On a quest to lose myself
In a wilderness of disbelief
An unknown path to nowhere
Stumbling on the hidden roots
I was brought to my knees

Before a boiling frustration
and held back tears could overwhelm
the forest tendrils tended to me
A blanket of foliage became a womb
As a child, I returned to her

Standing what seemed forever
Above the canopies of trees
Lay a trunk of stone, worn
The marvel was magic
A fallen oak, which was life

The barren love, was feint
And she was still dying
Tending to her children
Even on the brink of extinction
We cried and I woke up.

Overgrown and forgotten
The old forest Grove has
Long since seen better days

The foliage twisted and rotten
Poisoned by times influence
And man's fallen beliefs

A pool of memories
Peels back the wounds
Centuries in the making

The reflection of a golden lute
In the hands of a music man
Orchestrated tunes of the bard

Lush passing of vibrant greens
Even in death his song echoed
Lyrics rippling in the waves

Gone and forgotten
But loved nonetheless.

I remember his memories
Sometimes they are mine
A world of attrition
Skewed by rosey lenses

I felt his pain as they shattered
I felt the burning cuts in his hands
I felt that strong grip as he held the pieces
Just as I felt his strength wilt

He tried,
But feeling for the first time
The physical suffering brought on
by a conflict of emotions unresolved
Led the poor boy down a road
An avenue to bleed out the hate
To break the skin that trapped them in

Short term relief
For long term grief
He sought me out
And asked with a plea
To take his life, and set him free

Sometimes I hear him,
In the back of my head
But no, he isn't dead
He wills himself day by day
To not pull the trigger
Of the shaking gun of deciet.

Let it entomb you. Let the thing inside you rot and grow and brown. Let it fester there unencumbered. Let it chip away at your very being. An ocean against the weary foundation of your mind. A cancer in the soft flesh of your soul. A drought in the storm of your imagination. Let it well up within you. You are not a Man. You are not a corpse. You are not a tomb or a stone or flesh or a storm. You are only this. For a moment, give yourself wholly to sadness. Let it be.

Being at fault
Makes matters worse

Knowing that
The crippling
Heart wrenching
**** this hurts
Kind of pain
Is the result
of your own doing

If you knew how I died
Everytime that I see you
Tearing apart at the fact
On one hand, you're beautiful
and I love you
And on the other
I allowed you to slip away
Through my inability
To see past my own decisions

My love, if you ever wonder
Into the land of the unknown
Know that I shall always remain

The trees burn eternally
In the woods where I stay
I sweat through the hellish daylight
And retreat into the night
The charred forest is my sanctuary

I see you glowing in the constellations
I reach out to trace the stars
like the scars down your spine,
I remember watching the embers pierce you,
tears running down my face, I catch them like leaves.

Born from the ashes of deceit
I've always existed in a cursed flame
Always melting away the wounds
Which remained hidden in combustion
A loud presence, never going quietly

Watch as the roots we came from shrivel and die,
My heart beats with the rhythm of a spinning earth,
Never stopping, always spinning,
Your voices tangles in with the breeze and branches,
And remembering you is as loud as when I stand alone.

What madness, the woods are on fire
I inhale the rage and I too am engulfed
Pieces of me become lost in cinders
Voices howl in the fiery storm
It's nonsensical, but they know
New seeds grow, resistant to the flame

Born into a world
With an unfinished song
Each morning she caws
Singing her dismal tune
Syncing into my anatomy
A new verse for the unsung
I praise her dark wonder
For she is a wise sage
Teaching me the music of life
Preparing for the silence of death.

I'm inside my own head
The music is playing

I came to this world,
             As a twisted seed.

Drifting along in a realm which,
             Did not belong to me.

But these roots have sprouted,
              Now suckling on lies

A foundation built on malnutrition,
               And a trunk full of wickedness

To be ingrained is a nightmare,
                This forest is for the ******.

These branches reach for home,
                But cannot escape the canopy.

Underneath the bark of the horrific crown
                 None are surprised to see how hollow...



                                      ....I have become.

Beautiful bearings of broken bonds
Bound, bewildered and bitter.
Break backs of blind behemoths
Being better, beating backlash
Booming boldness, and bombs
Brains battle blighted beast
Bribery brews boiling blood
Building bastions buried by bombs
Brought by belief, but betrayal beckoned
Bastille bells burdened by beheadings
Behold beginnings birth bloom.