more; but each sliver of a drug as it enters

Into my body; causes the chaos to collide with reality

And several more injections leave me numb; without my

feet to carry me home,

An interjection: this is the night for love's unveiling

And to repentance I will seek the calm and lowly wind,

without a howling sea or a thunderous collision of cloud

to drive myself into the wall; and occupy my existing hours.

The cycling of days within months, and her essence changes

so slowly through time; I feel she's trapped and yet I see

the sands turn and the engines I can feel humming; another

day passes, and she is gone; without trace, without a sense

of longing or desire felt for her

She is nearly departed; escaped through the boundaries of home

And should she grow old and wither; should she cultivate

her youth and set her mind and spirit free; I will depart

With the enemies of stasis on my trail; regard them as the

culprit; thieves of innocence; who prevailed in slaughtering

my lover's hand; the precious bearing breasts which held her

purity;

And in another land; set loose to mingle with outsiders; to

caress the mud; and to unloose her fury, in a mental disorder

Craved by beasts and men; to show them the underpinnings of her story.

Countless ends to a deceptively simple beginning, and with

its repetetive procedures, and endless hours of contemplation

poured out within the crates of our own minds; and as she

wields her trinket; the little score plays within, purposefully

changing tunes to the rhythm of our beating hearts

And we ride the waves; let the surf carry us away, into the

deep black sea of night;

Drowning out every other sound; the surf suffices

Her check; her balance in the wind; the culmination of our sins

spent in a never-ending cesspool of desirous lusting; the claim

to wanting, and the purging of our souls into the black dark

caverns of our bed,

It feels corrupted; but it feels too good to end.

The sea is simple and complete; it swallows us all, in turn

and leaves only bones; death becomes us and we drive ourselves

into the sea; into the lifeless mess of decay

And she beckons me to follow her footprints in the sand;

Into the sea of our destruction, and I go with her; into the

night of our demise; we play among the reef and dream of

butterflies; casting our nets on one another, as we swallow

sea water; and we fly, upon the crest of waves; we fly

Out among the mist we sing and dance and scream; we caress

each other and make angels in the sand

For to bring the heavy burden of our death upon us; we make

light all things, and echoes and waves; and we make love

Until the water consumes us; we make precious love beneath

the waters of the sea.

The life of stars, and in the mist ourselves; buried under

layers of grass and melted wax; you seem to not notice

the sky as it was; as it is within my mind, and I call you

With the fluid of my beating heart, I speak whispers

In your ears; come and grasp this silent form of your

naked skin, come and eat the words from out of my mouth

Let's throw this dirty dish rag into our bed

Making sheets stretch around the corners; making incoherent

sounds of love as we partake the sacred dinner of our flesh

And devour each other in the sanctuary of a swollen sun.

In this summer of consumption and feelings tied in knots;

where does the truth lie, in the essence of our being,

where do the countless stars collide; while entertaining

thoughts of our corruptive stain; so serene and beautiful

your body lies; as in the grip of a giant ocean

Swelling with its mouth bared down on you;

And you purge your isolation's senses out among the waves;

and you capture the feeling as your body swims, you save

the night within your purse, and bleed against the tide;

And hang your heart upon the stylus;

The world knows of your immortality, and waits to see you

bare your flesh; naked breasts sent into the waves;

And caught up in the motion of an early death.

Her heartfelt tragedy, in the summer; in the sun, below the

sky; she beckons me to her aid, this dying bird of night;

and so I hold her hand as she departs from us,

It's never too much to keep company with strangers;

Or lovers, as all become the same in the end; we place her

body, upturned and in silence; against the boards

Her soul begins its journey, and death marks the passage

She soars, like a bird of the night; risen to new heights

across the globe and into the world beyond; where we can

only pray she hears us in our sleep.

The place we share, within the confines of a broken world

completely absent of our containment of the flesh; it's

silhouette surrounds us, yet we cannot share a bed

We live in small compartments, made of stone and wood;

Brick by brick we are encapsulated and transfigured into

slaves; the mortar dries and leaves us nothing but shards

of dreams once spoken thoroughly in the dark recesses

of our speech

It is the straw that makes us bleed; broken into fragments

we take the slow bus to our destination; death's highway

And enter in the tunnel without our luggage.

We swallow one another's milk, and drink the remainders

of our blood; together forging bonds that none can break;

A similitude of disconnected souls, shattered in two;

Yet with each breath we try to reconnect; in the remainder

of our bodies, in our flesh; and I feel her steady pulse

and in our bed I feel her closeness and desire; the way I

feel her coming into me; into my existence

While in broken harmony, we bite and sting each other;

with the bliss found in aesthetic pain, we choke on words

and stain the pages of one another's mind;

Held down, held firmly across the bed; I blow my kiss.

She lies in bed, next to me; our arms entwined in one

another's and our mixture of body fluids lingering

between sheets; and as I close my eyes, I say a prayer

Offered on the winds of this chill night's air;

For the accumulation of our wealth in love's affairs;

to breed another breath of desire's stay in tomorrow's

air; to breathe in the dust of summer's heat, and to

lie naked with her; in the afterlife, as lovers do

Cold flares rise up and cleanse our bedsheets; and cotton

rolls reminisce with us the patent of love's lost flame

The tingling in my limbs subsides; and cool enough for

frost, the night wind blows against my body; And though

I try to keep her warm; death's grip and hold on her

Is too strong; and she suffers pain as the claws gather her.

Power goes out; all the world is dark, and I feel for

her hand; pressing hard against the sheets, without

gaining knowledge of her whereabouts; it is the promenade

the faithful edge of slowing time, when I shout

And the world can't hear me any longer;

Staples in time's fabric, the cloth of the gods, hanging

limply beside me; it's no use to hollar in the dark,

no one can hear; just the stained cloth of our bed

And I'm transfixed on the beauty of the night as it

surrounds me; and transforms my fears into a dissonant

vision of joyous surrender; it is calm, not bloody

Like the poets of the ancient scripts would make;

A dismal but beauteous feather gliding on the wind.

The translucence of the soul, as it gathers in its

bright purity; and shines across the blackness of the

night's reflective surface; I capture her in time

and feed her body to the moon, against a disparity

of feelings I have felt for her;

It echoes, across the surface of my mind

Feelings fought, subliminal anticipation for the crowd

to gather in; dry blood, almost pouring in among the

waters;

We feed upon her flesh; as sacrifice, and bleed ourselves

Entrance to the chasm of pain and corruption; take me into

you, for I am willing now; take my life and seal it with

the woman I hold now in my arms;

Two bodies with a single fate.

The night, as my contention tells me; will bring fire,

and I drink the works of my hands; sour spilled collage

in glass, another nightmare brought to feed the fire

And I hold up myself to the flames; and bring her in

Undiluted pain reveals her heart; and I divulge my own

with dissonant thunder, a reconciliation in drugs and

laughter; the point at which perception doesn't hold

Real life, destined to be bought and sold as commodity;

drink the paint of my perception; and reel in the intoxication

Lovers left out in the cold; playing farm hand; playing the liar.

Decrease in forms and substance; and an increase in

intoxication of the mind; one blue moon rising, after

the tide has disappeared leaves me wanting nothing

more than to subdue my lover beneath the ocean

And in this mist of the morning sea; spread out

We exchange hands, and hourglasses; separating time

from matter; what matters more is the ebb and flow

An exchange of body fluids, trapped within a lover's

dew; we trade our poison, and press our bodies

closer; into the midst of passion and receive;

One kiss blown over the next; like the waves of the sea.

We leak into the well of tears; and fall, into the damp

clay that surrounds us; we try to dry our eyes, but there's

no cloth; no infrastructure for pausing our untimely sorrow

And if we could only reach the top; and crawl to safety,

But there's no hold to reach onto; only slippery surface

of the well's walls; And so I grip my lover tightly,

as the cave collapses in on us; a brave but heartless

hold she gives me; and I sink

Further into blackness, I drop; and the waters carry me

Onward into the bleak night's passage, where the birds

don't call and where the wings don't beat; here within

the confines of brick placed on brick unto infinity;

She holds me under; while I gather in my death.

In this edition; covered with the filth of my design;

I will write to you of the Pleiades; and the sun

and moon; and cover it up with more of my desires;

Love me.

A trickle in the well as feeling swells into being;

and the motion of the tides sting my reason and hold

me under; emotion drains what little is left of my

remains; and I carry out the pieces of my melody

The truth of all things is that in simplistic seasons

nothing has changed but who we are; and how we look

out at the world; when all phases of the moon have

completed course; we ride the tide's thunder

Passing ourselves off as fragrance in an unscented room.

The world is a mess with chaos and consumption; a flicker

of a light burnt out just yesterday; too much to embrace,

with all her radiant arms shining out like forest fires

in the dark;

And I make my case; and I study, in the hard steel walls

Entranced with fluid body mass; shaken and stirred up

through the elemental field; awash with sundown as my

dress; a coat of stars to shimmer in the night

Pick me, I am a flower;

Frozen in the grasses of a contemporary heartache;

I see pain, and the rain and thunder of the hour;

washing down; washing under and over me; caressing my

sores and shaking loose the leaves;

I am the wind; and I will carry you to death's door.

Your shrunken body; and your effortless way with words;

sleek black hair and perfect aesthetic form; enough to

please my hungry eyes; and you take shape in the grasses

before my feet; take plenty, and eat

I will not devoid your life; or take it for granted

Only stay with me a while; until we're full and satiated,

please me in the grasses; where we'll make love beneath

the stars, as they pour down their love over and upon us

And to the summer walks; within the night's crisp air,

we'll exchange ideas; monotonous tones of geographic

coordinates; it doesn't matter what we say; it's how

I feel in your company

It is the strange summer mist, washing over us.

When another dry spell rained down on us; and the grass

began to blaze, and you set the fires intentionally

I caught you breathing in the backlights; caught you

letting down your hair, and when the fragrance spun;

and the motion of the twister turned; I found myself

Wondering why I'd been here all along; why I was

not in bed; breathing down someone else's neck

Hurting and praying; believing in something that

matters to me; instead I'm fixing your mess; taking

pains to make you feel your best

Erasing all the secrets you've spun between our heads;

Will faith conceal your shame and mine; against an

eternity's flames and fire; or have we built the vault

which will hold us in through the end of time?

Buried in the rock below the stream; she's been buried

for ten years now, and I can't find the peace of mind;

to open her up from the inside, the locket's snare

and a heart subsides through love's required alibi;

and she stares. And she stares;

Closing the fortress with my slow hands moving; and I

don't change my heart; she keeps me coming while I listen

slowly to the changing of her heart; and she says

The innocents have taken the snowy hill; they've breathed

Breath into a dying space and can take it hostage again;

and she stares; and the grapes of wrath have eased our

passage as we plough through the night's wind; taking slowly,

I am taking coldly everyone's dark grins; And she stares;

And she stares.

Your burning wheels; set out on the road to perdition;

and when the rain comes, you'll make rows of fire in

the fields of our aspiring love; trapse through tomorrow's

summer night, and hold the candle's vigil, and stay the

night in my bed; below the canopy

The dust won't settle until we've settled scores;

And I want you all the more for your insatiable thirst

for blood; it makes me hungry for your love, to treat

the cylinders with care before you've broken them

Braised with the feelings of lust; and burnt into love's

abandonment; the cross-hatching upon your wrists; the

bloody articles of clothing, the stain of love's conquest

Purchased on a motor bike; and bruised with silent cuts.

The sores upon my wrist; as I divulge the deeper secrets

of my soul to you, in handing out my judgement's form;

I take notice and instill my sense of sadness upon your

eyes; as if from a distance I could affect you

Hurry up and take this subtle medicine; it will drive

The thoughts of suicide away; and leave you blameless

transfixed and transformed, before the eyes of God;

And when the resurrection of ourselves rises in our midst,

We'll face the threads of angels as they sweep through;

And every eye shall see him, even those who pierced him;

the revelation is the last step in this ode to consequences;

but for the beginning and the transmutation of your soul;

Swallow whole; and let the world fix its eye upon you.

The difference is; in your eyes, and the way they make my

soul to shine; how sadly this fever lets me go, into

the arms of temptation; and against everything we've ever

spoken towards each other; in confidences I've broken

The backwards walk to my apartment; and up the stairs

Leaves me breathless and depleted of my memory; I can't

stay here, but can't go on any longer; it is a mess,

all my life rolled up inside a bottle; and with a breath

sealed and unbroken; for the day you dash it all to pieces

A disassembly of my works; and my constructed realities,

shattered by the bedside in a fit of rage, unfortunate

consequence for keeping secrets beneath my bed;

I hold up a candle to your face, and I see blood; and pain.

Casualties of our transgressive sins; we open up the

door and cast our lot; shading sidewalk in an undiscovered

country, where I blend into the rough edges of our world;

transfixed on time, with patience as my virtue; an untimely

demise of shattered brick, cast upon our walk

And I see plainly how the angels move; in heaven's array

Such a lofty goal to be one of them; so high and untouchable

making war, taking prayers for deliverance to God; and

razing cities to the ground because of sodomy and sin;

I couldn't fly, as angels do; I wouldn't find comfort

But I could swim, beneath an ocean tide; taking baths

each day in the spring beneath the waterfall; and making

love to strangers as they approach me with their lusty eyes.

We consume ourselves, within the fires of our passion;

reaching out to drink the wine of our intoxication,

slowly slipping away into unconscious thought; dreaming,

As it were said upon the bed; to drink this wine were

Our most sinful act; and to bleed within our sheets as

God has denied us comfort, we make the salted taste

disappear; leaving the luscious fruit of the vine to

caress our gums

It is an urban legend; this God, folded in a book

So we stain ourselves red.

The fold of our contempt; brought on by rage and dissonance,

the fury forged between two lovers; as the silence rings

And in the sky, a field of diamonds; spotted by the sun

Our holy matrimony; fused with fire, and blood.

And stained with the resonance of our forgotten speech;

closed off in a categorical obscenity; sainted with fire,

and with the ashes of the unclean; a new testament's

resolve, a broken wish

Florid inspiration, sentenced to eternal damnation; with a

spray of salt water and an epitaph's conjecture on the

destination of the soul; your books were made to be burned.

The threads of fire, burning inside of me; this lustful

energy of desire, placed within a cup of ink and skewed;

Decision-based algorithmic entertainment; with a body

Of a whore in silk stockings; dressed for the recovery

of data belonging to my inmost fears; regrets and fantasies

And while I purge the silken stockings from my mind; and

bleed a bitter spill of arrested thought; the mind closes

in upon itself, in daydream; crossed in thought and awakened

To the contemporary mind of the masters;

Awakened to play the symphony of God's creation; in tandem

with the divulgence of my sins; an entombment, crossed out

epitaph of my ungodliness; and my deranged interpretation

Of my own interanlized requirements for salvation.

The rows are red; and in my box there lies a wilted flower;

the blooming of our lies, and their deceit grows death, and

in my place upon the hill I cry; as her measure has passed

beyond and into the grave,

A swollen lip and temper, sings me softly into daydreams

Of her touch, and of her luster; the red lips that made my

heart to blossom;

I can deny my insanity, and I can forgive her blank stare;

as she left me to thrash against an uncaring mother of a

world; and break to pieces each and every simple joy

Because of my obsession; and my misery

Causality's substructure, and the openness of the windows

to the yard; where death blows substance and chaos

Consumes my heart.

Your moisture as it sits upon the skin; swollen and full

of morning's dew, as if the day's breaking had collapsed

the winds and left them howling; such a perfect lie

To tell me, how you've written to the forest on your paper pad;

And said the things you couldn't voice to me; about the willingness

of your forgotten mother to abandon you; as she did me as well,

I wish we could go on and draw contemporary fire; I wish that

You would stay and draw contemporary scorn upon this house

And when the fall comes; and the rocks above us shatter all our dreams,

we could pick up the pieces as we gaze upon destruction's ire; we could

scrape against the remains until what's left comes falling down

And then we'll drown ourselves within the lake we've left to swim in,

In cool words; passed upon the evening's clouds.

The signpost ; a reminder of our intoxicating fill of love;

a sentence, to die and to remain unbroken; within the bounds

of law, to be restrained; and filled with passionate lust,

and to crave the world and its innocence;

Thirst for that which does not replenish; a violent game

Of cat, mouse and I am the lizard king; the vain, methodic

prick upon the finger's tip; I seize what is mine, and blow

to the winds my will and my everything; watching it dissipate

The mind sees all and everything; and when it goes; we wait.

We'll wait the storm out; and see its passage, through

the spell of rain, we'll let our hearing clarify our

sight; and speak to the shadows' remains; as if the old

Were being transferred into new breath; and new life

For our rediscovery, and our kindled interest; and we'll

go out like watered flame, into the wild unknown origins

of space and time; to regain a sense of consciousness

Proceed into the past assembly of our gods; one span

of unremembered silk, stretched thin and caught aflame;

Into this indirection, we'll stamp out the forest and

the field; leave only a disenchanted place

For the ancient of days to sit and smoke his pipe.

Tomorrow's blatant sun; coming in to rest upon the clouds,

while in the forest grove; there lays a stranger we both know,

who feels contempt for God and all His angels;

He is the slithering serpent; pronounced upon the storm's

Arrival; drowning in the flames of the earth, drowning in

deceit and treachery; he claims the underpinnings of liars

With sweet delicacy; forces swell within me, within my womb

And I am to burst; God help me, and my child;

To be delivered without father, my only sore upon my skin

will create a schism; and fear.

The field in flux; transferred to a state of indecision;

constructed reality worn thin and bleeding; I can feel

her pulse as she slowly wakens from beneath the sheets;

Her arms are cold, and I penetrate her with a puncture

A small needle, and its syringe; drawing out a bit of

ecstasy; pure blood

And with the cold flat of her arm extended

I take a kiss; enraptured by a hint of her perfume,

and she's dressed like a golden sculpted goddess;

Wrapped in silk.

And I set foot within her haunted chamber after dark,

and see the goddess clothed in nothing but her skin;

And angels lap at her blood; as she laughs.

An ocean's mist; sprayed out upon our legs as we bathe;

sprayed between our legs as we lay facedown in the sea,

And I try as hard as I can, to fill this gaping hole

inside of me; dressed in the most beautiful summer

dress I could find; for my lover's eyes

And she sees me; and she walks away; my heart drops

And my swollen belly betrays me; I see into her eyes

as she disappears, and I crave the formal misunderstandings

of our servitude; and her caresses and her cares;

Her watchful eyes, pouring over me; but I can't find

her in this experiential flood of obsessive highs;

It is the beginning of a dark, depressive stain

upon the mind.

Changes happen; and with a twist we are forsaken and

forgotten; by the ones we care about; our lovers leave

And in a spell, broken by the midnight ring;

We find ourselves alone; in the uncaring darkness of a

long night and a lonely world;

It explains the mysteries of God;

Our lives are temples of pain, sacrifice is but an echo

and a shield to capture in our lust and our submission;

When wounded cries echo in surrounding hills, when bleeding

eyes retain a hint of purity; I surmise it is the beginning

of suffering, take comfort that the worst is yet to pass;

Hold on, love; this is our lonely path to self destruction.

Where are you hiding?

And to the fields I call; and far into the hills,

where wildlife wanders through; and to the bleeding

edges of the sea; where the moist lips of the ocean

Suckle.

And upon the wind which bears my breath, I howl;

it isn't long before the cavity of my mouth dries up;

In this denial, you'll find me not-so-innocently

waiting at your door; purchased, as a proud and

lofty sailor just come home; to rest,

But there's no rest in your bed; it is a bare and

lonely place.

Where are you now; after the long corrupting winds

have blown us under; beneath the ocean's waves,

And the rising tide grows thick with blood;

I want to capture you; here at the edge of the sea;

within my nets again, within the strong filaments,

and pull you up; and raise you to the pinnacle,

Bury all the others, which forced you under; to pull

you out against the current

And set sail for the distant shores we had imagined

in our sleep; beneath the bedsheets; entangled in

each other's arms,

Let me hold onto you a while longer; before the ocean

escapes my grasp, and I'm left with a dry and empty desert.

Without any cause; without the combustion of a star to see by;

without your hand to guide me home; I'm lost, down and out with

no place left to turn; the cold is my surrounding fire

And I blame myself for letting you turn away;

The small finger, as it twitched to tell your indecision;

yet I drained myself of love long before

And in hopes that you'll pass through that door; as undisturbed

and whole; I pray, but prayers have long since left me unbelieving;

The whole mess of God and love; sacrifice and idolatry

Leaves something to be desired; and I desire you more than anything,

I churn words; fumble over them in thought and in praise; I stare

at the temple of my books; raised up in glory;

But what good are words; what worth, they are like the rust on an

automobile; chips of dirty metal;

Your love is worth all of these and more, combined.

The fire, combined with a bit of ashes from the flame;

and your perfume blasted into the fire like dragon's

breath; the fumes are toxic and nauseous;

And I love every moment of this sacrificial rite

When two bodies; separated by the ocean's rift collide;

and the hearts contained within are filled with lust,

what arises is the two-toned air of sweet and bitter dust

And I feel every ounce of this for you;

Let us collide into a crimson sea and birth a moment's laughter;

and fall upon each other's naked bodies in the ocean's waves

And bring into each other's lives a harmony and peace.

The rift in our world; the rift in time's continuum, and I

enter where you had gone before; I take my turn in the style

closing off the world to my mind; letting the bleeding

fossil fuels fuel night's begotten ride;

And scratch my way from my seat to the exit of this parade;

To find it locked from without; no sign of opening ;

so is this hell; a demon in a clown costume; is this,

hell; my own personal pursuit of a woman with a superstructure

I've been dying to get underneath; to understand her

tickings

It is a revelation of a sad mess; broken down in chunks of

pure and perfect red; everything becomes red if you scrutinize

it hard enough; everything becomes pure and whole and unbroken

If you look the proper way.

The pounding beneath my feet; as if she's locked deep

in the dungeons of my mind; and holding onto my dissemination

of truth and lie; a quarry of my essence being sapped

away from me as I move into the sky; and peel the strings

Away; into the wild blue where if I could bring her

Everything would close up and heal, yet I can't bring her

to bear within this world's sentence; she doesn't hold

water, flat and ugly and bare

And the birds are chirping, and the trees blow freely

in the wind; yet she's trapped beneath me; in the dungeons

Competing for the only remainder of my kiss;

The winds fold in, and the sea closes up; and all that is left

is our bodies intermixed with psychotic laughter.

What the world holds for us; what it holds for you,

when deep inside our bed it begins to grow lonely;

A perfect place, walk me to a perfect isolation

So I can go under; take myself into a new denial

of self; to hold my breath and cower at the psychadelic

stream of consciousness that flows within my bones;

Let me purify us, together through the chaos in the clouds

We'll wreathe a ring of magic into motion, simplify

the ones who pass down; into almost nothing, we'll

break love's submissive trance and walk the waters

at the edge of time; as holographs;

And when the moment of our final day has come,

we'll rise again and be forever young; bleeding out

our feverish tears as we walk again; reconstructed

And without pain to break us into pieces.

We break to pieces; shattered bits of lovers, broken

by the flames of unquenched desires; held loosely

together without any hopes of satisfying their lust;

Two steps in the darkness; holding hands tightly

We come to grips with reality's bindings; and pierce

our skin in hopes the pain will break our will to

linger in this plane of mere existence; we look for

mirth's embrace, without hesitation;

Seeking other paths; but always coming back

It is the slow and tedious realization that nothing holds

past this infatuation; this steady sin of a lover's mess

And go; we travel together in a pact of digression;

wondering loudly how we've come to this embrace.

In this obsession; the clear blue lines of contemplative

obsession; transfixed on your body, the lines of your face

the movement you make with your hips when you walk;

I'm shy of getting off at the way you move,

But in my deeper unconscious I can hear the wind shake

the leaves; it rustles something deep within me,

So when I ask you to hold back; take slower bites,

let yourself slow down in motion's filming frames;

And I don't think it's purely aesthetic; I am infatuated;

Rise and take me in your arms, draw me into you like

a drop of blood in a bath; consume me as I enter you;

And when the walls begin to shake, and the forest glade

begins to loose its leaves; it's not the wind

It is the sentiment shared between us that moves.

Your distant cough; heard upon this shore, where the waves

crash endlessly it seems; I come upon a ship, sailing west

And see your form; and see you, draped in moonlight

The color of your skin and the dark bath of night surrounding

you as you walk; take me. Approach me, and take me in your arms

But there is no appeal in this place; in hell's ever after;

No statement can be made to change your mind, it is the long

imprisonment of the soul that keeps us chained to the shore;

And so I bake sand castles in the sun; and watch the water

ebb and flow; I swim sometimes, and eat the fruit of the island

It's not enough to live without you;

Paradise is a plane of no escape.

The night's effects upon my depressive feelings; you don't

have to say a word, I know; and it's true, everything you

could have thought; I've come to this place of my own accord

And now I want to shelter you in my madness;

Take part with me in this obsession; break the part of you

that keeps us apart, let's dissolve the distance to our

dissonant embrace;

Feel me up; and down, I've nothing to hide from you

Each sweated drop is yours, every ounce of unbled blood;

to shatter in the darkness as you will; or press whole

out of me; each story of my subconscious mind's array

Bloody drops, and silken strands to play the music of my soul.

The mass in our production; a seeming grace in love's

affairs so subtle; yet so sublime a thing, poured out

in the waking hours of our desire's full purge

Pressed against destiny's ill intent

We place a marker upon what will be our grave, when

feelings are purged completely; and the understanding

given that this will not end well,

Homeward bound; and bound to each other's wills, letting

go the frivolity of life; and dousing ourselves in its

succulent attire; we pray, to let life treat us badly

if it should mean a happy ending; we pray to be persecuted

And bled out in the end.

When the story ends; and the storybook closes up, and all

our lives were spent living others; how I dreamed so sweetly

of your voice within my sheets; and spoke into the void

Hoping that a word would get to you; one small,

Unfettered word; broken from the whole of its perfect structure

and gone into the valley of darkness where the sea foam

captures every wave that comes into shore;

So sore, my eyes; from staring out into the sun

Hoping for a semblance of your form to come; to free me of my

misery, as if this one perceptual construction could make me

free at last; it is in vain, all of it

There is no dented sky to unravel; it is a holocaust

And breathing in the words of your lies, I reach into the deep

blue sea and force myself a well to hide within.

A smile crosses my lips when I think of you; and diamond

stars shine brightly when I look into your eyes; each facet

overwhelming the senses, and I can't distinguish the day

from the night; how everything seems so complete

And I take a break from insanity's hold; keep the stars

Collected in my fold of cloth beneath me, and let the

silhouette of myself collude with the demons of my dreams;

They let the summer air burn slow; and remind me of my

unforgotten lover, and how she used to play the role so well;

Drunken on infatuation and simmered skin; broken by the

well I used to draw from; conceived beauty placed upon

my inmost fettered self; the unconsciousness of mind,

Shattered bits of memory, with a craving for destruction.

The stars collect; and in your blood is mercury, and a toxic

drop of love; to shed our tears would not be enough, so we

both poison each other's drink; and stay the night into

Mourning; when the cylinders spin and raise us

From the death we've both attained; trying to flee this grip

reality has held upon us; we've both spoken to the darkness,

in our pledge to become one with it; and holding out our hands,

We splice our sins.

And makeshift manacles, which can hold us to our bondage; in the

dark cellar where we are; adrift and dreaming, and intoxicated

with love's affair; purging our lives and our constructed self,

We mend a sentence to each other; and form the same words,

spilling out like black blood.

The totem lies.

With its foul, corruptive skin; it disembodies me; strips me bare

and blames me; for each disruptive stain I've shed upon myself,

and it burns my blood to ashes; until I realize my sins are not

my own; they are shared swaths, buried deep between lovers;

So can I redeem myself; can I regain the pieces of my mind;

This stem of soul's interrupted state; can it be penalized,

for two bodies clashing like wild animals; desire's stain

Or will I breathe easy; knowing it was all done without intention;

we fell, we were not pushing; we fell in love, without a hint

of leading passion; we were designed to roam

Until gravity set in; and we fell

Deeply into grips of passion, love, and pain.

A piece of pain, regarded for my shallowness of self;

I've opened up to her, but still it's not enough;

she wants to delve deeper into my mnemonic isolation

She wants to hold my hand as I go under;

And for this feeling, this breath of death's divide;

with unconsciousness wearing against the seams of the mind;

and her fuel, that of the cold, uncaring wind that blows;

She isolates and purges me, like from a dream;

And the sentence that was passed is made complete; the door

unlocks and its hinges move the thing; and she unlocks me

as I go under and beneath ;

And takes advantage of my steady rhythm of the heart.

I've no fluidity of sound within my ears; I can hear voices

playing; but they are all obstructed, dissonant remainders

of my own subconscious mind; playing tricks

What worries me is your silence; shouting pains of absence

Of a sound; resounding as it plays; the moisture licks at

my face, and I see strange melodic pieces of your form

A dancing siren; spoken in the evening's mist

Too melancholic for laughter, and too obscene to cry; the

bared breasts and overexposure to her innocence; I lie

in bed, dreaming of your form; nestled against my own,

And as I come; the lightning plays a symphony, outside

with echoes on the bedroom wall.

This is tomorrow's silent night; as it plays out through

a steady stream of unconscious thought; preparation for

the coming scenes and scores of unmanageable dreams;

Tomorrow then comes, without warning; this time the rehearsal

was too much for reality's attire; so broken shards of everyday

in immortality arise; the perfect sun shines

And our thoughts are broken; as matter

Does; and stepped upon before the stage could collect our

whispers of intellectual resolve; we carry on

And on; as though nothing of pure perfection could arise;

as though this dream we had could not materialize; as though

In reality the hard fact is to know that nothing serene; can grow

between these walls of silver glass.

With the flames capturing my every thought; turning my

mind to mush; and delivering up the essence of a poem;

Style wears thin and bleeds through; the mark of a man

Captured without questioning and executed; raw style

goes uncompromised, without the punishment of a saint;

It's the serrated knife that bites my flesh; it is the

cold encapsulation of my breath; and a dietary pill

Downed without sustenance;

And when the freezing wind suffers me to call, and when

her heartbeat echoes against the frozen walls of night;

I watch in thirst as she performs her trickery;

Upon the walls, in shadow play she forces my hand.

Intoxicating perfume; smells I can't place my finger on,

but at the tip of my tongue, as it surrounds your voice;

it can be made to silence my heart; as though I'd strummed

the wrong chord and caused a dissonance

For your appeal to take the form of God's right hand;

And cast judgment on me; a bed of nails with outstretched

arm to harm my lifeless form; with fire and mercury; and blood

The dissonance of my corruption echoes on;

And in the caverns of my youth, as I escape the drama of our

endless night; stretched out upon your bed and crying,

I take this woven book of literature, and tuck it neatly

between my legs; and issue forth the fountain of my first blood

Fissured sentimentality; a cold look, and a nasty undertone

of emotion; when you broke up my heart into its fragmented form,

and stuttered in the dark, as an echo of my former love;

Beautified transfiguration; dark and lovely dream

We walk, not hand in hand; but my hand is ready, to drift and

seize any opportunity of celibate love; instead, I scream and

host my heart upon the wind; and dream, only a departing sigh

Your energy, holds me transfixed; your heart is in its chamber;

High and lofty, without proper discourse to discover its true

meaning; without you, without the pains that bring us closer

Without your emotions tapped into and turned on

I write down in the pages of my diary; this loveless night

of pure perfection.

The fore; beyond our bleeding sky, where tunnels hole up

and wait for the sin's salvation to enter in the depths

Your heroic pulse fades as summer closes to an end;

Free fire, dawn's brigade; and the simple testament to sun's

phases changing the course of humankind; we writhe as if

the shadows could reach, and we stain our beds with sin;

Two nights left beyond the wall; two nights of concentration,

peering into the deep, dark nothingness of space; one more

breath, to be released by fire;

And the cold comes rushing;

Into our veins, into our minds; we writhe as if the shadows....

Where the shadows end; and truth begins its parade; in cyclo-

spheric epistemology; the fruit decays, and bitter blood begins

to seep into the representational sphere; ice water pours

down my throat and dissolves the pill

A bitter pill of love; and lust combined

Marking our second anniversary; in perfect time, a tragedy

of isotropic dimension; a sported sort of love, combined with

irresoluteness and a featureless framework

Our homogenized and centric nervousness deviates

Your call, and my admonishment; spoiled served tomatoes;

dipped in our infatuation, a steel curve sweeping

Through our dense, chaotic framework; peeling back

Layers of our reality.

The sounds of lovemaking; and the warm, wet glance of sun over

the horizon's edge; entanglement, and my alert at what's forsaken

me; I try my best to capture you in the long folds of my dress

Ensconced in dreams that foretell my inevitable doom;

The highway's road to hell, where the foresaken fall; and I travel

on without your hand in mine; blowing misdirected kisses to the

wind; and as we fall; both in separate forms and with separate

measures; nothing you could say would break my trust

I am forever yours; despite the gravity which has pursued us;

And in this graph of motion; in this contemplative course of our

fair lust; as happenstance would have, and doom's delight;

We take a pair of locusts; wrap them in cheesecloth;

And carry them into our destructive spin.

Deep in dreams; and deeper yet in the unconsciousness of being;

one small hold upon my mind echoes outward; it is her voice,

traveling far into my deepest caverns of my mind; and what I see

as plain as day, is her perfect figure; opened up and scarred

Serene beauty, picked apart by fire; and tempered

By the steel winds of destruction; I hold her breath inside me,

and chase away the flavor of a reticent mind; too consumed with

pain to speak freely; and so I gain her trust, again

And bar the doors that hold us in; we change clothes for the

season, and ensue; our severed heads work their magic; and

the winds change course;

Following us back are two temptresses; one for each of us,

as we consider the biting possibility of love without death

Desire without pain; and we both will fold our sheets

and give them up.

Too tempered for the march; and too concerned with the war,

to follow me over into the dark; and hold me captive for a while;

She plays in dithered secrets while our love stays in a state

of disrepair, our long unbroken lines of lasting sentiments;

wasted on the prayers to an empty sky; wasted on deceit and

my transfixed measure of her worth;

And into the sky, I liken her my prize; if it were such a mellow

night to have a simple breeze come claim me from my death;

But it's a complicated mess; and there's no time for wailing

into the great beyond; there is barely enough time for

mourning wafers to be passed

But she won't take her fill of sacrificial bread; and she won't

drink the wine; our bodies are dissonant; and mine is craving

Passion's bread and fornication's summer;

While she walks by; without a second thought for who I am.

While we exist in the sea of a melting sun; and pour our

blood into its pool, and take the night's messenger into

our fold; to hang him

Because of the visions he has given us; and because God

Has chosen only one as our redeemer, so we pour brightly

colored paint into his eyes; set him free for a short time,

Freeze the madness that comes spewing from his lips; as it

were a toxic summary of our decay as a species; and as

lovers, swelling in the endless fire;

And her eyes sink into my eyes; as we hold each other tightly,

swelling up with fear, and our own madness intermixed;

It is a short line between the ropes of chaos and matter;

and her lips bleed endless amounts of matter into my pool;

And we scratch the surface of the night; leave the crumbs

and keep the beauteous embers of our flame.

A clash with the consumption of our subconsciousness;

the bowls of incense that were passed through generations

for this day; my noncomittal pose, and my non-committment;

Purposefully I stray about the edges of the outside, and

as does she; purposefully we pose naked with each other

in our chamber; with closed doors and contemplative grins

And the chaos sees us; hears us, knows us; and we fall

Heaven help us all; the world is in ruins and a denial of

her beauty sounds out; she is the cornerstone, and the web

which weaves through every one of us; Dark days are coming,

And she will bear us witness; she will bear the fruit

which sows destruction; and pain, with a hint of peace;

She will be deranged; and mad.

The madness we both feel; trapped within our skins, beneath

the lower surface of our minds; a poison flood of sanctuary

From the brutal winds of reality's affair;

I cast myself into the pool; drowning in the flood, pull me

out; but not too far, I've distance to acquire; she comforts

me while stretched thin within her own absconded sins; stretching

out to meet me where the lovers quarrel; and here, within the plain

uncertain shallowness of breath

We reap in the harvest of our worth; and play in destiny's pool

My future; as it pertains to the present where I am trapped

like frozen water droplets; stuck in time, the future is a bright

methodic flame; pillaging the remainder of my sanity

A cord slips, and salt begins to pour; our hourglass of the

apocalyptic scourge, set in motion; and harmony is a small

word to use for such a substance as these;

The molten chemicals let loose and freed.

We feel the tug and pull; issuing us underneath the sea,

to where our dreams lie in pieces; shattered shards of

amber, and where destruction lies; correcting flame's

denial; Her other half raised and thinly bent about the

unconsciousness of her mind

And when I tug, at her; through paper sheets

Filled with the writings of my dreams; with innocent

soliloquys scripted in ash; but she won't wake, she is

lost within the bounds of her unconscious mind;

So when I drink from her veins; she doesn't wake to feel

the puncture; and when I scrape her nails clean of dirt

She only moves a moment; she is truly lost within her

world; as if drugged, and this would be the perfect time

To subdue her; while she rests, and while I'm wide awake.

Perhaps a sheet above us; and a bed below, could ease our

fears pertaining to the night; let love dance its serene

description of the heart; and glorify our passion as we move;

Through heated symphony; and despair's surrounding doom,

to travel through the midst of an impotent summer; and winter's

Long nights should feed us little serenity; how we captivate

ourselves in this entrancing sound; the sound of the wind at

our door and our breath whispered in each other's ear,

How we breathe through the distance during nights alone; without

the discourse of our faces to seek an epistle of faith

Two lonesome doves; reaping in the calories of denied ecstasy;

fat on loneliness, and empty of the truth of our intimate exchange.

When I feel this way, when the stars within me collide;

and cause a cluster of broken matter; and when the damage

done recedes into the winds of space,

I can pronounce her name, as if it were the only word

I'd ever spoken out into the mists; and with my shame,

and my misfortunes; I recede into the pale blue waters,

Deeply dreaming of her lips upon my lips; a kiss held

in perfect form through centuries; a kiss of death's sweet

embrace, locked; without a key, without a code

Encrypted and pressed;

But she has left this mess in me; disheveled shelves of

misery, without a blissful hypnotic trance to enter in

the mind; pain's point of perception; encrypted and pressed.

The crimson flame; blood red.

It heats my morning coffee; and I drink this sacrificial fire,

poisoned symphony of drugs mixed in; it turns my stomach sour;

And the feeling blinds me to the pain,

One layer nested in after another; as the intoxication rises,

keeping me calm; keeping my feelings; my true unfettered feelings

on ice; And I cannot complain

Destiny's child; hungry for the bitterness of youth's attire,

in psychological disarray; in a contemporary crown of fire;

A small, and ordinary child; mixed up with bad intention

Gazes on, at the sleet and the divide between her world

and her lover's unintentional loosing of grip.

In another world; born through flames and the ashes of a

burning sun, nestled in the crevices of life's clinging;

She sings her lonely canticle; and waits

For her lover's grace to bring her into ecstasy; upon a

plate; she dissolves her dinner with a burning flame,

a sacrifice to deaf gods, who do not care about her worldly

outcome; she is in pain

And as a whisper comes, she pours her heart out, hoping;

but it was a hallucinatory silence that passed her by,

The weeping of the willow; in small measure, as it weeps for her;

And the dying plane where she rests her body on, shimmers

in the moonlight; and the fading breath comes and goes;

With heartbeat slow, and methodical; except when the passing

of her lover's scent gives her hold on her reality, but even then;

The reality of things begins to slide her patience into death.

I take the plain and undiluted path to wash her essence out;

but cravings can begin again, and I don't want to rid myself

of our affair; this silken, silent strand of thought devours

My sanity; and I'm left with traces of her within me

With the fear it will consume me; I cast out all my fears

and soak in all the memories of our affair; the slow, methodic

song; intensified by lust and our desire

When the world begins to spin in place; and I'm left vomiting

on the kitchen floor; instead of doubt and dismissal, I have

embraced the pure intoxication of the mind; and she is locked

inside of me; playing echoes on my chamber walls

Sucking out the essence of my soul's corrupted form

And I lay in bed; not sleeping, not dreaming; consumed by

the emptiness of her absence.

We awaken to the morning breeze, and the song of a captive bird;

nestled underneath the bush; she is our sanctimonious unraveling

world; and she can't fly, because we have made her our prisoner

We are each our own prisoner; kept in the discrete surroundings

Of our world, sentenced to die an incomplete death; as life

corrupts and stains our mind, and we can't seize our freedoms

The doctor and the unhappy couple; they are bought and sold,

there is no breath of air to capture the pure gold of the night

wind; it sinks into the skin and makes our bodies frigid; but

there is only tears to strain away the rigidity of life's

endowment; and only love can laugh enough to let us breathe

So this bird; trapped within our care, shakes the dust off

of despair, and sings a sweet melody; for us to hear.

The figures of despair, marched out into the crowd and executed;

within the bounds of my speech, within these shrunken walls of

emotions; I can feel the train coming, running down the tracks;

And I feel the violation of my youth; and innocence

Between my legs; the scoring sounds of inebriated passengers,

hunting for the milk to take them far away; into their mother's

wombs; and I pay travel charge to them, for this series of

Violent assaults against my chamber walls; I hear them rapping

And I surmise it is only the beginning of their purge, resembling

death; in a mask of crow's feathers, they press in on me; one by

one they caw; and they bite, and they scream out their mother's

names; one by one they come inside me as sufficient for the day

And I see rainbows, coming through the clouds; and I see magical

starlight blossom through the pane of glass keeping me from tomorrow's

delights; and I see the withered world inside this cab; keeping me.

When we distill our waters, and make perfect drops; to swell our

burning convalescent skin, and siphon out the sickness of our

minds with psychotropic drugs, to perform madness upon the melancholy

Stature; our form and our physique, static and stayed

Like frozen ice; drops left too cold for fusion; too dense for

our refusal, we could bite but leave no mark upon their surface

Hope and ashes of a distant dream, and we come to realize the true

nature of dreams; impurities of things, seasoned lies and fantasies

Poison for the mind; a delicious cocktail, and sedative for life's

unruly decisions; salted with flames of perdition and the grave

I open up my garments and shed my inner scars; so you can touch

My impurity; and gaze upon my sins.

In the times, we've changed ourselves and let the pathways

of life writhe through us; our consciousness provides only a

sad reminder of what we've left behind; and in the midst

Of a new day; bereft of the shadow of my love

The license to renew our buried flame has become dismantled;

and so I grow tired of the charade of youth's rediscovery,

and plant my feet firmly in the disruption of my cause

Settling into my sin's attire; and burning out like a dead flame

While you see hail on the horizon too; the consumption of our

flesh is coming; and it will rain fire

And ash will mingle with pure blood; our days of sour

Taste; of yearning for the right time, to settle in;

have come, have risen from the mire; to consume us.

With this perfume, sprayed upon the pages of my book; your

scent, your human scent as if it had been scraped from the

bottoms of your feet; in this diary where I write everything

And you contain my pages; inside your mind, still

Even after all we've been through; you could not purge me,

completely; nor have you discovered all my secrets

There is in fantasy, a child; born to the two of us,

and exchanged for our complete separation; two sets of

footprints, buried in the sand; to mark our final speech

And if we go to the plot of land, as if in ceremony

To unearth and dust off the remainder of our sins, perhaps

we can find closure; on the condition that we serve ourselves

tea mixed with honey; and blood.

Our secrets plunge the two of us into disrepair; my world

leaves little left to spill my inner longings into you;

While you let go so easily your misconceptions;

I try to drive a stake between us and fetter in the world

as it were; as if it were the corruption of our sins that

gives us breath, and I remain a little dense to reason

While you give eyes to everything that moves;

And try to understand the inner workings of a world I cannot

comprehend; this moment, in a daze and misinformed malady

of substance and decay; I dream, and I give you my fantasy

You are my perfect wanderer; my dissonant sound in the night

And I give to you my purchase, and my life mixed with myrrh;

and an unsettling of the soul, and an aberration

Wrap me in linens; my naked self, and purge me of my discontentment.

The mystic mind; imbued with a dimension beyond the physical

realm; a hypertension of the strings pulling on reality's

containment; a cold compression of my thoughts

Pressed into the esoteric script written on the walls of a

Gas chamber; fossilized remains of a more barbaric time,

when men warred and women made their weapons;

The tides of time turn, how they change and revolve; become

seductive skins to play out romances, and your eyes make

the perfect scenery; for my transfusion

An article, of your clothing; pressed and folded

Saved in the background of my mind's edge; compressed and held

in memory's containment, a minor factual exchange of cold, hard

Reality; and in a box I keep you held, within my nest I feed you.

Forgotten places, trapped in time; we feel the brief sensation

that we are falling, and I fall into your arms; as if the cold

were separated from the hot; and I might find some comfort in you

But you place me on a pedestal; and unwrap me

My ill-intentions broken out as if they were shards of glass;

and you keep me there; as a study and a course in isolation,

while I dream of your soft eyes; piercing my soul

This indirection feeds my isolation; and the mind wanders

Far into the distant sun, it gazes heatedly; until it is

consumed by the treachery of my own sins; and I begin to realize

There is no God among us; it is only you and I, and this place

hidden from the stars; where we can breathe and laugh and cry.

Silence, and the stillness of the water's breath;

comes encapsulated into a lover's mouth; she swallows

and forgets the waves of earthly injustice;

she rests, and at the peak of her perception

Lies; the cause.

So swollen drops of dew can bring her peace,

and dreams, still unremembered dreams

can captivate her soul

As bitterness dissolves in a sea of milk

and swells deeply in a bowl of rice,

So she persists, and so the dreamer dies.

You were the amusement which kept me hanging on; a fiery

feast of life; and love, which smoldered into ashes;

and then, within the mud I baked a house of bricks and

mortar; to settle into

When you had left me, hanging onto remnants of our past;

I kept you bottled up inside of me; And I craved your

attention like the sapling craves the rain come from the

sky; but in this drought of solitude, I

Became a mess of loneliness and desire; reaching out

For phantoms of the night; reaching out with desirous

grip for any wandering words; but nothing that comes

can satisfy my hunger;

Even the deepest pond proclaims my unwillingness to drink;

It must be by your hands, to quench this dreadful appetite;

it must be by your hands; to fill this strain of emptiness,

And I will drink the toxic flame through your embrace.

The silence of the night, in this contemporary forest; as it

bleeds, and brings an air of solitude; she walks among wolves,

and among thieves as she persists in the continual story of her

birth; the shyness of the birds who swoop beneath her

As she gathers in her kin; and the enlightenment of her

Resistance, as she fades from being; all the world appears to be

vacantly staring at her; and she spreads herself over the pyre

And raises the fire's fumes far overhead; and the glare and glimmer

of it all; as she contains the thoughts and prayers of a multitude

So much grief, and so little time to feed the pain;

As we walk the slow mile into her bed; undress her first, and then

myself; peeling off the layers of our outer skins, naked as we were

When God disrupted our mother's womb; and we were purchased

through the blood of our mother's uterus;

Naked as the night, bleeding in the light of its dying stars.

With first the picking of a rose, she bleeds and scatters her

mind into the wind; it blows this way and that, pretending

to reach the sublime discomfort of her heart;

And in her walking hours, between the dismal silence of her sleep;

she gathers in the fractured parts of herself

Stillness of a bath; and she remembers

Wholly utters the remaining pieces of her language; spilled

out into the water, like blood; and the rose weeps.

Clear consciousness awakens, as she takes her early steps

into the autumn's falling leaves; a bright rainbow sweeps

the meadow where she chooses her bed in the grass;

Tied to the chains of her nightmare's cruelty, she sleeps

For an hour, doused in flames; for an hour captivated by

the embrace of darkness; held hostage in the absence of

her innocence; consumed and corrupted.

And when she wakes; the world has changed.

In bed at night, thinking of you; when I should be sleeping

with closed eyes and dreamful visions; but you surround my thoughts

and bleed into the pores of my intuition's gazing; your memory

pollutes my consciousness; like a toxic field

And I would; if only I could remember your face, and the way

It moves; your hands, and the way they stroked my body; my

impression of you, in the mind is imperfect; and through its

imperfection I think, it makes it all the easier to immerse

Myself into you; to drown in your field, and purge out every

thought that was my own; and wallow in your energy

When I couldn't remember your name; when you hadn't yet existed

in my perception; and everything was crisp, clean edges;

there was no murk among the bottom of the well

I had a sadness about me; it's what you picked up about me

But now it's you; everything about my mind's decaying strain;

exists because of the sanity you took away.

A resurrection of form and beauty; collages made real

through the dissemination of mind's abstract sequences;

A charter, and a plan to carry out our love's desire

Each vestige and each distraction of your diary left open;

page by page, I turn the wheels of your unconscious mind,

letting loose the secrets buried inside of you;

The bell rings, and the tomb is barren; you are my Christ

And I your lonely handmaiden; sitting in the dark, waiting

where have they put my Lady?

Is she in the haunted garden, where they keep the sinners

still; waiting for their judgment; and their jury to decide;

Where has my Lady gone; has she descended into the depths

Of the earth? Where fury swings her sword, and retribution

brings its wrath upon the slaves; it's in her diary,

Kept beneath my pillow; safe and secure.

Every day is a toxic distraction in your memory, every hour;

of every day I'm intoxicated by your smell, left on the sheets of

our bed; and when I wake up, it's the surreal dissatisfaction

Of loneliness; which grips me close to her, it is the absense of

your lies, and the purgery of trust which has contained me

No more openness; no more forgiving arms; and no more deceitful

slumbering; my eyes are opened and my head is bleeding

No more transmissions between us; this is the end of our

mutual exchange; silence now; contains our bitter truths

I will hold onto that which doesn't matter; I'll ride the waves

of misbegotten remedies; and remain a woman built upon the shore,

where waves collapse in on me; and the rain has little measure

I'll remain what I was once, long ago; a simple grain of sand

rolled up on the shore.

Within our respective spheres; within the convoluted mess of

my detachment, I carry your song still; as a whisper in the dark

to let my emotions rise; captive on the wind, they glide

Into the bright night's stars; they seek their place

And echo in the darkness, bleeding love and despair; perching

on the innocence of laughter and tears; I try to hold them in,

to hold them under me; but they are outside of me;

And I no longer contain my heart, it is yours

So do with me what you will; take me freely as you deserve,

there is no sign or presence in me that is not for you;

What the wind blows; is the essence of my heart, and what

the shadows speak at length; is my contained appeal to you

To love me; freely, as I love you; and do not let me come to harm.

Without your lies, to keep me warm in bed at night; and

without your conversation hanging over me; telling me what

I should be thinking, without the deep mess of your hair

to pick through with a brush; I cannot focus, I cannot find

The certainty of mind to carry on completely; Instead

I'm fractured like a large piece of heavy glass; so many

fragments of myself chipped away; with each new scratch

comes a new layer; and the possibility for losing even more

of my heart to them;

And so I let the ocean's tide roll in and on; let the capsule

bearing my message flow out to sea, (she will not find it);

but one can hope; and dream that in the end, the girl gets

everything she wants; or at least a measure of a lesson,

And given back what she deserves;

There are no hopeless unhappy endings, are there; in the

children's fairy tales; where the main character gets

depressed; doesn't go out, and dies a lonely mess?

Where the grass grows thick; and my eyes grow tears, I play

for you my song upon a harp; the sweat upon my brow grows

thick; and even after playing for a year, I haven't still

touched upon how much this feeling burns deep within me

I can't reach out and touch you, the way I long to do

And there's a silent film screening; that I should want to

take you with me to watch, and it plays on; almost in an

endless loop; it plays on

And there's a sadness to it that I can't describe with words

It is the same sadness dwelling deep within me; it is

the burning sensation of the mind as it plays on

So we will settle down, on different ends of the same world,

And you will find your peace with God while I'm left to

self-destructive thoughts; and I must let you go, in the end;

I must swallow this madness as a pill; and breathe in the fumes.

We played inside the attic when the house came tumbling down;

and in the rubble, beneath the stairs; in the center of the

house; we were caught, together caught between two pillars

And as the smoke began to rise; and the end of the world

Flashed brightly in our eyes; so we recalled the schism of

our thoughts concerning God; concerning the emptiness of being

And I provoked you. I took your opposite stance, and I set

your beliefs within the mud; I shook them with my own

Profession, of faith; and called you a liar, and craved

you to take back your words; but as we held onto our

madness in this insanity of collapsing structures;

I took you in my arms, and I sang.

And when the morning rose and you were gone from me;

I wondered why I was left standing in the middle of ruins.

And so we find ourselves trapped; heartbroken on my end of

the line; and you can't stay to keep me company, as the

darkness rolls in; and I can't breathe anymore

Fury descends like a cold wave; crossing the end of

My innocence, I take what I can and breathe in the rest;

drowning in the fires of my own mistakes; surrounded by

the longings I have held deep within my body

And when they capture me; and kill off the rest of my

Childhood fantasies; of love, and of fear; total regret,

I say my prayers to you. But you can't hear; you're stuck

in your own indecision; so I swell with the prayers of tears

Everyone can face their shadow; but who can turn back the

clock, I would stow away the darkness; and dig my own plot

if it meant I could belong next to you;

In the forest beyond this world.

At the edge of a still, blue water; where demons play

and I go swimming when the lights go out; and she comes to me,

wrapped in ivory cloth; whispering of youth's serenity;

I stand at the edge, and bleed; letting the blood drop in

And make my wishes and my wants known; I sing it to the stars,

for comfort from my fears; this sacred lullaby; drops of silk

Splashed into the water; and when it's dark, and I can't find my

way; the demons wrestle with my upturned mind, and say

their incantations; semaphores and sugar-coated lies

To rust; and into sacred sleep, where we both listen to the

cradling of the stars; as their goodnight calls down, upon the

earth; and works a dissonance between these dithered lies

Once, upon a time; when it had ended and the whole world

dealt a bitter deal with the devil; once, when innocence

was torn away from the beauty of a young girl.

Once, when I dreamed I was an angel; and I was ripped to pieces.

The fuel was spent long ago, and in this time between our

opening of hearts; and the closing off of your embrace,

I wonder what the staples of love could really have torn off

A piece of me; embedded in this blinking of the eyes

Thought purchased on a whim; rematerialized as sentences and

structures, to be contained within foul moods; dissonant

remainders of our sleep; and I can see the ending clearly

A foul moon, with bitterness as its embrace; clearly

Marking the end of our discovery; our paths have worn the

distance of our dreams, and fallen short of isolation;

they purge the hands of love's last stand

As we sink into the pool; mine marked as heavy waters

To drink; to sink into the depths of the unconscious, and

there to find the emblem of my past; my mark, stretched

and bloated in the rhythms of the sea.

The sea is full of our lonely sentiments; and I wish I could

enrapture you with my words; and pour them over you, like water

from the sea; within an ocean's tide, and let you dream my

mind's mistakes and longings; let passion

Proceed within the intakes of your valves; this toxic matter

Of my inebriation, rustled and remarked upon in the midnight

flares; for it makes sense to share the thoughts of my intoxication

With warmer-weather wanderers than you; who talk and talk,

without obsessive sorrows pouring through; who walk the moment's

passage without getting wet; where water leaks,

I think to dry my eyes one day; but in the shadow

Of your breast, and in the serene silence of your pools; like fire

to drink the substantial matter of your birthplace; and dream,

in passionate collected thoughts; of your obsessive song.

In the devil's dream, where I am gliding on the wind;

into despair and hopelessness; I strive to become one

with the breeze, but as I fall; even as light as a feather

The distance shrinks, into my destination I am thrown

With bitter tears, and a face full of scorn; no pity lies

in waiting, only death; And I will arrive in pieces,

Torn apart by howling winds, and unclean message,

bottled up; and corked

And placed beneath the pillow of my lover, without consent

To ring in place, and deliver; our centuries of pain,

at misconception's hollow thumb; to ring around the meadow's

patch of barren dirt;

In disbelief of what could be contained within my womb,

I carry to completion, and delivery.

The virgin daughter of an inconsistent flame, burning on the

toxic fuel of people's dark melodies; a poignant intoxication

Of the mind; in her distress, and the collapsing of the fire

As broom sweeps away her sadness, and in her life's breath;

she wanders disparagingly against the grain; fighting with

her ordained role as a lover; as a mother, as a child

Too old to not know better; her coming of age was not

A little ceremony in the dark; she was not deprived,

she held her hand out to another but withdrew it out of

Malice, and out of spite; the whole of every drop of blood

which flows throughout her veins was given up;

Yet she withdrew her shower, in a bath of blood; and forced

the welcome hands of travelers to take her in without sin's

complementary embrace.

The blood grows thin; as if to wash away in a sea of isolation;

to purge my thoughts, and swallow up my dreams; reason has

called me by my name; and I can scatter this whole world

Into the sea, drowning out my miseries and my ill conceptualizations

Design and place this message in the pyre; it will be a closed-

casket when all is said and done; and when my mind has made

its promises; to keep you close at hand, and milk

The shadows for their innocences they have consumed; and I will

break and shatter the glasses of my youth, too much contained

within their mouths; too much of me espoused by their lips

I will hold your hand now, and let drip the poison of our desire;

Let spill the consequences of our love, in this last hour;

before our death, and our consumption by the flame; by love's

breath and innocence's remainder;

We'll dance across a sea of fire; and douse the coals of lust.

If rust could save me from this downward drift; I would cling

to our forgotten love, and while we drift, would tear my skin

And let the blood run freely on; toward hell's remaining paradise

Stitched closed and forgotten home; where we first met, in the

hour of my deepest lust; and you denied me sustenance, while

I grew thirsty; enough to upset the caverns where we sheltered

Purest toxin; contamination built for ingestion

And I drank as much as I could stomach; and offered up the rest

as sacrilegious wine; poured out for an eternity of suffering

And while the walking dead devour the innocent; and while

rings of flame resound about our home, I break the pendant

that was a symbol of our restlessness; our lover's quarrel

Debasing our last words; and drowning them out in chaos.

We offer up ourselves, as sacrifice to unnamed gods; we carve

ourselves with razorblades, enough to let the blood run wild;

And as a testament of faith; we melt our skin,

Leaving scars upon our wrists; this is our sacrament

Flesh for flesh's desires; and blood for the drink of the gods,

set upon a table for the feast; set out for the crows to eat

And all her vicious lies will be regretted; as the angels wait

Her innocence has been purged, and she can't breathe without

bringing in her pain, and I wish her suffering for the pain

She spent on me; a bitter curse upon her now, as summer sleeps

And while she walks the crimson path; I stay my hand, and keep

my bedclothes clean; and walk beside her, hand in hand

Promising an idle statement to the gods; to be obedient,

and flesh out my perpetual arrest within her arms.

A moment of silence, as I stay my heart; and rest these other

matters on the winds, because of consequences of love; I have

been distracted by the slow growing hunger of my lies; and

innocence will sleep; and in restless throes of sleep's

withdrawal; I will seize the disputed crown of seduction's

Sour turn, will temper and transmute my childish instincts

Into a woman's scorn; with restful eyes on heaven's gate

no more, only a fleeting glance to there; before I turn my

back; and stare no longer on a childhood fantasy

I'll wrestle with the demons, on my own terms; and stop

Rediscovering my youth; I'll pray to the gods of lust,

the gods of money; and power, and intoxicating breath

Before I close my eyes, in God's eternal night; I will

have experienced life, in all its fullness and glory.

The cold connections of our sounds; as they speak sweet and

lovely music to the ears; but rest unsettled in the mind's

foray, dimmed and dark solutions to this magic they have

woven; star-crossed love has broken our fluid falling

Spread into caves, and into bottles; marked for transmission

To other lovers' arms; and we stay cold, and in our cells;

to keep the pieces whole; unbroken

Beyond our shattered shards of isolation; we can only

howl into the black beyond; and pour upon the surface

The last longings of ourselves, so as to wake from sleep

And have the bitterness of nothing to hold onto; no dreams

left to wrap our minds around, so we sleep again; and fall

Into a cycle of disuse; emptiness, and despair.

In our true confession of a faith long gone; beside the tree

of good and evil's knowledge, I place my bets with you; too

much to ask you where we're heading in this afterlife

We both sink, head first into the mire; and we are

Bathing in the sea of our everlasting sins; growing cold, and

tired; birthright gives us pause and patience; for we are

Both a little hungry for our desires; the flesh aroused;

and the blood pumping through our veins; gives new light

To the dressings of our lovers; warm flesh, seductive skin

And perchance a moment to subdue; the race of the heart

continues; beating once, or twice through an inordinate

desire to come into the grips of ecstasy

Longing echoes and fades; and leaves us sitting at the

edge of the chamber wall; frightened little girls; lost

Without a home; without a place to settle in.

The toxic environment of pain; pursuing our indifferences

the way others pursue their similarities; we shun our bodies

and fuse our minds as one; and we bicker and we behold

The dissonant fires and permutations of our lives;

Played out through firing synaptic passages; like strings

upon the violin; we breed an unconscious mess of discord;

And while it burns, we yearn for each other's bodies;

the fusion of our selves, entangled and wreathed in flames

Love me.

Don't let me go unnoticed, as the threads wear thin; love me,

and capture me a star; to burn my sins away;

So we can breathe each other's breath like fluid washed

into one jar and back out into another; exchanged like this

corporeal fire; and infused with ecstasy's involvement.

### Fame

Incision, pain; cut open and bleeding from the insides;

in a small sample, there will be a chorus of intensely prolonged

insomnia; scattered in my nerves; and as my wish divides,

and open heart; the cavity of truth coincides with the aesthetic

Silence of your thrashing muscles; laid out on the operating table

Dressed in silk; dressed for the kill, instead it's closing time;

and the board goes uninterrupted as the doctors stitch up your skin,

The lesson learned, is a lesson unbecoming of your institutional

array of learning; you take the wrong pieces of information in,

and form your own opinion; your own pattern, as it were;

The unknown origin of time; and the thirst for its exchange,

driving chaos of the mind; let loose the frozen corridors'

containers; and let the blood reconcile with its sins;

As fortunes gaze; you've come to the bottom of this place.

We left you bleeding; we left you in the mire, below the

trees; next to the fire, and if it were my decision to

make, you would be left forever; bathing in your blood

Because my feelings for you have turned sour;

Hate lingers on, in cold, delightful play; unchecked and

imbalanced spurring sifted grey matter; pouring out like

water in a flooded sea of envy, I grow bitter

And poisoned; at the thought of you,

Because as love grows thin, I dream of the consequences

of our past desires; how they played upon my heart, allowing

the caving in of my emotion's song;

And now, as winds die out; and beauty has become a rotten

fruit; our love has passed into the grave; and all our

Spoken lies have led us to this hour, with you

Bleeding in the mud beneath my care.

The sight of my own blood; and the sight of hers, my desire

satiated and well-consumes; but she, she feeds for two

head buried like in sand; the nozzle trapped within her maw

And her cave entrance is a place of high and mighty miracle;

life is born and changes; we pass time at differing rates,

there is no mention of God or the hereafter

Only the bloom of flowers as they grow; only the slight

funneling of rain as it passes through our home; only

The tears of her young child; as she steps in through the door;

And I see rain fall; and I see the summer sun, and I watch the

moon cast its light down upon us; and we can see the beach

In the distance; watch the soft, melodic beating of the waves

against the shore;

And I see my love.

We shall purge our sins, today in the presence of these

rose-colored hills; when I grip to you and sing my ever-lasting

poems in your ears; and we'll make our mark upon the hillside,

Leaving esoteric remarks about the drips of fire moving through

our veins; we'll make love to the color of the sky, its bright

red paradigm; and shelter below and beneath the burning of the sun

As it scorches our flesh; and we bleed our our colors;

The distance will grow between us, and our minds will turn a soft

shade of pink; between the night and the daylight's offering

The world will be at once; forever complete; so I offer you the rain,

and I offer you up the shadows of a flame, plucked from the hand of God

And I offer you a dissonant star; shining ever bright, shining

loudly with its discordant song of flame; keep it for the night's

Last wish; keep it for our love's last calling.

We stake our lives on flames, as they proceed against our

wish; blowing into our midst, and into our lives,

The hair and my face are torn from me; the sweaty drip

of the brow, grows cold; and I can face my fears but I can't

touch reality's enclave

Two worlds in union yet distinct, one turns while the other

lies stone and concrete; plastic dreamer, fluid in the

darkness of the film; depleted and denied her everlasting life

When the closed doors take us in, and when the silence

fills the chambers; we won't seem happy; but we'll sense

The fear; and it will make us excited;

Desire and lust, and pain; all at once; we'll be

complete without a cavern to bed the witches in.

You crave complacency; and I crave the fire of our burning world

with each drop of red flame taking us under; to new levels of pain,

I see the bright red particles of our youth, combusted

And leaving trails of ember leaves, dancing in the wind; you

ride the sea; the ocean's travails as they sink your burning ship

And I would have us both within the circle of my flames; dancing

copasetically beneath the starlit sky; but I will breathe, and take

the slow sails into the west with you;

Upon the crimson dusk into the shadows of the night;

And we'll make our fire in the bed, between the sheets; loving longingly

through the chill of the ocean's breeze; rocking softly over the water's

rim; talking softly over the water's voice;

And in the silence of our night; we'll make our vows.

The owl's past coming, and in the dark I find myself walking;

waiting for something extraordinary to feast my heart upon,

This vacancy within, has tied me to the floorboards for too long;

I crave the suffering and sublime interpretations of the earth

Pressed wood in fire; and the holy covenant of blood,

A bitter stillness of the water, to press my lips upon; the ancients

of the land have set up spears; and pillars to their temples; and I

should pray to these unseen gods;

Through dance; and through feasting; and through flesh's romantic skin,

And when the moon recedes and gives its sign, I will find room for

memories; and I will find room for the bleeding of my madness

Seeping in with fire; and the holy covenant of blood;

And will exchange my lofty flesh in sacrifice;

I will offer up myself upon the stone.

Hold a siege upon my body; take me up through stairways to the

mind's bleeding edges; and we'll grow cold in the chambers of

my lost, forgotten dreams; slide the knife across my wrists

And I'll bleed fire, as you lick off all my intoxicated streams

Of red; bathe ourselves in passion's flames, and linger on

in insubstantial chorus; without complaint and without worry

What tomorrow brings; only now, and only here in the vials

of our dissonant corruption; we'll place fires at each of

the entrances to our cave; to keep out the wishers and the

priests; to keep out the innocence that creeps inside

You and I; and this luxury of fire,

Burning slowly to the rhythm of our incest.

Night breeds a long string of contemplative thought; and I

manage to lose myself in seeming years, pouring through it all;

while you sleep; my little angel, comforted and ready

For awakening when the moon has set and sun is risen; I will

sleep tomorrow, in the shattered glass of our dissonant

and disruptive song; I'll close my eyes within the sun's

Bright rays of light; and watch my breath collapse, as I

Peel off the skin; and fade to a distant echo of myself;

you'll howl. When sleep persists; you'll dream about

my corruptive stain; and how I left you there, on a bed

With ashes in your hair; and wet with thawing frost

I'll choose a sentiment to leave you by, and you'll lust

after; but I will lock the door; there is no entry

To where I am going.

Time closes in; and we are growing thin, and losing sight

of youth; the comfort in our world has changed, and we

lose the essence of our innocence; all things come to a close

And we are closing in on the end of everything;

Our lust, and our passion as it plays out through the stars'

ensemble; our births make way for death's final act, the purge

And we come to grips; and we despair, despite our longings

We make due with the purchase of our flesh; and blood, small

things begin to weigh in on us; the world is not the wondrous

place it seemed, when we were young and life was full of

Energy; we claim the night, we claim the stars as our own

But it isn't enough to ease the pain of passing; one small

disruption in time's capsule; one easy breath is all it takes

To lose someone; to lose sight of a fragile dream, and you

Are lost to me; even if not through death, but through some

other means; it's all the same, one less want and one less

worry; one less strain upon the soul to keep it hanging on.

As bleeding feels; as the cold incineration of the skin

left on ice too frigid to sustain its life; the burning

form of fit, which offers up a rise in politic;

For fortune and fame; and the little blame of envy

Crossing wires; and contemporary strain of digital release;

always sexual in nature; they pray to the god of ones and

zeros; while we pray to blood and fire and milk; the capital

crime of resistance to the stars' bright white light

Consumes us all, and we hang our heads in the same shame

As the ones who came before us; in this frigid air, we hold

our hallowed lamps and sing to the lord of the air; to make

What will be, to happen; and the apocalypse of night to come;

To breathe a bright flame into our life blood, and to censure

off the innocence of our times; to make the blood flow easy

and rich; and pure, so we may writhe in a bath of ecstasy.

In our epistle; in our exchange of ideas, with sudden contrast

of form; an obsolete entrance to our faith's forbidden shores;

We breathe the new testament of our everlasting sacrifice;

Written in the blood of our sins; and in our lust, combined

with the slow burning desire of our bodies; a transformative

work, penned in our sacrificial bleeding,

Not comprehensible; it is the markings of mad, intoxicated minds

Etched out in candlelight and scorched by the remains of

hallucinatory daydreams; the thoughts bleed and form obscure

Passages, through the mind's walkways; and dreams are certain

to be poured within the wax templates of our love

We write as we make love;

And we make love to the sounds of poetry written throughout,

it is a symmetry of the pages that keeps us clear of consciousness

And purges our sins in the book of our encrypted thought.

Unbegotten love; swollen in the belly

stays the mind; and lets the system

rebel against the purging of its hold;

And deep, in the well of absconded time;

the world turns a blind eye; and lashes

beat the rhythm of our hearts

Twisted space and simple romance plays

apart; distinct seductive cells of spinning earth

And clean, forgotten spaces; rebirthed in temperament

lie within the walls of our destructive household

No more lies, and no more ill-begotten change;

Just the rhythm of the dew; dropping in place.

As chance lies in flames; and the howling of tomorrow's future

burns with a cloud of ecstasy; the winds die down in futuristic

motion, and begin their destructive swirl again; the push and

pull of chaos

Blurring the fine lines of fantasy's corruption

It is the season of our mind's chaotic spin; and down we go,

through the escalators of the brain stem; and into our subconsciousness

Reading into pages that were malformed and symbolic sets of

regressive stains; purged and contemporary arts, set out in

bits of string to capture the essence of youth and transformation

It is a hollow sound, triumphant; played on an accordion

And I wash my clothes in your blood; and I watch your seed

dry upon the pavement; and I want to know the essence of

Your look; pressed in on stone and sentiment carved in ice.

The life of my body swells; to encapsulate my broken heart,

and it beats as though nothing had ever torn; I feel the essence

of her smile, as she plays her last goodbye upon my lips;

And we say farewell; for the moment, but not forever

And in this salivating kiss; exchanging body fluids, I breathe

her into me; her essence sublime and subdued by my intoxicated

presence; and she causes a fissure to grow within

Not one of pain; or joy; but that of ecstasy's involvement

And she cradles me as she passes into night, and I am left alone,

screaming my delight; as though she'd pressed her body into mine

The death I feel in this tonight; is the death I long for.

The slow flow of the flame, as it sets in; beyond, in the yard

there i howling and upon the surface of the wind; children

laughing, but inside my mind there is the utter chaos of my

Contemporary insanity; boiling the blood, and seeking refuge

Beneath the surface of my skin; there is no howling where I am,

she has pressed into the distance of the yard; what I see

Is your naked form, extended; holding up a lamp so I may see

Your entirety; and it is beautiful, I want to hold you here

in the darkness of our conceptual blindness; devour your flesh

as if to make us whole; our union complete through a ritual

Sacrifice of blood mixed with wine; unstirred, and whole.

The blood flows through my body; in a hot boil, it's your

body nestled in its place against my skin; it's the serene

sound of your voice pressed close against my ears

The stunning weather of our continent; on fire

And as though the winds would extinguish everything with their

chill cipher; pouring through our hearts, when emptiness

becomes the echoed laughter foaming from within; I conceed

There's little hope for love in the hereafter; when

We have spread our pages thin; and writing becomes an indecency

and we turn in our books for warmth; and stray a little beyond

The edges of our sanity; when all our love has died out;

But for now, in the pages of your book; I feel the heat

of your words press against my lips; and the desire,

running through the scripted song : I feel the hot press

Of your skin against my own; and love is not endangered.

When you stay, trapped within my

mind's echoing winds-- And the trumpet

blares; and all the seas are shattered

into dust, your naked body (frozen in

time's concrete melody). The brisk shadows

edge in against us, to purge the silent stream

of sound; we walk, unchained and hand in

hand, with broken sores around our lips--

too soon, the shadows spout our names,

too soon, the embers of our fire subdue us;

and as lovers do, we embrace our death.

Still and sullen silence captures us, and fetters

us against a wall of torment-- here, we

will pay for our sins; and even now, I can

feel my lust burning for you; with swollen

lips and blood burning in my womb-- I can

tear my mind from reality,

And see only you.

In the eyes of a forgotten lover; burnished tinfoil hats and

long, white jackets; the way we used to play with dolls

over an open flame; how long it's been now, since you said your

farewell piece, and opened the door to my home

Embraced me where you stood, and shattered dreams

Come home to me, my wide-eyed wanderer; my beauty of the dark;

I want to comb your hair again; tell stories of an ancient sin,

and rise corrupted in your bed the way we did

Pink blossoms, and butterfly wings; crimson dresses

And eyes the color of our blood as we sink our teeth into the sand,

the desert as our foul witness that something had gone wrong;

an undesired misfortunate series of events; branded us convinced

We were destined for the snares and traps of hell;

Our sensible committed gazes poured out upon the pages of a necessary lie;

and consumed the holy script without a meaning or a context; and gave

life to juvenile interpretation, so we chanted and we performed the

ritual acts; blades and blood and bread and wine,

A reenactment for the gods' arousal; a dressed rehearsal for our

Embittered lives, drapes and roses; and carousel rides,

small steps in sin to let the crimson snakes come coiling in.

There was a falling out between us; as the chaos in my head

corrupted speech and mind; and thoughts proceeded to blind me

from your beauty; and in the darkness of an unkempt mind,

I called out for her restrictive pause; in summer's dress

Stationed in the coldness of my heart; I breathed her name,

and dissented; caused a paradox to surface in my brain;

The little light which shone could not contain the emptiness

I felt while I was working; so hard was I working to unravel

the dreams I had collected; so long pressed against glass to

unremember the words she had spoken to me as darkness fell

And into the blush; rising air of perfection's form

As you left I saw nothing more of beauty than your veil,

with embittered tears I rent my clothes and drew blood;

dancing naked and saddened in the streets with forms of

Interpretive dance; never created before; I blew my

tears into the wind and shattered all what was left of innocence's

container; I scraped the fuses of my heart, and shook my body's

soul; enraptured in this form of utter chaos; I consumed.

Irrespective of the face you wore, I found you beautiful

as we arranged our heads, the symbols and scores; and sacrifices

pertaining to our holy script; set in stone and fire

I washed your feet, and scrubbed my hands clean; and set

The table for our feast; opened the door to our patient eyes,

and swept away the dust of our ill-intentioned lies; aroused

Myself in the cool bath of the morning; and kept our

Wedding ring upon a plate of gold, for you. To keep to honest

aims, to keep to fasting; and forsake the irresponsible permutations

Of my mind's construction; the invisible, intangible

streamers of my denied faith; stopping at longings for her

And as the ashes flake away into the night;

I keep myself pure throughout night's passions;

and permit myself only a small and lonely glance

Against the sun's setting rays; to turn the tides.

With strong, triumphant bursts of wind to carry our delicate

song across the water's edge; to bleed into the pools where

we first met; and to scream a silent word into the mist

Where lovers weep and malcontents lie broken at the beach

I fuse my delicate arms into your womb; break water, broken

hearted malady; and chase the foreign speech into the sun

I dream of you, as the distance grows further; and we grow

Closer at the heart; While babies born to ministers praise

this temple we have constructed through our making love;

And raise their voices into the wind; like chaos in a field

I lower myself to you, goddess of a lonely night; and praise

your beauty as if it were mine only to behold;

And I chase ghosts but none can walk on water; or seize

the open air and climb into the wind's welcoming embrace.

Will you belie my smile; will you set at ease my dissonant sores

and my corruptive skin; will you recall the beauty of our first

touch, placed upon your face; my lips pressing down upon your skin

And let us mark that moment in advance, tear apart the strings

Which caused our discord and bury them in earth, deplete the air

which stood witness when I divulged my darkness to you; and you

bore witness to every fault and sin; I've held within

Between embittered tastes; and sour consequences for my affairs;

please, don't take hold of my mistakes and turn them into daggers

Dark-faceted blades; to be pressed into the skin

Take an oath with me; to bury these small forms of interruption

to our lives; we'll make a casket that holds our sins inside;

No one will know, not even the gods will know; we'll bury

ourselves inside a burning frame of wood; bury ourselves

Completely in a mixture of iron, wine; blood and gasoline.

A cold moment; between our lips there lies the heat of day,

an insincere apology and the pressing in of my desire;

I want to swallow you whole; to keep the bones and filth

And dry my lips, indecently; as I expose the cradling of your

youth; the uncut purge of innocence, and the remainder of our

love's affair; blessings are in the eyes; and mine lie

Secretly; giving long embraces to other lovers;

While you grow cold, within the confines of the truth; lust's

enemy; and when I purge your secrets from your lips, the eyes

hold nothing back;

And so I spend my time getting older, and loving easily; while

you sit upon your hands; waiting in the darkness of a shadow

And I bleed easy, my blood like fire;

And you won't ever catch me, or see my eyes; as they spread

out your innocence like a flame; burning down our house.

An emotion split open; a central signature carved into the light

and her heart bleeds in parallel to my own; as we face a bed,

replace our internal aesthetics under surgery

A defacement of my vernacular; creeps into my head

Bottles of pills rattle; as I spread my legs and let the doctors

rape me with their medicines; the future is foretold, and born

As an illegitimate child, holding no pains; and wanting nothing

as the fever burns out her remains; she is born an empty casket

Destined for the grave; who can reduce her to suffering, while she

resists all attempts to make her a virgin again;

Surgery's mask and comprehension's maybe; the walk and the width;

shortened lives and stuttered songs call Maybe as the only child.

While the brisk wind stutters; and the doctors put on their masks.

As you spread into the lower reaches of my unconsciousness; and I

dissolve into the pool; letting loose the tight strands of my

environment; take a breath, relax; and absorb you completely

Without this dent of sin upon my body; without the strain

I can let go; and reach deep inside of you; to the fractured past

where patience has long forgotten value of your skin,

The deep allure of your precious eyes; the carvings in your frame

I pass through fire and flame; and let the world take leave of me,

bracing myself for the hold you have upon my withered soul; you

break and mend my pieces;

Darkness sets in; and the bones readjust themselves to your allure;

without wanting, and without proper repair; this is a fragmentary

dream; encapsulated in fire and the blood of your disembodied flame

And without proper burial; I will repeat these lies of our affliction

Surreal discordant thought; serene corporeal desire, mixed and washed

and purged in a bath of indecently exposed flesh and blood.

Dear widow; trained in the eyes of a silent night; with the moon still

shut in without reprise, a fever and tossing in the midnight air,

so swollen are your cheeks; and your head is filled with psychotic laughter

Jealousy devours your mind, in movement with the rhythm of a dancing girl

Studied rhythm, of the times when we were playing music in the yard,

and singing hymnals to the darkened sky; I swing your arms about me

As I lift up your dress, and say my prayer to the cold caresses of our

Intoxicating love affair; sweet sexual seduction; blazed with fire and heated

beneath a swollen sky; dreams may come; as feelings drop and recline

Spent lust, and a bed of ashes mixed with myrrh; and spilled seed

Which gives us birth to sinful sleep, and self-destructive dreams.

But from this world, an everlasting peace; after the sun has darkened her eyes;

and closed the sores we've opened; together with a single blade have slit

Our wrists, and strayed into the bleak beyond; where no thing captures

The soul; and body drifts endlessly, at peace; while the world in all its

unrest, turns a sour note and fills the air with heart's despair; and sighs

Sleep well; and cast the eyes in shadow, for the dusk will come soon enough

But pray, let's make the most of this sullen sore we've bonded through;

and empty out our lives within each other's lap, and sew; with stitches

through and through; these lies we tell ourselves

The night is still young enough to dance; and make our bed wrinkled

with love's unfettered fury, to dine on our diseased and sinful minds;

Let go the restraints; unloose the lustful tongue; and let it flicker.

These stitches only go so deep; and cannot hold together

the tears, the wounds you've dug within your flesh,

tonight, we'll gather in the basement of your earthen cell;

And raise our cups; in blessing you'll take offering

To ease your pain in passing; soft drugs mixed with alcohol,

these bitter pills of suicide; and we'll carve a corpse in you

Deep within the well where you have bled, we'll raise our cups

To you and drink; forever in loneliness and shadows;

to break down the holy ashes mixed with earthen clay

Strange shadows who play upon your doorstep, as you wait

And they'll take count of your sins; in the basket of offering;

and place you beside the altar of your ancestral scars.

As the cool grey liquid sits on the shallow of my tongue;

I press my nails into my skin, enough to bite and bleed;

The piercing of skin breaks the shallowness of waters

And I breathe in against the cold rushing of the air,

separating sky from water's depth

There is a cool mist that fills my lungs; and as I feel

I'm dying; and all the world has faded to shades of grey;

I believe I am sinking; deep below the surface of a dream,

Where cool ice bleeds into my mouth; into my lungs, and fills

my body with the doubts and seeds of despair;

Winter's cold edge, it feels nice against the skin; where

my nails had punctured; cold forgotten flesh ripped clean

And I rebuke the winds; and set my sail underneath the surface

of my mind; to blow the winds of time and forget my past

To capture all the restless birds at last.

These threads of our inseparable lives; have bled into the

pool of our salvation, from which we drink; and within our

minds, there's an appeal; a saviour's song, ringing loudly

in the reaches of the dark, and I dry my wet and weary eyes

On crafts constructed to be used in the sacrament of hours

The deified use of our sweat and blood, and tears; as they

may fall; into the wood and metal of a god's arm; or cast

in plastic, to fit the form

While molten doves have migrated to bitter steelish salves

A presence for the young, and for the old; a cast-iron

sieve to force the generations to behold the witchery

Of catatonic steel; and dive, into the blue waters

The way we did when we were young; the clear blue waters;

and wrestle with the sky.

My last design; the causeway for a casual encounter, and the brief

moment in time; whose likeness has not been touched before, she

sees me naked; and I open my lips to her and scream

A silent metaphor; the dissonant sound of my youth exploding

And her face as I utter those foul words; keeps ticking, keeps

the semblance of her flame in order, so I shy away; and I capture

her on film, with a large degree of respiration on my end

Her lapse in time's continuum; her bodily fluids rush

And enter my mouth; salivas mixed and melting, I dream of no better

place than the purging of her kiss into mu mouth

Dreams issue forth and froth upon her lips; the sweet sentiments

of love, captured in the essence of our kiss; the feelings

Melted into foam; expunged as lips take form, and soothe

the innocence away from her nakedness.

Depleted pockets of sunshine; my only light to travel by, when all the

world is dark and lonesome; Wandering eyes can't see and severed lungs

can't make a breath to be engulfed in oxygen;

Swollen now in dust, but I can cure it all; if I just choose my words

wisely; can knock against the center of the earth, and expect an answer;

The demons which dream within our core's heated ball; dream of me.

As we were one; in my youth, tied fancifully together with balls of string

and yarn, the young ones are prey; it is the innocents who get taken away;

It is the long stretch of the mile, closing in on us that claims

The retention over our soul's conjecture; and I find a moment to breath,

the skinny girl in jeans just took off her jacket and is coming this way;

A minute of anxiety; stretched across my skin, what can I do

To pretty up for her when she's come all the way over; what can I do,

to stop time?

In certain spinning paths; where words collapse and leave the

rhythm of a sound to disseminate all its information; through

the waves of the sea; the sun and moon speak, and through your

eyes I can see God

It's not apparent what I see, but it's a likeness I have never

seen before; in their two-toned gaze I can view history's assault

And with it I will stop to lie to you; for this feeling you can

pierce my soul

When the long night awakens, and there is no God; in the temperature

of my illness; when there's no passion, only the gaze of death

Laying hard against my body; stealing breath, I will not succeed

In bringing any words of faith to pass between my lips; but only

in your eyes I'll find some sympathy to wash me of my sins.

I feel only a fraction of what I know, about the world surrounding

me; and about life's misgivings and the season of the dead, if it

were tragic thoughts I were living in; then life may be comprehensible

But inward holes pour bitterness of life; and while I appreciate

the stolid sentiments of yesterday's appraisal; and while I hope

Tomorrow comes with fresh new baskets filled with tender cares,

There is nothing written, no divine omen; driving us to God;

just the bitterness of everyday, a sentiment of scars; pushed out

and pulled in; reversed for damage's convalescent stillness

I wreath my body with the flames of an entire country's sorrows

And purge upon it all my own life's anguish; let it burn, let it

burn; and so the house becomes corrupted with the flames of death.

She can encapsulate me within her small, marked breasts; and shine a

light upon my mind's interpretation of this world; the bitter views

I hold about love; and loss, and my respect for the gods

As if there were gods to pray to; within the realms

Of possibility; I delve into deep waters, edging in ever closer to

her scars; and I see the light within her great divide; pouring out

And shaking her fragile form; Tomorrow's dreams become today's

Broken heart; another shattered desire, wrapped in the flames of

inordinate summer; special secrets exchanged between the rising and

the setting of the moon; in her full nakedness; exchanged as

Lovers do; like water poured out between the legs; our love is poured

out between the legs; and I capture this moment in my memory; a love's

affair; with filth and sin spilled out between the legs of my lover.

Within the modern mind; within the caves that bleed, and where

the waves crest and spew their toxic sea, I will wash with you

In the waters of the ocean; next to you, as you take off

Your dress; and I will burn in memory you nakedness; and when

the world washes over in the sea, I'll take a photograph of you

Bright red blood covering your body, angel of the summer shore

I'll watch you go in; next to me, and doused in flames we'll

make angels in the sand upon the shore; let the waters pull

and push; unravel you, and take the easy steps into the sea.

What you will see, when the oceans close up their shores; and the

tide rolls back beneath the sea; when your eyes press hard against

my shallow mess of broken limbs, and sentiment is shared

Between our hands; when love's last kiss lingers

Like a lifetime in the sea; and all our fruitless years of waiting

to be freed collapse; in one small moment upon our lips; this perfect

holiday, free of the corruption of a bound and ugly soul;

Once shattered, these bonds will only tighten when the waves roll in.

So, to the sea; we wrestle with the waves, and catch a glimpse of

the hereafter; drowning in flames, without a glimpse of beauty to

behold; the only word I can think of is your name; pressed hard

Against my lips; I'm drowning in vain; trying to catch your breath.

Rolling lovely waters, into the sea; giving birth to sunrise

and the silken strands of flesh that give us life; we run

As though we could hide from it; and we pass through

The meaning of the temple and the moon; here we rise upon two

legs and give offering, to the gods of the water and fire;

And mud; in their affection, we burn our skin with molten brass

And make the mark of the goddess of the moon; with all her

diamonds; charged with our revival, drowning in the words

Of her children; passed down through generations; these scriptures

Pressed into our minds; forever, pressed wholly for the death

of the body to be made clean; we must set ourselves in the sea

and let the ocean's tide roll over us; we must sink

Into the sea's hypnotic lull.

I saw you walking through the backstreets of my mind; a clean

face, all beautified; with diamond sparkles in your eyes; and

a clean surrender to this year of turmoil left inside;

I break you to pieces, and glue you back again; broken

Innocence, in a mesh of wires and electricity; the battered

offset while my mind is playing tricks on me; the rolling

conclusion to what is to be necessity's surrender

And you dream of realistic urges; while I dream of

Nothing but the chance to place my kiss between your lips;

and I cry sweet nothings within the cavity; and corrupt your

sweet, enticing lips with my dense gravity;

The clouds roll in and the rain begins to climb down the

ladder of the sky; while you are waiting, lonely I grip

The tender flesh and take you in my arms; lovingly

Destroying the youth and innocence of your perch.

Awakened by a flame into this constancy of life, and I

remain untouched by pure insanity; the crossing strain

of my lover's grasp, as she regains a portrait of her

Affliction; bruised and unbecoming distances in flame

How we walk, across the surface of each other's mind;

in continuity's close-knit strands of bedding fiber,

Untouched by pure insanity; we lie together in the night,

Becoming united through a fluttering of speech, and into

the crisp, unbroken air we laugh out loud; wondering

when we come home, will there be air again to breathe.

Time's elegant design; and the forewarning of our birth, and our death

while I'm transfixed upon your eyes; the sudden splendor I had not ever

touched within the abscess of my discontinuous mind;

A clear distraction; to gaze into those pools of beauty

In my distress now; I find myself calling on the cesspool of my insanity,

and there with sleek and simple frame, I find you dancing;

A drop of rain; a storm with sun beneath its brow

And I collect the rain within my basket; I keep you close to me,

beneath the shelter of my hood; rubbing my eyes as they wander

Through the wooded fields; And stopping to relax when all the dreams

have died away; just merely ending all my toil, and discontinuing

the rain within my thoughts;

As the edge of birth grows nearer; I take you in my arms with slow

degrees of pain; and set you there, between my legs; and breathe.

This cold fixation; upon the mind's lashes, as she seeps into my heart

and holds me in an isolated cell; without words that I may speak,

in beauty's spell enraptured; the lives I've lived place consequences

Onto the plate of resurrection; onto the temple walls,

And I can see her clearly; through the fabric of her piece, she is

wanting; and we desire the same thing, pour hazard to the wind;

To blow its consequences; without a shelter, without the tools

For our repair; we dance naked in the mire, beneath the ash;

making circles with our fists and raking in the emotions of our

lust; for seven days and as many hours again, we pray

Beneath the ash; our broken english prayers, to spell out

the enraptured glory of our thirst; and to hand down

The distance to our eyes; to hand down our hearing and our lies.

We stay, within the confines of our cold enclosure; and we bind each

other loosely with the knots of our transgression; we say a simple prayer

To the gods that may have cared, long ago when the earth was born

But no longer meddle with the affairs of man; and we stare into each

other's eyes longingly, hoping what will come will ease our sanity;

Desire splits us open like a knife; and we bleed, and we stir;

and each unto her own degree has captured and secured her faith,

Long dress of innocence ripped open; and bleeding

Like the continued flush of wind threading through our hair,

and we rise; surmising confidence in each other's stare

This purity of awakeness; these simple dreams,

Conclude when no one's watching their performance.

A seat for one, to dwell within this hollow of a shell; to sip

and think of yesterday's laughters; to swell and stop articulating

Speech, but let the blood run wild; when she remembers

The smile you had left inside her heart; and she sees blindly,

how you had crossed the line, it doesn't even bother her;

that you left. When you show up again; the place is clean and ready

For your silent cup, with all the laughters spilt in;

Open the closed confines; and breathe in the morning's sunrise,

and have som tea, before it's too late to mention; all the words

you have to say, to say "I love you."

The wheels are set, in motion; in complaint of everything we've missed

so close your eyes, like a small child; and dream peaceably.

As disappointment permeates my screams; and the bitter fog devours

all my yearning to redeem myself; I sleep but not enough to dream,

And I keep captive all my innocent serenities; within my book

And in the shallows of the heart, where isolation springs; I hold

my temper, complete with the innoculation of my soul; another purging

and another contemporary pose of self-denial; eschewed

And sanctified; as lovers' quarrels migrate through the field

And purge the captured silence of my regrets; self-knowledge and

self-harm threaded through and through, without warning; of pain's

Persistent path through trickery and suffering; I see the golden

gates shine brightly; and walk as though I were caught within a dream

Tomorrow's brilliance beams; and I, corrupted by a stain of sickness

have succumbed to the washing of my so-called deceits.

Outside all the fuss, and all the air of disappointment lingering;

I have deceased into the bed of our desires; holding hands with

empty air, and flinging myself onto a ghost; drops of rain from the window

soak my thoughts; and as the rain comes down upon my bed; I wonder

What love is like when it persists; when the cold winds of night

cannot clench the thighs, and when the feelings that arose between

our eyes are left over, forever;

And as the cold winds blow between my legs; and the memory of you

Is all I have left to pray to, in the dark recesses of the night;

breaching the emptiness within; hollowing out my dead skin with

chaotic laughter;

And she appears; an apparition? wholly clothed but beautiful.

Like an angel in the sunlit morning; to dry my tears and heal the cuts;

these wounds extended through the heart, and lower scars.

Her lips are full of life, and I melt; a candle waxing into darkness

So full of light, it is unbearable to breathe; and I take pains to tell

her of my delights; how such an ordinary thing can transmute into a

luscious field of fire; and oh! How the flames dance and sing!

When the fate of the world's fury is wrapped in the plastic enclosure

of a space, and no lover's silence has breached the skin of it;

My heart dangles on a thread of discontinuous thought, of her arms;

and her hair, and all her imperfections; how they entice me

Reality will suffer fools; and break the hearts of lovers, and mine

will surely shatter at the end of the flame's rehearsed parade

But I will go out without commission; and I will try to reconcile

the laughter of the muse, within my mind's ambivalent design.

Looking for the lost romance, beneath the bedsheets; wiping tears

out of my eyes, and I have found the perfect face; the one who

turns me over into laughter; she sees me as an echoed

Thunder, rolling through the hillside; pouring out

A mixture of bottled joy and death, a falsetto piercing sky

with crimson sparks; and her eyes tell of confidence and too

much pity, her eyes read between the lines; the shadows

Of my falling star, and I accumulate her laughter in a jar;

Breaking it open when the need arises; sealed with sexual desire,

and dipped wax; And I hold the strands of her hair between my thumb

and forefinger, subtle magic and a hidden drift of thought

As though the pulse migrated into another's eyes;

What then, when the fires catch waves of betrayal and collude

with the demons of desire; and fish won't wait to eat the toxic

poison she has baked into the bread; a swift delivery

And my intoxicated mind perfumes the hallways of her crowning as

the queen.

Within the hour, I will wait; and raise my cup to you, within our

silent space where angels sleep; and demons roam the wind

I keep to myself; in this forgotten landscape of fire

And bury myself within the trenches of my mind; its never-ending

passage ways, its rolling hills and chasms I like to walk through;

And I will sing a song into the night's present stars

Of how we walk, when lights go out; how we stumbled upon each other

And in the cool breeze of autumn's delights; I'll stay a journey,

home with my beloved; too dead to move, too broken to repair

And I will howl at the cursed winds who broke her; and I will

make a fist at God.

And together, in the lonely arms of hell; we'll make our offering

to the moon; and fade into the sunset.

This shine in the depths of a long night; this waking from disparity, a charge

of lightning in the depths of me; grows warm, and the senses I had thought

were already dead; cease their stillness and begin to cradle me

Once more, I have touched the innocent chambers of my heart; those

innoculated substances where feelings reanimate in the dark

To cry out; "We are alive."

And in this fluid chamber where batches of purely isolated matter have been

recovered; an awakening sets in; and she drives the final nail into my breast

A beaten and bemused body arises from the ashes; and cleansed by the fire,

Regaining consciousness; and no longer drifting in the shadow of a world in

flames; it sings; I sing, the everlasting hymns of praise;

And if God is not conscious or aware, it doesn't matter;

The heart has been awakened; and the seas set ablaze; no more writhing

in the ashes of forsakenness; there will be no more death.

You cannot break this insanity of ideas; the charged fury of my heart

as it sings out its denial; and it cries, even with the laughter, it

dies a death each breath; and is consumed by pain

To have you in my arms is not enough; I must be cradled

And consumed in the depths of your blossoming love, to be needed and

wanted without question; this undying passion of innocence is what

I crave; the completeness of form, the unsteady rhythm of the feet.

And without betrayal; without suffering, all things would be changed

It would be like living life again; it would be the steady breath

that I have fought so hard to obtain; and without deceit, without

the unstable mind, bent with sorrows

I could crave this lust anew; and take it to my bed;

For this, I hunger; with the deepest pains of the stomach, I thirst

for the renewal of our passion to give the breath of life.

Within this restraining set of stars; beneath the collapse of the sun,

I choose my music, and I still the pools of my desire; and let the

surface burn hot; closing the door to a contemporary strain of indecency

Her words, mouthed; and the echoes of my laughter and a light-hearted cry

No dissonant sound roiling in the deep tonight; she has me comforted

enough to carry out my amusements; to place brick by brick around our home;

and set a fire in the place, to keep us warm;

Safe, and secured; my lover lies.

Deep within the grips of passion we pursue; she lies, with sense enough

to skim the surface of our flame; and to pretend this will not last the night;

Enough to wait through morning's meal and sense enough to place a quick appeal

and leave the table and turn her back to me; one small measure; enough to

make me desire her all the more; and when I throw the bed into the flames

She's quite secure in her role as a parent; to drape the flames with fever.

And let the drippings of her candlewax resound.

You break the hymns; and now I have to search for other measures to

keep me occupied; this fresh idea stems, and is broken just as easily

The cardinal sin; a contemporary flight, has magic

And when I expose myself to you; my deepest fears and insecurities,

all the world's measure has said enough of doubts to make this real;

And I hold in my heart contentment, and a grain of salt; a pinch of

sand; and the corruption of my youth's degeneration, exalted; my

impure forms, and calculated trials; risks endeavored, dreams

Poached and set aflame; for the hereafter, drizzled with the dew

of the damned; I set my flame

For you, and only you; I choose this fettered holiday, wrapped in

chains of lust; unrequited love,

Set in sin; I make what love I can.

You stitch together the time I've missed; the singing in my ears, while

all the children pass by laughing in the yard; and I succumb to smiling

at your persistent querying; and at your cause

Serene indiscretion, violating the years of silence I have hung

Upon my shoulders; edged downward spirals carving up my wrists, and awful

sentiments portrayed by the psychotic still-birth of my son; may he rest.

The doorman, with leave of absence; tries to ask you for a light,

But that light; your bright and shining and persistent edge; is carved out

with my engraving upon your wrist; you burn for me, and I so lovingly

Exchange the mark; two captive prisoners, two desirous souls

Pressed against each other's hold; and sewn, lightly stitched and strapped

against each other's promiscuously dressed bodies; two lovers in the dark night

Stripped of everything but each other's cold, right hand.

We'll carve contentment's sanity, and put in bars the dissonant obstruction

of our denied lust; and contemplate the truth of beauty, as it lies

Beholden in your breasts; and in your eyes, the warm light

Of a starless night; as the moon casts her glow down upon my sores;

And I breathe the warm air of summer, and lie beneath you on the shore

When the glow of the embers ceases to breathe life into our eyes,

when you have purged all of your necessities of inspirational atonement

And achieved the status of the muse; in someone else's flame

I'll wail; and I will weep, and seize my schism's pain; and feed my soul

the grief that I was born to bear witness to, and purge the luster

Of my works; I'll set them all aflame.

The mystery of your resolve; to save summer's concealment, in the face

of devastation; and the trimmed reductions in your faith, tonight

we will feast upon the atmospheric charge; and take control of the byways

While in the heart of a mad land; they play the inconsistencies of God,

And trapped in the mind of a madman, I shield my eyes and temper my heart

until the gods play quick and dirty rhythms on my appendages; bemused

by Satan's discordant trails; I spread the oxen thin

In a sacrilegious rite, and in passing pass regards; throughout the

cursive bitterness of night;

Stew's on fire, and the roast is perfect;

Cave in, cave in; only gravity obstructs us, while we meddle in

the magic of the saints; and their perpetual sins; we shall pass

complaints, and hold injustice thin; upon the mounts of saints,

We'll speak our tragedy, and let the yardwaste be consumed by flies.

Your mysterious eyes, and the quiet solitude they speak of; engrossed

in the forfeiture of space that time provides, I catch you calling out

my name into the pool; and I take a deep breath

And dive into you; those perfect still spheres of precious pain

The dark, corruptive soul which they translate into being; the bitter

judgment of a life left up to shadows and silhouettes; and dreams

Carpet your madness with your insecurities, and I will feed; upon

the innocence you have left, I will leave you diseased and almost

dead; and you will trumpet your last call, into the recess of my pain

But I can't hear past the noise of your beauty; and I won't play

the righteous part; I've hidden too long, in the dark

So when I see shadows hanging over you, and the flimsy mess of

shelter you call home, I will steal your worries and add another

layer of disaster to your door.

But without the chains to keep us from our resolve; without the harness to hold

us against the coming of our Lord; without the face of pain to make the heart

swell, and capture a new persistent form of realization; to bleed heavy

And sink the sullen tables of our youth into a strong, persistent smile; to cave

in and to dress them up with mirth; to bring merriment to the corridor after

so many years of ruination and despair; isolation and loneliness; to see her

Face; to feel her skin against mind, and to kiss; her

Lips beyond reason; beyond comprehension, she is no lover; not divine, yet

her surreality closes in against the doors; and presses hard against the skin;

She comes bearing, like the wealth of the nations; bearing her burden;

but the likeliness of our bathing in the pool together; and all the other

forms of romance; she is a strange girl; roaming in the dark; nothing more.

Upon your horse, with your crown upon your head; and bleeding out of

your mouth the words of the only God who's ever spoken your name;

When summer lasts through autumn, and the winds become stretched thin

I find you sitting in the field; playing with the lilies, and wasting time;

all seasons close and are forgotten; but you are mine, and of my mind;

with the soft petals reaching the softness of your skin, you are mine

And I could have the touch of you here, in this small meadow; and gaze

upon your form for hours; as if painting your portrait, and watch the sun

Burst upon your flesh; to create such a divine interjection,

And wrestle with the words I should say, to make all of your pains go away;

and press onwards and ask about the sentence you have been handed down

from this God you claim; what death will grasp hold on you; how will you die

Festive hands and open hearts turn dark; and when we think of death,

it's no small matter; when the cold touches our hands; and turns the skin pale

Her grasp, on life's dividing sentence; leaves little amusement.

I am a coward, and I should raise myself to the class of my oppression;

sieve the sky for what it's worth, and drink to the remnants of an

untidy future; the bleak, black future I have birthed;

So when the sun shines, in the beginning of the morning,

And when the moonlight passes through my place; I will be thinking of you,

and of my failure to seduce; and I will think of property and poisons;

And small lanterns, lit brightly as the shining of the stars;

What I might induce in you while you are sleeping, what dreams should

I provide for you in your bed; I'll wrap you in chaos, and section off

the blinder parts of mind; make the feelings of anxiety run high;

You are my perfect experiment; closed off, and dead to your anticipation

I want to make you feel; something. So you can close off the blinder parts

and reel in the delightful fury of an awakened mind; see the sun in all its

fury bloom, when the day has just begun.

We're waking, and this sleep has little to be desired; dormant

lies, prostrate bodies and seductive eyes; hold the partial

innocence of our required faith

Your god; and my abduction by the lords of space and time

Two tracts; and one beholden thunder, as it were ;

holding me under and beneath the waves of the unconscious mind;

and I breathe slowly; ever more slowly as I look into your eyes

And see the flame of ages, wrapped in incandescent waves of blue

You slowly expose everything, while I watch; too enraptured to

move; too much heat to breathe, and when my body seizes up

There is no rescue from this darkness in my mind; no answer to

be gotten at; no time to sieve and sort out the rain from the mud

And I keep closed my hourglass; so it won't fall and break,

I keep the whole world emptied as I am; and wrestle you into the ground

so you can't see my eyes as they make tears; for all these hundred

years I have been waiting for you to show yourself to me.

Your ties and your strong bindings; as we hold each other, my face

softens; and I am bound to you in an aetheric sphere; my clothes

And my skin are the two defining surfaces of our sacred vow;

But the soul needs to feed, and the spirit hungers; so for now,

let us feast upon our flesh; but know that there are deeper

yearnings in my stomach; I long for the blood of your pain.

As reflection for my own pains which I suffer; I long for you

to scream, and bleed; as I have been bled

A soul of destructive psychosis; mine is, a soul bent

Misshapen, and abused; days spent in loneliness; within my chamber,

tampering with twilight and the muse; a dawn does break

And I will break in two; and you should mirror my reflection

as I do.

The devil's out for playtime; and the sticks are in his bag;

flesh out the fires, and bring the rags; and we'll have supper

Waiting for you; when the dawn breaks.

The bending strain of my unconscious psyche; as it upholds our

future and pretends to seize you; in my arms, I seize you

Without restraint; culminating in a life of ill refrain

You choose what pathways darkness you shall dwell within;

and I shall seize you either way; and hold you ill at ease,

With temperament's ill adjustment, I will shadow you

In the chaos of my broken mind; I'll shatter your dreams,

and bring the light of a broken shard of glass; reflected

in your eyes; and cut--

Make a perfect incision against your skin; to match my own

scar as it heals; and we'll walk through the shadows seeking

tears and howling as the dogs do; in the reaches of night

You'll play my bride and I, your lonesome fugitive;

As we play against the fire's bleeding light, and you will

dance for me; against your will, you'll drop your clothes

And dance for me; within the moonlit cavern of our bed.

I come to you, lonely as I am; and dreamless.

Without the washing of my eyes or the fettered feeling of my legs

to lock me in; I come to you, in place of my disguise and in place of lies

Naked and exposed; and cold without the goose pimples as a proof; I lie

next to you, and unwrap myself from all deceits and unsteadiness of mind,

Colluding with the shallow portions that bring out the truths in me;

And it's divine, this walk through the shallows; with you, in simple

steps, using simple language; but only come a short ways; or I will close

you out; the shadows fall eventually, and the cave collapses;

And within this dark matter I abide; my lengthy scope of time, I twist

and writhe; in the plain markings of day, you cannot see

The echoes of this marshland; wrapping its mind around me.

And eventually I shut the door; turn out the lights, and close my eyes;

to turn in heavy sleep and unlit dreams; alone, in the dark chasms

From whence I come.

An untidy mess of memory; strands sometimes I can't remember where

they are placed; but every thin and imperfect piece of you is held

Secure; siphoned off to where I will remember

And your form of beauty; your gorgeous eyes come clear within the confines

of my restrictive space; and I hold you there, more than any place

As the perfect conjecture of what a body should look like

Between the hips and eyes; your bust

Sculpted to perfection; and your breasts the center of my attention;;

curved and cupped within the hand, but so cold to the touch; so unrealistic

this purity of form; this conjectured piece of gold, this not-so-fragile

Folding of the flesh; it takes two pieces; melted into one pot, to make her

breathe; and she is lacking your soul, your innocence; and your surrender

to bring life into the fold; without your essence; without your purity of mind

She is lifeless; bland, and cold.

I melt into time's forever flow, and hold my hand up to the sky;

surrendering myself to God's persistent screams; of life's great

secrets, and its truths; I come, into the chamber you were born from,

And walk upon the madness of an open mind; stretched out cavern

of the soul; waking to the feeding frenzy of a thousand hungry birds

And I can't keep them alive; not with this flesh and blood and bone

But fortune's dry salve can lay them down; to bed and after, a blurred

redemption of a smile. And when we walk upon the dry leaves; we'll

burn the noise into our memory; and our hands' touch too

Fire comes, and takes us; fire always comes to overshadow the rest

And with our feet pounding; and with the scare, we wrestle each our own

demons, pounding hearts preceding us; And into the fury of the flames,

we burn ourselves; leave scars upon the wrist where we had bled

And when the infants come to see us; with our curses laid in fire,

they'll be blood and ash for them to drink; and when their carcasses

rise above; floating on the pond, we'll see each other's forms

Floating on the bleeding waters.

A shell; contents kept secret and secure, for no other woman's mind

But in this shell, lies a loneliness and a vacuum; that few will ever

touch; it is my private estate, and there's no entrance but through

The mouth of your seduction, press your lips against mine;

I will tell you everything there is to tell; just ask, in small whispers

and as I hear; the fruit will fall, and you will eat a bite or two;

And as I close myself to you; you'll hear a drowning flame

Toiling in the wind; and reaching out, hurling its last bout of life

Against the bottom of its wax enclosure; and as you fade to distant shores,

I'll blow my heat against your face; and you won't want it anymore,

But it is yours; it burns for only you, and here in the darkness

Of my well, where time closes in on me; and the demons howl in shadowy dimness

And where my life ends; in a shadow of destructive power.

Distant wells; the pools of life, where I would drink until my body

could no longer sustain it; bloated with her moisture, her lips

Cool, and pressed against my own; desire's hollow

And here within the confines of my bed; I turn the reading light on

and instead of Moses or the prophets; I choose her delicate responses

written in a bath of blood and black ink; scratched out on parchment paper

For when the crows call, and the night begins to bleed into the moonlight's

mind; there forms a shadow made of substance and form; not lacking speech

A rest, after a warm shower and the night's reading; a rest

Within my comfort's hold; my cradle, my hollow shell of skin; I rest,

and seize my discomfort within my dreams. I fall into a world of

Mechanical corruptiveness; metal machines, and clockworks

These spinning gears do not enlighten; they divide the night from darkness;

and collide against the substance of the stars; fragmenting peace and dream

alike; and as I bleed, and as the whole world goes up in flames

I read ; her delicate responses, bathed in blood.

My face is fallen, like the rest of me; and I keep the covers close

to my face; as I light the candle at my bedside, and get up to close

the door; to keep you out.

Yet you knock, and your persistence pays; I open my mind

And shelter myself beneath your branches; you become my covers in the

darkness of my room; and I hold you tightly, so that I may not fall

Into the shadows; into the darkness of my loneliness, into discomfort.

And here I breathe your name upon my lips; and shatter all my fears

of hopelessness; and I survive, rolling your name across my tongue

There is comfort in the curves of your body; but it's not the body

that entrances me; it is doting and ill reflections in the pools

of your eyes, it is the serene darkness within you that compromises me

And though I hold my tongue, except your name;

I speak loudly every word that comes to mind.

In her pursuit of me, she's lost and can't comprehend why; in this decision

tree, she can't find her way; and with an algorithmic mindset played through

shadows; and spots of flame

Leading the way towards the exit; away from me,

All stages and all the holy particles born of angels; decide to stray away

from me; but through her eyes there speaks

A cataclysm of rebuking wind; who would seize an opportunity to play

within the confines of this puzzle palace; would capture the queen,

and seduce her

Three moments and a notice from the police; to catch the train out of town,

despite her secret longing for this play to carry onwards and upwards; to

escalate into the makings of a film, with highlighted sequencing

But she will pray, and carry on; toward the exit post

And sign her name upon the ticket to a shallow existence.

The sentience of the tide, as it rolls over me; and I feel its sublime arms

reaching over me; as if the distance to our eyes were suddenly fixed between

the cork's near enclosure of a bottle, and I can peer into your soul

That almost empty bottle, with a hint of wine splashing against the bottom

And I hold myself perfectly still, for days; within the confines of my suction

and I won't dream of anything except the enclosure that captivates me so

Distill me in your soul; and give me want to step inside and see

Take the fiery remainder of my passion, and douse it in your liquid spell;

and complete the course of action while we replicate this passion with our bodies

Let the fluids of our sexual urges take us under; and as the waves once did,

roll over me like the tide; take me in again, and roll yourself over me;

And we will dig a hole to place our bottle; in the cleanness of the sand

upon the shore, we'll dig and let it pass out of remembrance.

My walk into the everlasting darkness; as I drip the last bit of wax

from my only candle; and light fades in layers of grey and blue

Here, in the divide of death and life; where seasons have no remainder

I breathe in your incense; and devour the memory of your lips pressed

tightly against mine, and seek for myself a shelter from this pain

Remembering misery as it was; when all the lights turn off

Regain a small essence of composure; and enter, bleeding at the wrist;

her ferocity, and your exposure to the sun within my mind's eye;

Cast a curious negative; no doubt a transference of our sin

And without the pressures of life holding me in, I step one foot into

the pond of death; and press in another, caving as my mind closes

And all we see is absence; the grave reminder that we are only temporary

All I see is you. Fading into darkness like a shadow; pressed up against me.

Push the quietude against my breast; and make it hum.

Melt the shadows of my fear with your small words, dear; and make them

come within the boundaries of my exalted sphere of truths, where I

keep secrets to endure past eleven; And we'll raise cups to the sky

In praise of all our foreign gods, tonight past eleven

And when the angels speak, we'll listen and lower our bodies in submission;

and drain the well of all our sins, and speak the name of God softly

Upon lips painted the color of blood, bright red blood as if we've

eaten the sacrificial lamb;

Remember when I held you so tightly; and wouldn't let you get away;

your fingers pressed hard into me with nails biting; and I screamed

a bit of pain; and I lost my mind, within your bosom

Now this bright red blood is all we have;

To separate us from the darkness, so let's collude and bring our

chasm close; and weep our deepest desires into the pool.

The fear of being left all alone; as the voices in my head consume me

and your breath is out of reach and out of touch; and your eyes turn

gloomy in the midnight air; so much broken heart to bear witness

To this unseen thunder, rolling in upon the hills of night

And when the earth resumes her glorious day, I will be left to fend

with the demons; beneath my bed, writhing in excruciating pain;

And you'll be left to watching after me; head bent in sorrow,

As the day breaks, and all has been forgiven; save my sins, save

the torment of my own mind, raving mad

And you will listen as I speak words that make no sense to you;

and you will save a memory of a dying soul; wreaking havoc on a body

Slitting the wrists of her distempered human form;

Making a mess of her bedsheets, in a sacrament of blood and sexual

fulfillment; and when she sleeps; you'll cradle her in your arms,

Never waking up; I will never pierce my gaze into this life again.

It is still death, isolated from the shadows and the flames;

purged from the belly of its mother and cast into the grave,

She sees my feats and unrequited passion; fusing

With the fires of the night's dark witchery; and she chooses

not to obey; to leave when she is called to the affair; she comes

down the mountain and braces herself for the howling

And then the night begins its misery; its dark and passionate love

And every orifice bleeds; each window to the soul bleeds fire and

blood; and the rage of emotion; the cacaphony of bitter tears

Inflamed and edged onwards into further grief; she stays her hand

and slights me by her lack of interest; and I breathe heavy, I wonder

Who could let this happen to me; when the lights shut out

And all the world drenched with shadow and flame; and blood, and a curse

upon her name, and a curse upon her temple where she prays; an outlet

for my remains to stay in one piece; and the blood pours out in thick

Globules; I remain embittered by her lack of patience and her paper thin

character; as the hole in my heart; this black emptiness consumes me.

The papercuts burn, pleasantly taking the mind off other matters;

a simple tear rolls down the cheek; without heartache or regret

Simple pain; without the years of longing and fascination

Obsession, to retire the thoughts into the deeper stretch of mind;

and so I cut myself; to make it bleed, I dip my hand in flame

To make the thoughts recede; And I put ice against my veins.

Dithered dreams and vacant stares into the everlasting stream of

consciousness; all these recede, into a pool of ice

Where I take my bath; to let my body breathe and my soul recede;

Without her in my veins, without her lost connection to hold onto,

I am able to proceed; and life becomes another gesture to the

God of pain.

I can feel the drip, the wet rain of blood pouring down; and it feels

good, I can hear the echo of a sound I shed not long ago; rage and

pain; delivered through the cracks in the walls

but this sick mood of burning pain in isolation; and the welts

On my legs; the bruising.

Locked in the shadow of my mind; the bitter feel of her tongue,

writhing against my skin, the foul mood swings; and bitterness

Of her betrayal; the scorching heat against my wrists;

It's all an uncontrolled reaction to a drifter in the pains of

heated rage; and I feel hunger.

Within me, beside her; her non-reactive self

what could I do to break this spell of silence

And get a reaction out of her; it's all in vain,

and so I turn to the caterwaul; and raise my voice

to stop this silent night.

The threaded wraps of ivy around our wrists; the bleak look of

surrender in your eyes; as lips press, and our hands touch; the soul

Of earthen mounds and clumps of clay; struck with wooden staves

This heartless night collapsing in on us; when wood chips away,

leaving glass; sculpted into the shadows as they play against

the stones; the fields are full of creatures and the woods

Are seasoned sacrificial pyres; oh, to the burning of the witches.

And for our sins; we seek repentance, but find no forgiveness

in this holy sea; the earth opens up its maw

To deliver us; in death, and so we seize our moment for a prayer

What prayers can do to save us; but we pray, and with our lives

at the door to our demise, we make our feet print heavily

Into the sand; into the ocean's water, and into each other

we take our breath; our last goodbye, and press onward into

death's divide.

Fueled by the forgiveness of the sun; as it breaches shadows and

swims within the dawn air; and I can shed my feelings of despair,

as the light permeates me in an otherwise dark affair;

Shedding off the last flakes of the moonlight; I dry

My tears and press my eyes against the sun; until shapes bleed

into my retinas; and the damage done is permanently scarred

Upon my inner eye; where I can see without a hint of light,

and the darkness of the night blinds only my flesh; only my flesh

Remains untouched, the burns take time to heal; and even then

leave scars, and my emotions are a mess; and her leaving

Has torn my temple in two; a fragile broken mess

Fighting with time; I'm fighting to burn the city to cinders.

As we wrap ourselves in the fires of our lust, and breathe the toxins

of desire; to trust one another so completely as to let the other fall

When clouds of innocence rain down; and bleed the sky dead

We break our trust; consume each other on a bed of shattered glass;

poison ivy and dust, taken from the mouths of the dying

We work it into ritual; our dark affair, and wreath a ring around ourselves

Incense and poison; blood with wine to drink ourselves into oblivion,

and we bathe in milk; to keep the body pure for its eventual destruction;

Caress me, in the howling winds; so I may see my shadow play upon the walls;

distress me with more pain than I can bear, misshape me for this love's affair

and play for me a soft and lonely lullaby;

That I may procure for you an answer, to the dimming of the flame

We may be lost; and we may be lovestruck; but the bleeding shall continue

through until the last of our love has shattered to the ground.

While the words bleed pools into the mind, while the faith in God collides

with static electricity; and the thought patterns of my brain coalesce into

Spirals of light; I take my leave and walk into the darkness

The mind's forgotten edges, where I can find you hidden in the shades of grey;

and I collect our bodies from the filth of our decaying reason; hidden from

Insanity's transcendent flight; a shrapnel bomb provoked by these small fires

and inching ever onward into the misery of saints; we hold a congress; you and I

In the circle of our sacrilegious pyre; where you contain your memories of birth

against my oppressive madness; and desire, we feed each other remains of our lamb

Slaughtered for the pyre's escalation to the gods;

And as I breathe your name upon my lips; and keep close watch and wait for your

upheaval; into dreams, into psychadelic visions; into the great beyond

Where drinks of blood and water, and wine ring clearly like the sun

And I can't keep you colder any longer; we must heat up the night; we must

burn the village to the ground.

The absence of a dream come true; when you walked into my room

and said you loved me; before the cock had crowed three times

And then you left me; isolated and reconstructing my life

Now it's been ten years of solitude, refined by the fires of a

sickened mind; wrapped up in insanity and desolation; the fires

of lust still burn for you, without any waters to cool them off

So I will bleed and hurt myself; to end this bitter pain

Of emotional isolation; I will withdraw myself into a bed of nails,

and seek the comfort that comes from cutting myself to pieces

True love comes but once; and is a painful affair

Let the eyes close; and let the sins of our fathers remain;

let the world close in on us; and let the curtain draw nigh

Against the flesh, these sins in solitude provide an easy shelter

From the pain of my heart's fury.

Forever rain, the clouds cast down their judgment; a contemporary closure

of ice and fire; and blood, cast upon the ruins of a land we once called

Home; beyond the beaten path, beyond the surveillance

Only we could overshadow these woods with the gaze of the gods;

and only in the shroud of silent films projecting over our sins;

Could we make love within the reaches of our cave

Still, the sun sets upon its perfect landscape; and still,

the cock crows at the break of dawn; while we beat out our

Rhythm patterns against an old and dusty drum

Making love as music, in the warmth of the night's fire;

bathing ourselves in each other's ecstasy as water of flesh

In the dreamscape silhouette; we place ourselves in baths

and listen to the old, dead music as we shave our heads

And smile as the end of the world breaks us apart.

I hide myself from you; in layers of esoteric text, without a hint or a

reminder of what you're looking for; it's a charade, a part I play

And you won't break the code; to enter in my mind

And my emotions are locked almost enough to keep you from digging into me;

but there's a stirring sensation in my heart; and I won't notice until

It's too late to lock you out; to gain some semblance of control

I've lost before everything I had to a woman; subdued by her seduction

And I won't be abased, I won't be denied my cool corruption of character;

I won't play the sweet hearted fool; and let you in, under my skin

There are dreams of love; and they are lost on me,

I have no remainder of trust in the purity of love; it is a dangerous thing,

worth fighting against; not for. So keep your hands to yourself; and let me out

And I will stand my ground; against your prying.

Diagram of the sun; as if we were to supplant nature and take it as our own

and we may have, in times to come; already conquered the sun, and made it

our machine to fuse and jam and light and burn;

But you, my lover; never heard a word from you; my lover, but I would

conquer you, to steal your attention; and your flame ; and your love.

What God send now, in passages are cold and irreverent spaces in the dark;

to show myself a dream of me which could collapse, and I will swing the

sword's bare edge; into the darkness and the madness,

Chaos and construction of madness' mind ensues; and I can't contain the

anxiety much longer without violent refrain;

And I run blind in a world of faith; without the ability to see,

why we pursue what we do; and why there is a God, and what magic He has

It's all chaos, it's all a violent substance mixed together and waiting

to explode; it's all chemistry, and codes.

So when the angels come at last and seek me out; I'll be waiting with

my gas mask and a pair of pliers; for the world's end, and the movement

of life to begin again.

The blazing heat, which burns a hole inside of me; yet lets me

still exist; my death with my life, the two are fragmentary bonds

And in the realm of possibility, it holds; this sweet construction

I offer you up my body and my soul, to breathe freely or collapse;

and to you, my love I take what breath I had and pour out all my

passion into our pot; to stir and keep it moist and ready

Love me. And I will hold you up above the stars; and shine

What little light I have left upon your face, you'll wake with

angels on your brow; dancing like in a crown, and I will feed you

The likeness of the moon; and see you fingering your harp

We'll wake from shadows and indiscrete passions; and find new ways

to love each other; we'll run away, into the passages of time;

where only the chosen laugh and sing; we'll see the world

As time has broken it up; and press onwards into the simplicities

of a love's affair; made perfect through the gods' endowment.

The show and the tell in your eyes; how quickly it crosses between

truth and deceit; and lies, in this bare and wasted land; I see your

heart pounding and mine; my heart is racing too

But what good is it for if love is trickery; and deceitful, what good

are broken promises and lies; so when the heart falls and we open up

the flesh, we'll see a remainder in the skin and in the muscle

What more is there to love when all the ashes are spent, and the heat

has turned to an ice-cold sore; I long for the hot days of summer,

What's turned you against me, and what has taken place within my sores

These cheapened threads of woven wire; rusted and bent, and broken; within

my sores I break my own disembodied heart; with deceit, and lies; and

Half-truths spoken through my lover's ear; These bent and broken shards

Of mind, wound simply through a steady fog, and layers, and layers of

encapsulating mesh; woven steadily into a broken mess.

As the truths of life bear witness; unraveling my words upon their

fingertips; I come as an uncollected piece of dust portrayed against

the wind, and I show myself ; unsparkling as I am

When we meet again, in the shadows of my corruptive sphere, and dance;

you'll play for me something ; some music to fill the air with magic

And I'll pray peace, and usher in love's containment in a spell;

So bleak are our eyes, and so dusty are our feet, as we walk through

the mansions of our minds; and seize this morning's atmosphere with

A bondage we can't break; without us, on the other side

Lies the movement of our longing; yet we can't come across it; there

is no movement we can obtain to break the spell; and so we sit, in

isolation; and so we sleep; and each eye's piercing through the darkness

Blows a whistle that is too dim for the hearing of the gods.

Dead, in the contemporary closure of our mind's playground; dead, as the

stars sing hallelujah, and the earth opens up its gates; forever entwined

In this chaotic laughter of a mind; broken and ill at ease

Step here, my lover; into the pond of the frogs' laughter, where the breeze

takes hold and enters in the mind; we'll make a bath together and carry out

the purpose of the clouds, as they roll and they rush into the moment's

Slow, corruptive skin; bury the fog and push the morning breeze into another

life's systematic skew, I bring the morning, you bring the canopy

Slow, entropic wind; as it blows beneath our skirts, and raises up our

under things; we blow our harmonic singing through those same winds;

Raising up the sky; and dropping the earth from its window pane

You are my sweet seduction; mistress of the night, and in this cool

summer breeze; I will incorporate the desires of my mind, and blow

Once again, against the falling stars; upon the wind

To overshadow the mist, and carry it into the motion of a summer's air.

Your entropic script, poured out upon the pages of my diary; our

collaborative ensemble, constructed for the goddess of the night;

Piece by piece, and word for word; destructive thoughts

And antagonizing speech; while we succumb to broad horizons in our

work; the shapelessness of being and the curiosity of forms; considered

plagiarized; and dumbed down for the consumption of beauty's heart

And when the mist rolls in, upon the ocean's shore; we feed

On the entropy of the gods; their lack for luster and their movement

through our bodies, and as we merge in this sea ; our bodies

twisted and turned by the rolling hills of the tide

We open up our mouths; and drink the salted waters

Dreaming as we do, the open-ended starlit dreams of youth and innocence

as we purge our bodies through and through; with this intoxicating drink

And we sleep, beneath the waves as they crest; and dream of death's

company; and the bittersweet taste of life and its punishments.

Incorporated bits of esoteric knowledge, written down in script so we can

strip down the baker's dozen into contemporary slits, and feed the goats

the paper strips of reason's incongruity; you liken it to an anamorphism;

And as we succeed in shaping our corner of the world's events; it brings

a constitution and clarity into my eyes; and I breathe your words, as

sacred white lies; and spread disinformation through my channels

We talk, and breathe; and laugh our chaotic spasms of laughter

While you take up your arms and plan assault; I sit and reason, I watch

and plan; to take you underneath the sea; with me

And if you hadn't know I am infatuated; it is lust uncensored

Try to wake up your eyes and see; it isn't cold grey melodies that play

between us; it is the hot stewing of an unearthed body; beating with flames

Breathing in ecstasy; with the rhythms of the saints, and as they march

to war in your great cluster of chaos; I will watch patiently

And wait for my moment to subdue you.

Foreclosure; and the still of the earth as we howl, into the night's

abandoned sky, where all the stars soak up the pain of our unbegotten

child; and we sway, and we swerve through the wood

Taking on the seizures of our threatened minds

To sweep the shadows in, and cluster the remnants of truth which lay

beyond our eyes; a tincture and a flame's wisened words; spilt to

learn and taken in upon our wildest fantasy

A chill of sorts; a seizure of pain running up our spines;

As we envy the forgotten gods and goddesses who had trapped the world

in their hands; and spun essence of the muse into being; we ride the

waves and finger our instruments as we play with thunder

And when the world collapses through our sins; we migrate westward

Leaving the ruins of our misbegotten child; and through our sins

we play our instruments in parity with our own lonely night's sky.

Alive but mostly dead; in the confines of dreams of desperation,

she chooses to drown herself, she shows the world nothing of her

beauty; because she lacks self-esteem, and confidence

And her derision; and her pain, I see her suffering

This crimson star, built upon the essence of the night; she weeps

in a pool of blood, and intoxicating fury for the self she could

not discover; and she weeps for me,

The lone voice; who she will speak for.

And when night closes in around her, she will weep again; as if

the world were empty for her cause, and she will drown herself

in fantastic sirens of the darkness; and expose herself

To harm's bright angled edge; and burn for the luster

Of a beautiful face, and burn for his intoxicating lies; like smoke

and mirrors, she will make herself unknown and unwanted; with

just a hint of self-exposure to the lens;

Enough to carry on a memory of youth, beauty, and love.

The pain that you feel is a shared pain; you lack the understanding

of how the world works, we are all trapped within ourselves; we are

all lonely beacons glowing in the night sky;

And when your summer ends; and you are ready for the fall

Beware, the seasons how they throw you down into the dark; and cold

awaits us all; so cheer up and enjoy this last bout of warmth;

In my eyes, there is a clarity in my despair; and a closed entrance

to the deeper wells that bloom within; I am not all darkness

Cold, in its climax; can consume your dreams and leave you empty;

So take for yourself a coat; and walk steadily through the night,

and leave the fall; and winter to their own, and wait for spring

When the bees come out; and the birds sing praises

Wait for the glory of the day to blossom; and look in the mirror

to see the beauty deep within; it will rain, it will pour its

crying eyes; to see you alight with the essence of your smile.

We swallow up the shadows in the darkness; and leave each other light

while you consume the pieces of my heart; I leave the fractures placed

upon the fire, and as you go away; as you walk steadily

Away from me, I close my eyes; count to ten and breathe

One drop of love is all I need; to patch this broken mess of mine, one

small incision and you could have had it whole; without have breaking

Me into pieces; leaving me to wallow in the darkness of the mire

But you had not the fashion for this model's build; and didn't

comprehend what you had done; a week in this life's essential trust

What have the crows said about this; what have the ravens

And beneath the shallow light of the moon, I rise; without footprints

and without the fire inside, there is no beacon of lust to set me right;

I have no foothold to keep me free from falling.

We rise above the cacaphony of the hell we'd feared would swallow us;

we pray, and we isolate ourselves in summer's shelter; where the cold

winds can't reach us; and in this dawn of simplified transmutation

We pray again; to the gods, that they may take us under

And into their heavenly hold; but it's just a fantasy, life's measure

enough to capture all the essence of our journey; there need not be

Heaven or hell to take hold; and bring us after them

Right now, in this clear spun symphony of the daylight hours; where

caterpillars run up the ivy stalks; where the birds feed on the bugs

below and against our feet; as we stay our stance

Just now, I traveled to your world; within words, and I saw pain

Here, there is enough pain for the both of us; within my eyes and trapped,

here and now; we feast upon each other's flesh, and spew the grasses

against our eyes; how long will this go on, this untimely dithering

Of the senses; when all I wish for and long for is your presence

In my life, your everlasting hold upon my heart.

Deep, in the ocean's waves; when we break free of ourselves and sing

to the sky; deep and locked in shadow, when the night calls over us;

And we breathe deeply for our troubles; and we break the surface

Of our lies; as they rise up again, ready to consume us; within the waves

of our unconscious minds, and as we go through the valley of death

with just one light, to hold the pieces of our mind together;

We drink the waters; filled with death, disease

And we hunger for the seasons to change; to pass out death's quick judgment

and cause calamity to overtake us in the night; we breathe a breath and seize

Our death, as it were walking beneath us;

These ocean tides, severed mists of ocean spray; spewed upon us, as we try

with all our might to dissipate beneath the water's edge; and gain a seed

of death; to drink the waters of the sea; and drown

To drown beneath an endless tide and see the world as beautiful as imagined.

We are moving into a song of silent tears; and I watch as they roll

down through a staircase of unwritten hymns; and seize the luster

of their rhymes, their innocent refrain; and I come into the mind

Of forgotten dreams; and ill received fantasy, the walk

Of purity in laughter as I climb; transcending the dark patterns of

my own entanglements with choice, and love's despair; of greeting

And the false oscillations of our youth; we travel in rings and

circuits, through the dimly lit night; and wind our way to majestic

shores; where we keep company with angels, and the demons of our

Ill begotten dreams; We wake, and we linger on

While the world lays waste to our flesh; and sentences us to the death

of our days; and we come to an understanding that we may see light

Before death; when we drown eternal in the autumn's gate.

The melting of the seasons; in these small strips of time, as we wash

our hands of our corruption; I want to share something with you, within

these pools; we'll take a towel for wetting and one for drying off

Break the surface with your candle; as we sweat, cold sweat

And light the wick and let the beam burst forth; it is a calm and steady

flame that I want you to issue; slowly and steadily is the call of winter

When I walk you out, into the cold night; and shadows loom

Beneath the frosty trees; we'll wander as we crave forgiveness; as we stalk

into the graves of our ancestral home; we'll loom like shadows, playing

in the darkness and we'll cast ourselves against the light of a single flame

Before the night's end; when feelings are corrupted, emotions spent on

lust and the fragrance of our sins; we'll speak to each other of dreams

Of the unconsciousness of mind as it lingers softly on the tongue.

Free of the chains that hold us down against the coffins we were made for;

and left to travel unknown lands in search of something better than a quick

death; your eyes, as they look out upon a barren waste;

And your hair; how it dances upon your pretty face,

I've found a reason worth living for in this entrapment; of a world, and I

see clearly in your eyes the reflection of my soul; and it bursts with unsteady

love; that I can feel swelling in my veins; so don't you hold in the night

But let it go, let it swing and sway; let the breeze collect upon your fingers,

and make way for when the world turns to ash; and we are frozen still; I'll

seize your face, in an unprecedented kiss; and sway your mind

To see the world the same as I; for in this cruel corruption of an undying sphere

there's only love to take us to a better place; where drops of rain and nettle doesn't

sting; and the cool parade of water that collects will be a mass for drinking;

And lips too perfect for making love with; clench down upon dry bread; as we down

Our sunday's wine and eat to fulfillment of the sacrifice; and choose our God

to fill our souls with quiet relief; and entertain the mind of bitter abstinence.

The unsettling feeling, waking up in the middle of the night; as the crow

breathes down my neck; and there are demons running through my thoughts

Sweet secrets, they tell me; as the crow calls

And into the perch of the midnight bird, I call out my response; but nobody's

looking at me; no one hears my voice; so I hold tightly to my blanket, and I

wait for some response; for someone else to listen

And I gaze at the midnight sky; and see an epitaph carved within the stars

My very death, marked as upon a tombstone; and I howl at the midnight moon,

and drop the voice again as I hear the very same response as last night;

What weathers on the mind is its weary tone; its grave defense at its call

So long, sleeping in the shadows of my face; this bitter voice laughing

at me, making a mockery; so I climb to the edge of the stairs and sing

What love song I can stir up in my howling sphere; deep within the echoed

chambers of my lungs, the voice of myself; I howl upon the wind with

certainty of pure emotive force; and crave the ill response

And the wind cries; the stars, shining brightly make a tear; I have

reached out into the heart of some mystic woman; and made her feel.

Sentenced to die; and with a breath taken, we do die. And when we die,

what lingers on the lips that we once inhabited; what form do we take

In this shallowness of breath; and what lies, spoken into darkness

Persist with our passing; do the ancients still inhabit the earth;

are our souls recycled like the grass and the bodies of the dead;

Do we consume some other beastly form for our entertainment

Until passing through becomes our nightly escapade; Or do we die

completely; as the soul becomes a shadow, and flees from life

like a demon running from the heat of the sun

We all must pay with our lives; and hear the voice of the hereafter;

Until the seasons change, and the light becomes a morbid thing;

to test us as we pass into death's great cradle; do you see them coming,

and have you ears to hear their voices blow upon the wind;

Reach out, and touch the night with me; reach out into the gazing

of the distant stars; and succumb to the beauty that is death, surrounding us.

The form fits; as your interpretation of God's clothes wears thinly on

your body; and rests flat and beautiful, and your eyes; the window to

what lies beyond this world; your dreams and the synthesis of pain

I have accumulated every fragment that I could of your face

And muster in my relief, an etching of your body in its purest form;

so I hold you dearly beneath my own clothing; within my inner sanctum

To worship you; and I pray that you'll not be long

In holding me close, in the flesh; but I can't count on anything of the

reality of skin, so I breathe a bit of pain in isolation; and I drift

against the corners of my mind; where silence fades into screaming

And the darkness rises, in drifts; within the corners of my mind

And you, the inner sanctum; with clear and plastic pain, etched out

in secret; you form the beauty that I contain, all markers of the

inner beauty that permeates us all.

She craves the same thing I do; at our attention's edge, where emotion

spills into the pool and we get drunk of the feelings of each other's

hearts; when all the world collapses in, and we save ourselves

Through the kiss of this eternal soul; and darkness cannot reach

The pool where innocence's frailty is challenged, and the weak are left

to do the dirty work of cleaning up their mess; while the purity of heart

Collides with the spirit of truth; and we are consumed with passion

Pure and unrestrained passion; playing upon the strings of emotion's lyre

and shedding out its harmonic song; upon the water's surface; and there's

a glare, and a glowering to be had in its abode;

Two lies; two microscopic untruths told in secret between two lovers

And the the dissonance remembers her name; and discord plays its song,

however briefly; when love begins to fall, and the daylight hour passes

into naught but the semblance of a lie; a dream past living

And we surprise each other with the backlash; and the pain lingers

Love, impure and unrestrained in giving what it's worth; the dominant

hand plays upon the harp of another's life; and demands injustice.

Alive, in the summer fields; where the fresh breath gathers into our lungs

and here, beneath the breeze's footprint we lay our own; in grass, with the

cool sensation of the blades against our feet; and we dive headlong

Into the depths of the sky; seeking out the meaning of the sun

And as it rises fully to its lengthened height; we measure our meaning against

life's greatest mysteries; as we might attempt to resolve our inmost fears

Gaining wisdom through the fury of the bleeding sun, as it rises still

And I take you in my arms; and show you the mysteries of sin; as we embrace,

against the wishes of the world; as we take in our lust and spread it high

Across the ocean's mist as it sprays; leaving nothing untouched

We fly, across a barren world; blanketed with our sins and leave nothing

untouched; as we begin to wane; and let the mysteries of our sins be buried

As summer comes close to its end; and our flame fades

I wonder how high the sun will rise come winter.

This slow and bitter silence; that grows between breaths, the loneliness

which fills the deeper parts of me; when I feel your absence; truly feel

within the deeper parts of me; these echoes of emptiness and pain

How long will I wait; for your return, and will you ever make it

Here, in the long stretch of silence; I wait, growing impatient more and more

as the cavern collapses and I feel I am suffocating; each breath brings me

closer to death; and I would die, if I had to wait forever

So don't leave me here, hanging by a thread of a hope; come to me.

And as you appear; and angelic force blown in by the gods; I come to laugh

and smile; and even my heart begins to dance; so much have I missed you,

And cold and lonely winter turns to spring; and the forest sings out in praise

Only one small chance for misery; when you have depleted all there is to know

within my heart; within the reaches of my soul, what then; mistress of the night,

What will the shadows bring; and what will the cold say to me then;

For now, I'll bathe in the warmth of your fire; and breathe easy; without a care

for the corruption of tomorrow's world.

Disheartened eyes; the chromosomes of lies bleeding into my veins;

the epitome of all my failures, as they stain with sin my heart;

And it bleeds; against the strain of my oppression

Its toxic seeds surround me as I watch for any way out; your eyes

so lovely, hold me in the darkness; but it's not enough to keep me

And so I look for others; I sense their final form of forgiveness

Enrapturing me in a steady state of mind; and I'm no longer in flux,

I've found a pattern that works; and I can take two, or three

and place them on my banister; to keep the comfort levels high enough

To breathe; it's all I wanted, this satiated stability of formlessness

Captured in the locking of the eyes; to wait and watch as my fulfillment

rises through the mist and claims my soul; I need arrest; I need the heart's

failure to prolong my life, I need the emptiness and longing;

I need to live; I need to love, fully through my enclosed space

And when the needle sticks in and injects the final dose of death;

I need you there; holding me, holding my hand.

Estranged in youth's forgotten quest to disseminate the threads of

our ill begotten dream; and to retaliate against the demon's seed

As it migrates through the west, and finds its home in our wombs

So we shall carry out our destiny; to term, and place the bottled

reason on its shelf; to sit and to burn in its eternal hell, as

A corruptive flame can only spell the last word of its name;

Lengthened hands are holding onto the last remaining particles

of our disposed corruption; and they bury each other's burns

In the ice cold waters of the fountain of youth; so we regain

the glory of the first of the fallen; before we concede to sleep's

remainder; before we dip our eyes in the bath of blood

Do you suppose, love, that the seasons may complete their course

one day; and leave nothing of the autumn's grey silence; nor ought

of summer's stead; will we bake bread between the accumulation

Of our own misgivings; and seize the cold night's shadows between

our legs; as we spread; to birth, and give light into the darkness

The ever loving light of a firstborn child as sacrifice.

Let loose the shallowness of these constricting thoughts; and free

yourself from the ties that bind; it isn't long now, that we last

Through summer; and are passed into the shadows of death

So hold on to what you have; cling to life as dear as it may be

the only shadow of the flame that flickers within thee; you may

Not live to see another day; so let the happiness spring

Forth from these constrictive thoughts; and purge the unwilling

fantasies of your daylight hours; breathe in the innocence of truth

And hold your breath; keep assembling and recombining

One day, in one hour; the world will be at its collapse; and all

your dreams and fantasies will have been for nothing; what is

And what will be; will come to pass, perhaps without your knowledge

So breathe in the air of innocence; and purge the midnight flame

let all the world combust without your care; for what lies within

the heart; within your breast may bear; lay bare and expose yourself

The truth will find you, and be pleased.

We beat the loose drum; the ones with horns, we beat the loose drum to

finish our our cadence, and make every mark upon our skin that was;

to be made perfect for the sentiment at hand; our sacrificial fire,

And the salt water; and a cup for our blood; and our bread to break

And the gold jewelery my mother gave me; and all these little trinkets

of life's resistance to change; all these forfeitures of breath;

To give a little of what life had offered in reutns; and without bleeding

and without calling on the name of the goddess of the moon; and without

Shelter; to keep our bodies warm and perfect, for our lady; without

the night to drain us of every memory; and fill us with all our fears;

Tonight will be a perfect work; for in our cave's breath there is a secret

whispered in the ears of all its worshippers; but tonight I'll take my leave,

For I have had enough of magic and gods; I see her face; in a dream, I see her face

perfect and serene; and innocent still after all these years; the woman is a girl

still struggling to break free; and as she sees me, and she smiles; and waves

I drift between fascination; satisfaction; and a smile, while we walk plainly

Down the aisle, and into family; and into friends, seeking our place among

the midnight stars.

Riders in the cold of night; seeking their solitude, as they find a place

to land; and as we scare the headless horsemen away; with our knives and

with our sad song; our peaceful air, and as we pray

We find that no one cares; no one comes to usher in our dreams

The rise and fall of the breast; does so in vain, for the shadow of a

spectre comes; the spirit of vengeance walks out upon the stillness of

the lake and ushers in a silence

Death will come to us; and hold our hand, and cry

But what of the living; what of the tears we hold inside, and what of

pain for forgetfulness; and what of loss in dream, are these all

Part of the reason for my insanity; could evening light

The way to our enclosure, and our trapped space; come now, let us

dance the deed of our destruction; let us collude and walk in a sea

of bright red blood; and hang our hats at the door

To this cave, this certain death; and let us come unbroken to her entrance.

We were entranced by the sharp staring of the sun; and we couldn't pass

the test of knowledge of our faith; so in denial, and self-service; in the

distribution of our time, we waited; as we wanted something to change

Peace fell; like raindrops through the sky and landed,

But isn't peace a likely thing to consume; isn't it held out on a plate

with a little ticket saying "eat me."

And war, its bitter enemy; its bitter lies and destructive aims;

And love. We need not say any more of love; but in this mechanical

array of desolation; I see your face; and I see the stars, and fate

without any clear signs of separation between us two;

Would I have knowledge of the stars cast down; I would surely give it you

Or should faith implant me with survival skills to bring myself through

this war; and this destructive force, to temper my own body with the will

of the gods; I would give you all my help; and bring you through the

Battlefield; while you, unsung hero of the night, step in with your

gaze upon your enemy like fire; and breathe a toxic flame, raining hell

And all I can do is hold the cloth upon your sting; and heal your wounded arm.

Poison ivy lies upon your naked flesh; as I smooth it out with rubber

gloves, and give you deep massage; your eyes are terrified, but your soul

Sings to the gods with great delight; this is our sacrament

No blood, or oil; merely terror and ecstasy, picked out for remembrance

of the first time we exchanged a glance; do you remember me, in the

false retirement of my obsession; when I told you that I loved you

And you hadn't batted an eye; when I told you that I loved you

But now you complain; and you close your eyes, to me; it is the dirty

work of our gods to bring you to this bath of ecstasy; and so I

slip you in, beneath the waves and try not to drink the waters

They are filthy with our sins; our purchased lives, and complaints

So you may drink; and drink you must, until the sea becomes your blood,

and I will wait upon the shoreline; in the heat of the day's sun

Walking in paces against the wind's deep breath; holding out my hand

to you; and hoping you will love me in the end.

Our lives secrete our holdings; and our fears and our betrayals; one step away

I find you, drowning in the middle of a dark pool; and I could save you if I had

a net, or a rope to cast out to you; or I could swim within the depths

And pull you back to shore; the little nothings we say to each other

I leave you drowning; and have discourse with your mind as you swallow all the

water, and drench yourself; you are drowning in the middle of a dream, and I

Hold back my own intuitive reach to you; to let you suffer

While my mind plays tricks on me, and in this dark pool where I watch with

sullen inspiration; I gather in the dust of the sea's shore; I gather in your

favorite color, a sandy red

And pour it in the hourglass; and wait. Wait for you to surface

But surface spreads for miles, and even if you did; I couldn't say I'd

find you, but I will try; I love your long lashes enough to take into mind

What bleeding has become of you; and what the blood must signify

in those deep waters; filled with salted sea;

Let you; I will allow your hand inside my own; beyond the surface of the sea.

There is little discourse between our lives; running through sparse

attire, we drop the sentence where it lies; and then we ride on,

spinning head first into the mire; where we walk aimless

Treading through time as though we were forsaken

In this small endeavor; to know someone completely, without fussing

at the knowledge that may bring; to burn a hole into the palm and then

to write about the semblance of this flame's edge;

And capture all the innocence lost in degrees upon our passage

As time corrupts the pages of the mind; and leaves them bleeding, we turn

and embark on this same life long journey through the stars; and we turn

Page after page of mindless rantings; wakened up through longings

Scribbled in the darkness; and we begin to find some clarity in youth's

forgotten hold; and we strive to unravel the mysteries; find ways to

seek out what we have lost; through beauty's suction

And I see in you a lost and lonely girl; driven into shadows and I am

your reflection in the mirror; poised and perfect, without blemish

Seeking age's wisdom without growing cold; without the darkness

of your eyes; without the deep blue sorrow of a life gone bad.

Below you, on the bed you called your destiny; where I took you in

my arms that night; and made you mine, while the swelling in our

Minds was in full bloom; and we dove into each other

As the swans do; into a sea of pure intoxication; ecstasy's endeavor

with all the weightlessness of space, we arrived at our final

destination; the unknown origin of time; and we forgot

Everything save the feeling of the sand against our wrists

The salt water and the touch of the sea upon our legs, as we rolled

in and out of the tide; and we rolled in and out of each other;

And we placed impatience as a virtue; as we discovered our hidden

lust; and passion swept through our veins like a wildfire;

And everything gave space to our desire; and it bloomed

So brightly that it dimmed the sun; for an hour, while we purged

ourselves of the gravity it had produced; The bed you called your

Destiny; shed but not forgotten, our youth and our sin,

laid out on the fire's embers with two bodies wrapped within each other.

You are the secret mind of me; each call into the deep blue sea reminds me

of your face; and how we held each other; so close as barely touching air

between our bodies couldn't breathe; and we made love within the confines

Of your bed; as if roses had scented the air, it was serene

And now we're dead; lifeless but still breathing bodies filled with blood;

without each other's warm grip to make the heart to sing; and I miss your

Lips, cradling my own within their bosom;

I miss the sounds you made while we made love; and couldn't it be the end

of everything; without your touch, placed upon my breasts; as night grows

Dark, and summer's call to autumn wails; I see death

Placed upon my pillow, as I lay down to rest; and I see the bitter shades

of grey collapsing in on me; poison is my answer; my only medicine to

challenge this thread of loneliness; to make it cease

The answer is to breach these bars; to find your voice surfaced on a bed

of glass; to drink and be drunk with the remains of our love; to place a fire

at our bedside; and to scream translucent into the black beyond.

The look beyond the mirror; into the glass and beyond, where the white walls

capture your voice; and keep you, stranded and strapped without a measure

of your freedom's breath; within these walls, we walk and we migrate west

To the shadows of the unconsciousness of being; to be believed

What one woman sees; another peers into and sparks of simple faith proceed

as it is written; the coarse fire of a dissonant seed, corrupted

proceed with caution, as the wind regains her will, and night begins

To darken; and it will claim the future of our child

This worrisome remainder of fate's unwrinkled brow; that stoic face of faith

stretched thin; wrapped around the pleasantries of sin, corruption and rebirth

The blood seeps from the weeping willow, and my eyes bleed the same

Hold your hand out; to the wind, and I will slice a small part of it;

for our unfettered spin of hot lust; desire's foray into the skin, the sweat

will bleed too; and we'll be full; satiated as we come

The lines burst; with life and breath and song; and dirty dancing

Keep caution; and throw your temperance to the wind; and we'll see the death

of our beloved angels; trapped wholly in the dim lit summer night, and we'll

watch them as they succumb to their coarse desires;

While we bleed, in ecstasy; howling against the midnight wind.

This time as it passes; with slow and simple corruption of the skin

and how we bloom, blossom; and decay-- our forms shattered by the dust

of age; and when you come to me, in the end; there will be nothing

Left to hold onto; only dust and shadow will remain

And softly spoken sentiments of our youth, to tuck beneath the pillow

and sleep on; and dream of, like the way we dreamed one day we would

be lovers; close and with concerted effort to remain as such

But dreams die and fade; only their false memory remains; our hopes

languish and become death; only death holds any truth

As water cupped in the hand; it leaks out and leaves us nothing

Life and love, and laughter; all begin with the demon's cry

as we count the pages left in life; and begin to hope we can somehow

make the most; an effort of a push to satisfy some need for lasting

Consequence; our love was a fading star from the beginning;

And life was but a fleeting dream, spoken into blackness.

The stretch of mind; through space and its beyond; what lies within

the soul; we can reason about the changes within and without ourselves;

But given change to fact, not fiction's romance; given the lost

Measure of our dance within the sun's enclosure; there would be no poetry,

or art; there would be no raw conception, so bloom little body; peek

your head out into the clouds; and dream

Far from our eyes, there comes a grain of truth in every lie; and

within our bodies lies the truths of our eternal sins; captured in glass

And frozen; until the end of our days, when feelings and raw emotions

are laid waste; and all the world consumed in a battle of truths that

far outweigh these little lies we've spun;

And I dream of you; in this bath of blood, and I close my eyes

Sinking lower into the edges of my disrupted mind; closed corridors

and pieces of the world ; our world, caught within constrictive

parodies of truth; walking slowly toward the edge of death and

Speaking against the shadowy field of death.

We closed our eyes to the sun, and let the moon empower us, as we face

ourselves in her reflection; and let the drifts of snow overpower us;

And winter's cold glow let out her sigh; faced with

A dissonant form of shadow, placed in glass; for the comfort of our

biting fears; to transcend against the wind's cool rush, and breathe

what flames are left; and as we go, into the night's pretense

Of a dream; ready to move, and be swallowed

By the corpses breathing oxygen's refrain; I smell the aura of my lust

upon the sea's cool breeze; and carry out the burden of my youth; retain

me in the iron bars; and hold me steady so I may see your eyes

As they capture the essence of your longings; breathe deep

And hard against my skin, love; that I may echo the face of your true

form within my fragile mind; and when the light comes, and season fades

To autumn's brisk enclosure; I'll seek your remedy; your love,

And your laughter.

The life giver, as I close my eyes I can see her face; pouring down

as a reflective force given birth by the moon; and in her shadow lies

The sceptre of death; and a drunken man's revelation

That nature is not at all what it appears to be; our eyes and our

bodies; see but a fraction of a truth; such lies are the offerings

of the gods, given to man to reconcile his belonging

And I urge you on, as you take form within my captive light

To turn your face, so I may see your scars; and the shadow of your

eyes; drown me out with song, and filter the blood you gave me;

for it's our dithered world where we have met truths

Amplified by the season of summer; christened by faith's resolve

I want to trade memories with you, as the seasons are laid bare;

and as you are laid bare, and exposed for the truth of your flesh

And I will know you; every inch of skin will sing within my ears

So I may keep you close to me; when the curtains close and life

bleeds ever slowly from my lips.

Skips in time; the record broken, and our love affair playing out

in scattered portions; when the threads break, and you take me in

your arms; as we embrace, it is a long way down

Again the fall; and the feeling of helplessness in love

When I break; when the glass shatters, and time's corrupted stance

stays still; it is a heart-wrenching affair; the twists and turns

of despair, and I seep into your arms again

Without hesitation, I break my vows and split my mind in two

Unearthed rejection fantasy, a capsule of interjected lies; born

on the property of misused interruptions; a seeming stalk of night's

encountered schism; the jungle bleeds, and canisters corrupt

My brow is beaten and my isosceles stain has torn

The evil eye watches on, with laughter as she cries; as she abides in

false realities too harsh for one waking mind to understand; she echoes

Her fears into the darkness; where they dissolve, where they die.

Winter, with her cold grip placed upon the neck; as our ensemble plays

the death of God into the ears of men; and we break bread and drink

the sacrificial wine; to commemorate His existence's demise

Our candles blow their fire into the sky; as we weep

For the coming of a new era; without death, without pain; in deliverance

the coming costs us everything; and we rise, about to fall; we take ourselves

In among the grain; and bake bread, the starvation of our God

Has come, so we must bake the bread in hollow baths of flame; and leave it

burning through the night, I take my stay as she leaves me for another;

but my will is that of a destitute pillar of fire; and when she comes

Again, bearing my child; and it was my daughter who cast the first shadow

Against the gods, we will make love; at this misfortune, and pose our threat

against humanity; sin placed upon sin; to the self-destruction of the world

Born in ecstasy and of fire; she will take her hand and break the hand of God.

The tides of faith roll in upon the shore; deliver us Lord from evil

and keep us safe from the demons turning about beneath the skin; our

lust, our passion; our desire as it sets in and refuses to help us

Strengthen our resolve; we drink the wine and break the offering

Your body; dissolved in bread, your attire a testament to those who

would refuse to eat; and as we place this disk upon the plate;

Your eyes pierce through the sky into our veins

And see the evil lurking underneath our bones; break our bodies;

as you have already broken our minds, and hold us up as an eternal

sacrifice; our sins have purchased their bitter fire

And we shall wallow in the mire; cascading through the murk

As one who sits upon the throne shall see; and every eye beyond him

even those who shall pierce our flesh; shall see the torment

For our love has strayed beyond the classification of purity and

innocence into the realm of beauty and intoxicating fire; our sinful

Lust; dried up and reduced to ashes, washed in flame.

Our plastic sins, burned and brandished ; our severed hands, collecting

skin and teeth, what you could feel within your broken heart; and see

With tearful eyes; the joys and pains of migratory animals

Face down in the embers of our sacrificial flames; broken and shattered

remnants of who we were; innocent white lies spent on drugs and alcohol

While the more severe mechanics of our lives were spent on each other

Twisting and turning of the machine; as we made love, the rhythm and the hum

of broken batteries amplified through the outcries of our speech; our voices

raised against the sun as it rose up above us;

And the hush of an almost silent wind, as it washed through our hair

You bled; while I shed tears, and in our bed we both bled offensive sin;

too much poison in our veins to say no; too much toxic solitude to be

pushed off; and so we gave in, we raised up our skirts

And washed ourselves of the remaining innocence; purged ourselves

Clean in the blood of the devil's eye; purified with stains and washed

in the remaining throes of ecstasy.

The unfurled witness of a birth; shining with the brightness of a star

her untold glory has yet to pass into being, but this child will be

The sanctuary in which we place our hopes; and all eyes will rest on her

This fevered light; which burns within the stomach and makes sour all

the passages into the night, while we gaze into the blackness of the dark

Pitch black sirens sing; and call us into dreams

We talk a while, beneath the trees in the front lawn; and you give me

a balloon, with markings of magic inscribed upon its face; and string

I will fill it with my love; and let it go,

For love's last shelter is in the sky; and there is no place on earth

which can fully captivate the heart, so I let it go at the first chance

It is a blister and a sore; a piece of rubber

Filled with hot air; consumed by the fire of the sun; and the wetness of

tears as they roll down the face of the clouds; I am diminished;

Held for ransom and sold to the highest bidder; this is what love becomes

So when the child blossoms and blooms; I will be there, yearning for

an explanation to what has become of my dear beloved balloon.

The feel as the wash subdues me; and in your eyes there is a trace of

confusion, as we try to see each other's mind; and yours has shades of

black infused with ivory; I have transposed you into being still

Whole, unbeing and unfortunately real, receding; as you do

My plans are simple; to catch you in the act of some satanic ritual;

to bury your heart in a coffin; and never let it out to breathe;

And to set fire to your grave, burning all of the remains;

And set the ashes in a bottle; to keep beneath my pillow as I dream;

this obscene fantasy plays out; within my largely uncorrupted mind,

Full of exposed weakness and insanity; but the strength of my resolve

Holds firm; like how I hold your breasts within my hands as we talk;

and wait for hours through the snowstorm; I peel your layers and wait;

Thinking of each word so very carefully; before I speak

Simple; and graceful style, how much I adore you; Oh, Heavenly Body!

we'll lie in bed and wait the storm to pass us; and as it does, we'll

grasp onto this last moment of love making; as we do.

As I am torn from this world and birthed into another; the shreds of

glass tearing at my skin, and I'm imbued with some strange new cataclysmic

dream of what life could have been replaced; I'm left

Without imprint of memory; and without the tears or sorrows of my

Yesterday's enclosure; the static state of the mind as it bursts through

to drown within a world both new and old at once; some strange collection

of fat, burning on the pyre of my new destiny;

I sink; my stomach recedes into captured rain; it's bottled ecstasy

And as the day recedes; into the breaking of the night, the world grows

hazy and the lights fade until nothing is as it once had seemed; her face

grows still and placid and births a subtle peace within;

I can see her almost clear enough to speak her name

But I pause, as if tomorrow had been born prematurely; and I rage; the

host of heaven speaks a sorrowful tone, as she passes into the darkness;

Watchful eyes sleep in the innocent remainder of her spell

And the bird's eyes grow tired as the sun grows steadily higher; all the world

enraptured by the solar flares; the gods speak angrily, and seek fair judgment

against a desolate nation unprepared for the enlightenment of her fair face.

The strange significance of fear; unlocked in shadows, and abased; we

crawl through each and every space provided; with little faith that we

will comprehend each change in pattern, each migratory purr

When we make love; beneath the shadow of ourselves,

Crying like infants to the rhythm of the midnight birds as they sing

to the gods of the earth; they cry, how long will we be lost in this

sink; purging out our indiscrete passions;

So long to the night, and leave the day raving mad; bitter ailments

Poured down the throat of a chirping bird, the coronation of our queen

as she presses inwards and against the peasantry; proceeding west

against the wishes of the earth; and she gives birth to a girl

A small and fragile girl, who will hold the world between her fingers;

And crush every piece of it to dust, as she please; such power

granted to an infant; and as we hold worlds; as we hold hands between

each other in the night; as you grow thin with age; and I wanting

We'll find our song, and in the end we'll howl against the patterns

of the wind and cease our structure; we'll make our love affair the

pinnacle our our life's endeavor.

Dust spatter in my eyes; and I can't see you clearly enough

to make out that hypnotic form of yours, in my mind you are

dancing against the sunset's glare and I see your shadow

Washing over me; and it's a new moon, and you are beautiful

But in my mind there is a deep hole and a shadow which eats

my heart; and in the midst of your turning and rejoicing,

Black cats and demons; seek me out, hunting

And all the world turns black against my will; against my

longing and my passion, and my drive; haunting me

As the dust settles, I see you ever as clear as the first day

But you've grown older, and your repertoire has been abandoned;

youth's fading form gathering in about you; and you are grey

of hair, and almost weeping

Nothing in the eyes is as complete as in our dreams; and I see

the shadows wrap themselves about you; as I take you in and

kiss your body in its current state;

The length of love leaves devastation; and through death's eyes

we breathe just one breath, and leave the rest aside.

