Molecule

 I used to watch, to bathe in cloth 

Where caves are wet and hills are soft 

Where flowers bloom below soil and stars 

The knot was strong, the rope was taut 

What turned to foil in glowering gloom 

Eyes like ice through a shattering moon

To hear your words, echoing, glancing,

To contemplate your glowing silhouette

And feel the hours adhere to stone 

A moment in time where all is shown  

I will never desire to recall or imagine,

One cycle of life lost and alone 

I know it's more than bitterness and spite 

Keeping you alive, keeping you bright  

For love is light and light is life 

Resisting me ardently, desperately tonight

And like cells, wherever I form, I must multiply 

Elf Wound

 I sense an evil presence 

A poisonous effervescence

To drench in stench 

And mesmerizingly quench

With deadly lessons   

Beneath the slaughtered stars 

something to justify 

Or merely legitimize ours  

Inside marrow, 

under microscopes, 

we move to music,

manipulate futures 

To better serve desire  

Are we not in good hands?

Do we not look saved?  

Tonight, I redefine hope

Tonight, I redesign nature 

From thoughts of blood 

desires flow

Secretly, sacredly    

I was born to be a forgiver,

Born to carry a gospel of truth 

He who sees me, 

sees all. How is it 

I have fallen so far from you? 

The proof is in profanities, 

Passed on by kiss of iniquitous lips 

Empires of time and ingenious designs 

Loom deathly distilled in the renewed abyss

For you and I tonight 

Yet, unsympathetic 

to the struggles that be 

Your bare neck and shoulders 

Sweet and tender meat 

And young as the earth-star 

illuminating heaven's 

covetous eyes 

An unempathetic gaze 

Fall through the floor 

The motherless whore

Hoarding all the love in the world from me 

Judas

 To allow oneself to suffer for the greater good, even to the ends if damnation 

Ghost Boy

 immortalized inside my memory, 

the touch of human flesh, 

when i wish to watch an image passing through time and space, 

i only conjure one human face, 

not my own, but perhaps, one i've met 

In sleep, or death, i dream of it endlessly, 

a mere flicker of light giving organelles life with its idolatry, duplicities spreading like wildfire where the truth is a hideously aging revelation and the heart is a statue perplexed by its irreversible nature, 

i may venture to pray to the god who doesn't save, but who crushes all souls in his hands into one, like the stars erased by the sun, once here then gone forever. 

And you my little love, like all things powerful above, cast a spell upon my mind, impossible to escape, yet impossible to find, have brought me to my knees again, knowing not why nor where nor when, 

my childish hope, my hollow friend, 

I beseech you before the bitter end 

The insane movements of sac religious lips marking the void upon the walls of my skin, he who has forsaken his children, 

In my dark heart, I have forsaken him 

The Evolutionist

 A death for the greater good 

Your suffering validated by a single word 

Your own

That doesn't suffice 

I'll inflict mine on others 

Until father time strikes 

Like the shadow i see saying you aren't me

The death blow 

To silence madness and peace alike 

Fullness for forgiveness 

And not another thing 

you say or do will change it

You've said enough

You've done enough 

And it's always such, 

though it never was

I Doll

 My eyes fixed upon a star 

A prayer through the formless dark

Before I sleep, turn shapes in hand 

Invisible weight, invisible man 

A wave of light in a galaxy vast 

The memory of things not yet passed 

Stand on stilts of stars, red dwarves 

ooze like blood through muddied floors 

How it all carved out these secret plans

To unravel the truth of glorified lands

My admiration for your cat-like skull 

To slip from my lips, an immaculate doll 

Frogmouth

 Be at peace 

Sweet little thing 

Of morning song 

Of gentle wing 

Be at peace 

Far from your nest

Mangled and torn

In your Sunday best 

Feed the earth 

That drinks these tears 

Let go of your life 

Your hopes and fear

A prayer to the abyss 

From the glowing blue

Though it isn't kind 

It is true 

From without this grave 

to within this tomb 

New life will rise  

New life will bloom 

Sweet little soul

With love so rife

I thank you for 

your precious life

Nightjar

 Dreams resemble infinity 

The weight doesn't get lighter

but the longer I carry it 

the stronger I become 

I must go on 

For I know if I set it down to rest

it will crush me

I won't be able to lift it  

I won't be able to move it at all

And I will die 

with your name on my lips 

Surely by now I realize 

Why and how you cursed me 

with feeling and sight

But it doesn't matter 

There is nothing 

you could do to me 

that would make me fall 

out of love with you 

It is the one thing 

I can do to stop hating myself

Destiny Randomized

 There is always an in-between 

And there you will find the truth

Is life a random happening 

Or is it a predetermined choice? 

You can have it both ways

Dead Bird

 My duty is to the earth, 

To love and care for it until my dying day

The worms get hungry too

I traverse deeply into the woods 

I bring nothing with me but my shovel 

I strip naked and begin to dig 

A grave in which to lay rest this creature 

with whom I share ancestry 

This time it is a bird. 

It is quite small in size, 

a little larger than a sparrow

Brown wings and tail feathers 

Light, fluffy grey everywhere else 

With a signature black speckled chest 

The grave is not deep, only a few inches

It's purpose is not to deprive the flies 

But to provide a sense of dignity 

I feel such a pretty thing deserves dignity

I bow my head and say a prayer of gratitude 

As I mummer the words 

my heart turns bitter

"Thank you for your life"

I lift my eyes to the blackened skies 

The rain is falling lighter now

I allow despair to overwhelm me 

Tears arrive as I cry out silently 

This is the way of things

And this is my useless fight against reality 

My hands and knees are now in the dirt 

The shovel makes a little 'plop' sound beside me 

My mind is on that same nothingness 

That same dark abyss that has always surrounded me 

The meaninglessness has a name 

But I can't remember it

Not for the life of me

When at length, I rose again to my feet,

I was weary. 

To be human is to detest your own nature 

To question your own existence 

To be born with the need to accept reality 

But with that same ironic inability