Dirt dried and cracked upon my weathered face
          The black hole in my soul
Covered only by the carefully stitched fabrics
          Of my two-day old clothes

          A man out of time
Handprint impressions
Depressed in my mind
          Sing to me darkness
Shed the weight from these eyes

Quiet is the lullaby
That cradles and rocks me to sleep
Somewhere down deep, I call out to you
In silence you speak
          Peace

We are all immortal in our own time. Today I feel the warm caressing touch of life across my beleaguered face. Death does not escape me, but in this moment I am alive. One is immortal if one has yet to understand what it means to die.

So come sit with me and listen as life plucks on her string. Purchase a moment and together we wither. Time, good friends, the great veiled indominable figure. Our last breath denotes the bigger picture.

We are all immortal in our own time. Today I feel the warm caressing touch of life across my beleaguered face. Death does not escape me, but in this moment I am alive. One is immortal, if one has yet to understand what it means to die.

The ice from the sun
Paints frost upon the roads

The sun is different here
          Far more glimmer than shine
Dangling conveniently from a string

The sky wears its blemishes
As each passerby stitches their heart upon their sleeve
          Bloodstained fabrics
          I stand naked on the street

Exposed
          Or maybe,
Free

Costumed faces
Pay no mind
As the birds fly south in Spring

Lips of an angel
Carefully stitched
Upon your kiss of death
            
            Here I am again
            Hedging my bets on your every toxic breath

Heart of stone
Carved by the jagged edges
Of my own broken bones

            Here I am again
            Your wicker man

An eternal effigy
Burnt and blazed
Windswept ashes
Scatter all that’s left of me

Life is rough baby
            So go on
Cry us a river
Drip the liquid venom from your fangs
            Under my skin
Be the dark mass spotted on my liver

Go on now love
            Nourish my pain
Feed me my ego
Shoot your pride
             Up into my veins

Give to me life darling
             Or come and take it away
Hold my bleeding heart in your hands
Let me watch
             While you throw it away

I often ponder the thought of living forever
Immortal
The weary heart chronicler
                    Of one last cold December

Death does nary escape my mind
Yet who is the keeper
What specter
                     keeps its watchful eye on time

Stuck in a daydream
Yet I see life written
So clearly across the sky
             What fate awaits eternal eyes

Whose lips
             Shall be my last kiss goodbye

Would I be stricken lonely
To witness life’s flourishes
As they slowly
             Recede below me