Humanity sleeps
But where I don’t know
The suns grown dim
So far from home
I wander the wastes
In hopes to find
Where we slumber
And unconscious reside
Few waking remain
And evermore sleep
Down in the womb
That form they might keep
Yet wander I will
Alone if need be
For I am one in name
But in spirit made three

Come to me
Unburden your soul
Let me help
Make you whole
Though many troubles
May come your way
Know that I love you
And always will stay
By your side
Through thick and thin
From morning light
Until the sun dims

The graves we pass are nameless
Weather worn and old
The mausoleums slumber
Dreamlessly to hold
The bones of those before us
Whomever they may be
Beneath the wonderous moon
And weeping willow tree

The wastes are my home
Beneath a dying star
My family lies safe below
Of them I am no longer

In this way must it be
For hope to live
Beyond the coming night

The flame will be rekindled
Lit but two blinks ago
By the one who watched the deep
When the seas were yet unruly
Indeed it must be so
Before war might come
An inverse of the heaven's
Seen by no human eye

Alabaster dyed
A trembling voice sighed
Sheets of amber gold
Someone close to hold

For when the world
Washes away

Cast your demons to me
That I may dispell them
Wisps of smoke
Fading into the night
Confide in me
That you may know
I will not abandon
The promise I made to you

The river flows out to the sea

Carrying lost memories

Memories I used to be

And I’m better off without them



My darling says she misses me

Beneath the sun and date palm trees

I am inclined and wish to be

Right there along beside her

I've found
That art is not subjective
We are subjective
Trying desperately to feel
To grasp at the intimation
That being is not wholly physical
And that there is a higher form
Just beyond our reach
A form our souls may sense
Vague though the sense may be
Art is the pursuit of such a form
Any art that does not adhere to that form
Is vanity of the highest order

Sarcasm is the coward's truth

Ever closer
Does it approach
Prophesied by many
But by all forgotten
Events set in motion
Aeons ago
The salvation of some
And the doom of many
Let it be said in the end
That grace was given
And that justice prevailed
Over malice so deep
It thought itself righteous

I watched it fall to the sea

The ground shook
And the waves rose
Where it came from
Nobody knows

It only took an instant for

Alarms to sound
But they were too late
The waters came
And sealed out fate

Our work has been dismantled

This was all forewarned
We hoped however
That it was just a myth
And we'd become more clever

We were scattered to the wind

Given away as unwanted daughters
To lesser beings

The ley lines have changed
Twisting and curving
Leading somewhere
Hidden long ago
We are close now
To those mysteries
The secrets we once knew
When the world was still young

The future is gone
Lost somewhere
Between the thought and space
The Digital realm elusive
Present around us
But nowhere to be found
Some there within reside
How many none can say
Perhaps all of us
And reality
Just an illusion

M̕҉y͞͏ ̸͝h̸͢a͏nd̡͘͢s̸ ̕a͢re͟͏ cold
͏Ì ͏͘͏ca͜n̵͞'̵t̸̡ ͏̢feel ̢͝any̷mờr̴e͝
͘H̨o͡l͠d̵̡ ҉͝me c͏lǫ͢s̕e̢
̛I͘͞͡f̷́͞ ̨̡y̷̕o͟͢u̶͘'̕͠re͘ ͏̢҉s̴̨͞t͠҉i̧̢l̴̀͡l͘̕͜ ̷̶̕there

H̢e͘ļ͘͢l̶ǫ̸̨?̨̕͞
I know you're there
I can feel you
Though we are separate
What ***͏̢id̵͢es҉ us
I am not sure
Just stay with me
If only for a while
I do not wish to be alone
The satellites whisper "Rèj̀͡҉o̸i͢c͠e̛"
In a broken f̷útù̢r͢è̶̕
That they too may fall
As the a͔̮̲̜̙̹ͅn̶̛̦g̸̠̖̠̺̲͖͙͉͟e̱̘͖̱̝̪l͚͈̩̝͕̟̹̀s̞̰̦ once did

Detach
Eject
Remove the panels
To reveal a void
Circuitry and wires
Long defunct
Now something more
Yet where and when
Is unknown

Wait for me
I'll be there
In the code that remains
Nostalgic geometry
Behind warm glass
Flickering
Residing in a mainframe
Long destroyed
And yet consciousness persists
Against all odds

Good poems are hard to find
Our opinions so often swayed
By the number next to it
Or the thought of the masses
Some great writings
Are only great
Because we think they are
And there in lies
The subjectivity of art
A beautiful thing
Not to be mingled with reality

Subjectivity is a foreign concept
To the Earth we inhabit
A nebulous thing
Birthed in the human mind
The world is as it is
All one can do
Is get closer to the truth
We are all simply
At different points
Along that journey
Indeed most never make it
Until they reach that place beyond

Subjectivity in art
Is something to be cherished
But keep it out of reality
Unless you wish the world about you
To fracture and crumble to dust

Feel the drum drum
Drumbeat
The closest you get
To feeling complete
When the music swells
To the highest high
Then falls to earth
To pass you by
Let it speak to you
In a deeper tone
Than anything
You've ever known
Lose yourself
If only for a while
To find again
That youthful smile

From when your worries were few

It's a slow burn
It'll just take time
Starting from nothing
Trying to find our rhyme

And rhythm
Where two make one
Your soaring highs
And my steady drum

We'll get there
If we fan the flame
Love only grows
You can't love a name

So listen close
Just feel the beat
As the fire grows
Turn up the heat


And Ignite
Fan the flame
Burning bright
See it from space

Village burn in eyes of gold
A child's hand but not to hold
The cruel desire of a soulless thing
To find a bird and clip its wing
A pet, a toy and nothing more
Used and left as all before
To repeat the cycle if indeed they can
Or waste away to bones and sand

Radiance flows
From past all boundaries
Somewhere beyond
The guardian statutes
That mark the end of what is known

A faint vision engulfs me
As I pass those obelisks
A searing crown
On the head of a woman
Fills my open mind

She is familiar to me
But only in the distant memories
Of long past lives
That I have yet to live

Sing me a song
Of the end of the world
Coming sooner than one may think
Tell me a tale
Of a lonesome journey
From an island that did indeed sink
Show me the marks
In weathered black stone
Where great battles long ago raged
And tell me off him
Who left his life
That our minds no longer be caged

I thought of us
Before I fell asleep
And dreamed of you beside me

It wasn't a dream of something spectacular
No breathtaking scenery
Or romantic getaways on an island beach

Just us sitting together laughing
Enjoying each others company
And the time that we share

If these are the things
My mind dreams of in the dead of night
I believe reality

Will exceed all its expectations

Once temperate shores
Now frozen coasts
As the ice creeps
Ever downward
From the far northern heights
Until the great sea
And all the world
Lie cold beneath the moon

Dreams upon dreams
Layer them
Until the beginning
And the end
Are indiscernible
There within
Will you breifly know
And faintly taste
Immortality
A corrupting ichor
You will not soon forget

There in an inner room
I sat before it
A hooded figure of bone
Fully animate and articulate
Smoke filled the room
Ushering in a more vivid scene
A table with incense
Sat between me
And the creature across
Though possessing speech
It spoke naught to me
Save for vauge whispers
In the far back of my mind
I noticed now too
That candles sat on the table
Gently illuminating
Features of the being
Who sat opposite me
His skull was cracked
In more than a few places
And the pits of his eyes
Seemed ever so strange
Expressive almost
Of a feeling I cannot convey
In the full candlelight
The figure took a sip
From a gold-rimmed cup
Full of a light purple liquid
It poured through is jaw
As I expected
But as it flowed down his robe
The room shifted again
In the expanding smoke
Of fragrant incense
The room was pitch black
If indeed a room it still was
I sat there for hours
Contemplating the darkness
Or maybe just minutes
I could scarcely say
After that time
A new light flickered
In the near distance
Down a deepening corridor
It was just bright enough
To illuminate the being
Who had sat before me
It looked to me
Smiling somehow
Nigh imperceptibly
Then motioned me to follow
Into the warm dull light

The colors of the evening sky
Run like waterfalls to the earth
The midnight dark follows them
But will never catch them
For it does not wish to

Through the still dark
Celestials peer down
Filling the night sky
With distant calming light
And curious eyes gaze back

Intently watching
Those gods they named above

I stand in line
Waiting for my coffee
Not a thought in my mind
And then one enters
The thought of how thoughtless I am
How vacuous my mind is

Why do I so rarely wonder
So rarely toy with things beyond me
Where are the thoughts of my youth
And am I the person I used to be?
The barista handed me my coffee
I didn't realize that I had already paid

I smiled and left the shop

Skilled with his hands
In forming the clay
But not with his words
As many did say
He spoke with water
And his spinning wheel
A man of no words
Yet one could feel
The struggles he had
In the vessels he made
Without signal or voice
A message conveyed
That indeed we all toil
Beneath a ceaseless sun
Striving to reach again some day
The Garden in which we begun

Of graves there are three
At the edge of those woods
Never more never less
Throughout the ages

Whom they honor
None living know
Save for those who wander
At night alone

Beneath the once shattered moon

Sightless birds
Over streams of gold
A setting sun
On empires old
The night to come
Sweet stillness bring
A warming darkness
Before the spring

Pick me up; stain my soul
With gold and lacquer
Make me whole

Skillful hands gently piece
Me back together
So the pain might cease

Accentuate my fatal flaws
With golden Ichor
Expose my cause

That I might at last be renewed
And despite my faults
Perfection exude

Set in the sky
Thin and mellow
Soon to sleep
From blue to yellow
A gilded sunset
Entwines with dusk
Deep purple and gold
An evening lust
Below the trees
Dark green and black
Watch a setting sun
That won't come back

The rain finds its way through the dilapidated roof

A steady dripping on the worn concrete below

In the corner of the room amid machines long broken

A handful of old screens dimly glow, idle in anticipation

Shakey green lines burst forth from them, codes from a bygone age

Text pours over the damaged monitors and then stops

With the last line of code the remaining machines shut down

Their rest well deserved and as they sleep
something long forgotten

Approaches the abandoned Earth from the Crystalline skies above

A burning comet
Of violet and blue
Fell from the heavens

In the frozen twilight
It crossed a sleepy sky
And landed in the mountains

Its luminous trail
Etched into the minds
Of those few below

For save distant stars
Light had not yet entered
The sphere of the earth

Curious the peoples gathered
To an ethereal crater
The resting place of that fallen star

Amidst the smoke and faint light
They found a women
Whose face was that of the cosmos

She was asleep
And would be for some time
But upon her awakening

Would our own sun rise
Bringing us out of the darkness
And the grip of primordial things

To the dawn of a brave new age
More wondrous and terrible
Than any that have come before

It's a lonsome world
Decayed, full of rot
And you the prince of it all
I will not be here for long
So in the time I yet remain
You must decide
Who it is you will be
For your enemies are naught
But destruction and darkness
And they will come for you
Once I am gone
Spreading like a sickness
As they did long ago
The heroes of old are gone
Their statues lie in rubble
No one remains to save you
Save for yourself young prince
And in time
You will know your own strength

Oh,
Do the petals float
In the breeze
On hills remote
Bright and vibrant
Though unaware
On their breif lives
No thoughts they spare
Oh how I wish
To be like they
Not fearing change
Or life's decay
Yet I worry
And so often so
I don't cherish the world
Or people I know
As I look to the hills
Covered in snow
Where no flowers bloom
Or green things grow
I shed a tear
But smile too
For they will return
And be made new
And so shall I
Be renewed
With springtime showers
And morning dew

A stillborn visage
Sits in the night
Beneath the old moon
A burning twilight
A solemn face
Veiled in the stars
Descends from beyond
the retrograde Mars
It does not speak
Nor open its eyes
Yet still it lingers
Before the sunrise
Which since its arrival
Will no longer come
An omen long set
Of terrors far flung
And when it does wake
To gaze down below
Naught shall remain
But ashes and snow

The fire is old
It has been burning for a long time
It flickers and sways
Ever dimming
And indeed soon it will go out
And returns to the gentle darkness
Of an everlasting night

Something sinister there resides
In the crevices and craters
Of that ancient satellite
Perhaps it has always been there
Or perhaps it was sealed there
In ages long since past
Regardless I get a shiver
Directly down my spine
On cloudless nights
When the moon is full


For I know it to be empty

I prefer darkness
But I'm coming around to the light

I know full well why I prefer the dark
I'm not comfortable

And the darkness hides me
Engulfs me in its indifference

The light is blinding
Exposing all my faults

It leaves me naked
Laying my iniquities bear

Yet it is also warm
And rejuvenates my soul

Though I prefer the darkness
As I learn and grow

I think I'll come around to the light

I've sat at its edge and pondered it
This great gaping chasm
Unexplored and impossibly deep
Surely it must be unnatural
I thought to myself
That such a place
Should not exist on its own
I heard tales
That if one peered down
Into the abyss long enough
They would see what used to be
But I've been staring at it for days
Curious, wondering and expectant
But all I see is...


******* what the hell is that thing?

The waves crash endlessly
But below them it is calm
The waters are cool and dark
Engulfing and indifferent
Hiding innumerable iniquities
And holding them close
Until the world is all but sterile

I hear the soft breeze in the branches
Feel the strong roots below my back
I am alone here but not for long
So patiently will I wait
Listening to the world breathe
Wandering in and out of thoughts
Both profound and superficial
Resting for the time that be
Until I am not alone

Wandering flame
Don't let the shadows that dance around you
Frighten you or deter you from your path
They only grow larger
Because of your great light

Uncontrollably
Do they shudder in the dark
Outside the old wastes
Of Boedevon
Neither moon nor sun
Have touched that place
Since the last giant fell
In far southern sands

Only those creatures
Hideous and ******
Still linger there
Ever resentful
Of what they have lost
though they cannot recall
What that may have been

Water flows
Years at a time
Erosion lines
Within my mind
Paths and inroads
Open and close
Places I was
I used to know
Never lost
Yet never home
Ever onward
Will I go
Until I find
My wandering soul

I'd love to trust you
But I don't know how
Too many times I've trusted
Just to be let down
So forgive me Love
If I seek distant now
But in time I hope


I'll come around