midsummer night’s dream

fantasy ecstasy delusion is reality all the world does turn to dreamy thoughts of hope but none of it is true so what’s a man to do? fantasy ecstasy delusion that’s reality the emptiness inside is swept aside with love but all we do is hide slyly veil who we are fantasies of ecstasy delusional […]

Here’s not paradise

And no one knows Where the road goes Only what The good Lord shows And some are led down paths of light while others swept in shadowy plight But all the glamour and all the gold amounts to nothing our souls can hold Whether left astray or led alright We’re all in the fray of […]

C of my i

my love for you is like the oceans and moon: I wax and I wane and I sink and I swoon in cyclic wave-motions led by imaginary notions phasic upon the complex plane but ever am I radial to you the magnitude of my position remains absolutely in tune with the center of my world […]

black fig

just call me angel of death gabriel just call me sword to sever rafael rend flesh and bone and sinew mikail cut ties with men of nooses azrael just help me to hollow myself for thee help me to be all I can be

Forest Fire

Forest of tangled brush, a twisted maze submerged in deciduous haze A slight spark ignites its dry bed rampant fires leave it burnt dead As love grows stricken and weary Consumed by flames of hate Those old love’s ashes fertilize soil for new love to live and rise.

empty hearted

empty like a seed sieved hollow shell she’s all I can see and yet we’ve not spoken in years these days I dream of killing people I no longer see her lovely vision so I believe she was a dream and these dreams I now see are my cold reality

drowning softly

soft tendrils of mist curling in a valley behind mountains green all I can think is thoughts of you suddenly those tendrils pull me into an ocean of blue deep beneath the melodies of gently rolling waves all I hear is my love for you

timestretch

slidingnarrow escapethrough asingularity gate black holespace stretches abouttime trailing behindyour soul feels the clout smilingyour stomach in achescancerous grumbling of painyou ignore every day walkingthough your feet are so sorethere remains so much moreyou must yet live for