In Asperous Lust

In Asperous Lust

Claw your craving
and etch this crimson
altercation over me;

Then breathe indecent
lyrics through your humid
lips in heaving heat.

Bow beneath the
darkness, beg for
blazing bites of wax;

I’ll write dominion
down your spine and
thrust until our hearts
collapse.

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Unanswered

Unanswered

To my beautiful mother,

I watch over you now
as you’d have always
done for me.

And if I had the answers to
the questions that consume
you; I’d write them in the sky
and whisper kisses through
the breeze…

You’re a survivor.
And I am within you still, strengthening
your resolve and silently guiding
you toward another sunrise…

And it will rise again, much higher than
this stolen horizon, glistening
in crystalline skies.

So dry your eyes and understand
that the cloudy skies are lying.
Because whether or not you
can see it now; always there is
light.

Giants on the Horizon

Giants on the Horizon

Time flows like a river of
thoughts rolling toward
an ocean of actuality.

And as the memories begin
to fade, a solar scrutiny
precipitates them into
grayish obscurity.

Great clouds bound by
the past form up in the
sky and blot out the
sun.

They grow darker until
the burden of yesterday
becomes unbearable.

Decades well up and
condensate into seconds,
falling like tears from
antique eyes.

Alike the cycle of night and
day: life and death will
eventually have their way;
It’s only a matter of time.

Beyond the Sea

Beyond the sea

It’s quiet now.

Not so much still,
though calm at least.

Squalls have turned
to whispers.

Thunderous showers
soothe into drizzle upon
the pacific window above.

I meet your eyes through
the cerulean mist – two
fearless Emeralds that
disregard the growing
darkness.

I hear your voice begging
for me to fight, but I am
spent my darling. I’m so
sorry.

I reach out to you.

Take my hand and pull me
back into the safety of your
arms, I beg of you.

I’m slowly sinking further
into the deep, dark blue.
Alike the disposition
that precedes me now.

I’m losing you.

I feel the weight of our
final argument stretching
my lungs down into the pit
of my stomach as if to hold
my breath long enough
for me to accept that
this is goodbye…

That I can never say
I’m sorry.

That you were right!

And yet here I am diving
into the abyss, searching
for a way back home to you.

But it’s getting dark my
dear.

I’m sending these
final thoughts to you
in a bottle. In the hopes
that one day, when the
night is done and you are
no longer in mourning –
you’ll step into the sunshine
and bury your weary feet
into the golden sand.

Smiling that delicate smile,
you’ll look forward, toward
the horizon.

Precise and costless, my
love will wash at your feet
and you’ll understand.

That while I felt alive in
yours my love; I’d always
die by Mother-natures hands.

Unanswered

Unanswered

To my beautiful mother,

I watch over you now
as you’d have always
done for me.

And if I had the answers to
the questions that consume
you; I’d write them in the sky
and whisper kisses through
the breeze…

You’re a survivor.
And I am within you still, strengthening
your resolve and silently guiding
you toward another sunrise…

And it will rise again, much higher than
this stolen horizon, glistening
in the crystalline sky.

So dry your eyes and understand
that the cloudy skies are lying.
Because whether or not you
can see it now; always there is
light.

AN

 

A friend of mine came to me and asked me to write a little piece for her friend who has recently lost her baby at 8 weeks.

The final stanza is was inspired by Shane Koyczan:
“Realize every dark cloud is a smokescreen meant to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not the sun and the moon are still there and always there is light.”

Somewhere, beyond the sea

Somewhere, beyond the sea

It’s quiet now.

Not so much still,
though calm at least.

Squalls have turned
to whispers…

Thunderous showers
soothe into drizzle upon
the pacific window above.

I meet your eyes through
the cerulean mist – two
fearless Emeralds that
disregard the growing
darkness.

I hear your voice begging
for me to fight, but I am
spent my darling. I’m so
sorry.

I reach out to you…

Take my hand and pull me
back into the safety of your
arms, I beg of you.

I’m slowly sinking further
into the deep, dark blue…
Alike the disposition
that precedes me now.

I’m losing you.

I feel the weight of our
final argument stretching
my lungs down into the pit
of my stomach as if to hold
my breath long enough
for me to accept that
this is goodbye…

That I can never say
I’m sorry.

That you were right!

And yet here I am diving
into the abyss, searching
for a way back home to you.

But it’s getting dark my
dear…

I’m sending these
final thoughts to you
in a bottle. In the hopes
that one day, when the
night is done and you are
no longer in mourning –
you’ll step into the sunshine
and bury your weary feet
into the golden sand…

Smiling that delicate smile,
you’ll look forward, toward
the horizon.

Precise and costless, my
love will wash at your feet
and you’ll understand…

That while I felt alive in
yours my love; I’d always
die by Mother-natures hands.

Revulsion

Revulsion

Your mind is racing; cursing you for
going that extra mile. You knew that
it was going to get dark soon, what
the hell were you thinking?!

 

In the growing darkness you find yourself
rushing into the night, only your heart
is sprinting in perfect synchronicity with
your feet.

 

The drone of dead leaves beneath each
careless step crackles out the sound of
the drum-like organ that pounds iced
blood through petrified veins.

 

You flinch beneath the trees as phantom
branches claw at your cowering guise,
forcing you deeper into panic.

 

The moon hides beneath a blanket of
ominous clouds like a child watching
a horror movie through sparse fingers.

 

Your mind is consumed by a hazy reel of
silent grainy sequences, your heavy
breathing – the sinister soundtrack.

 

A screaming reminder that grows louder
and faster as though your bitter lungs are
striving to betray your position at any cost.

 

Your dry throat attempts to gulp down a
barren breath of suspicion that scrapes
down your windpipe like sandpaper through
a tunnel of matted hair.

 

RUN!

 

Escape this monstrous nightmare!

 

Advance into the unknown and deceive
the grievous grasp of the hushed gloom
creeping.

 

You feel an eerie change in the temperature
as it plummets with your heart into the pit
of your stomach.

 

Cold claws scrape the warmth from your
flesh.
A slender shade begins to form in the fog
before you, flailing putrid limbs of revulsion.

 

A white mask, blank with silentious rage bores
into your crippled soul with a faceless grin of
superiority.

 

With a heavy jaw you scream a muted
whisper.

 

Inch by disjointed inch the slender shadow
trudges clumsily toward you.

 

 

An old familiar chill reverberates through your
withered frame and drags you off into the putrid
abyss.

Unearth Your Immortal

Unearth Your Immortal

The future is sculpted by curious hands,
smoothing off the sharp surface of
ignorance with a reckless perspective.

 

Those hopeless romantics that seized
every opportunity to whisper lucidity
through stone hearts.

 

One day when they are dusting off lost
relics they’ll examine the impressions
of artistic beings in a stellar perplexity.

 

The unruly gadabouts who cherished
liberation like buoyant feathers waltzing
in the wind.

 

They would dive into the depths of the
imagination and bathe to the brink of
suffocation.

 

They were true to themselves and were
too to the world and there is no such
finer a form of art.