In the black depths of your inkwells,
Onward from your emotional details
Caught in a cusp full of cups and your swords
Cut me into a shape that fits in your mold.
Belittled and bemoaned in the crook of your words.
So when the time comes crashing
Pull receipts and show your purchase
All funds tendered to see me feathered
Drinking tar to meld and remember
Every fiction in your delusion
Carries weight to drown but I only float.

I’m the enemy you wish there to be,
The one that you can hate or love as you need
In time’s absence, more than memory
Lost in the flood.

Garish wounds,
Baneful whispers,
Concordant in mirrored unison
Staring back at your one-man parody
Parroting the fiction,
Burying the truth like a force-fed melody
I don’t sing the lyrics
The song makes no difference
Twine me like red licorice,
Candied and caramelized
How sweet you lie!

I’m the enemy you wish there to be,
The one that you can hate or love as you need
In time’s absence, more than memory
Lost in the flood.

Hallowed creatures,
Drawn on paper,
Dance like demons
Through your fires.

Everlasting -
Rigid fingers
Trace the letters
Ballet dreamin’
Marionnette crossed wires.

Woven leeches
Drain from vein taps
Bleed me dry like a quill
Written upon the back of the ill.

A monster lurks here,
Ever preying on,  
Innocent children-
As they take to praying,
Hoping for recourse
I take it on my back,
Broken aegis, ageless
Need nothing but a day—
I can even dream again.

I’m the enemy you wish there to be,
The one that you can hate or love as you need
In time’s absence, more than memory
Lost in the flood.

She asked:
“Why so blue?”
When the room lights in an indigo hue
Amber liquid decanted
Poured in crystal clear glasses.
“Why so pale?”
I replied.

Gentle knocker at the window
Tenebrous limbs shyly tremble
At the gust of Gaia’s impatient sighs
As the sky’s spotlight lights the way
For nocturnal arboreal spies.

I guess when ruby red lips
Stain the glass as we sip
Spirits always haunting us,
That I’m prone to wondering
How I can be her knight cap.

She asked:
“Aren’t you gonna kiss me?”
Signals fired like a flare,
Synapses lit aflame I’m rushing with adrenaline
As I feel her satin fabric twisted in my palms
Gripped to pull her into me like a fleece blanket,
We embrace like joined twins
And lip lock in a flurried fury.
“Like this?”
I replied.

In love with imperfect,
Pure bliss in your candor
Won’t you let me in?
Spread your pedals wide,
Stride after stride
Until the room paints in white
And the sun blinds our shame
To freshen our gaze,
And restart our game

Symphony of sympathies
I never needed this,
I refused to sing.
Only wished to bring,
Hope to angels with their tattered wings
So they can fly higher than us ****** things.

Far from saving,
My sins are anchors,
When the rapture comes,
I’ll wave to the crowds in ascension
Crowded by demons.

And when the floods come,
I’ll drown in adrenaline,
To try and chase the impossible,
As time slows like a sedative,
Maybe I’ll find just. a trace.
Holding onto a hare,
While examining a single hair
Proof you were here,
And when the fires come,
I’ll swallow the remnant
To carry you with me,
As the flesh scorches to ashen heaps.

I will find you again, someday.

Dance with me,
One last time as the daylight dims
The smoldering heaps
Substitute for candle-lit walkways
A final ritual in romance as we revolve
‘Round we twirl to the music of crackling embers.

The sun above is being choked by the smoke of the dead
The earth itself is blacker than endless nightfall
Nothing grows, as even the dead oaks rot
Their desperate limbs outstretched, begging for salvation,
But the orange glow catches your creamy face,
You haunt me, in a world where beauty is dead.

In a sea of flame,
Surrounded by the nameless remains
We waltz and twist,
Contort into one,
Asking the skyward palisades
“What have we done?”

Obsidian rain reigns down
Cutting your perfect porcelain
As the red flows like waterfall fountains
We find ourselves on the verge of the abyss
A single tear mixing with your wine,
Could not stop how sweet you are,
We found an epilogue,
Befitting our dreams,

Dance with me,
One last time,
‘Round we twirl to the sound of shards
Even now, bared to the world,
Reach out your hand,
And now it’s yours.
My heart.

My god,
What have we done?

Every wail of wind
Is a mournful dirge
Carrying off through the distance
Where tenebrous finger like branches sway,
And the moist air feels like a tearful eye.

The pale light won’t shine,
She hides her face in a cacophony of smoke and mirrors,
A majesty so shy she turns her back
As the wolves cry for her in loving sonnets.

Deeper is the black that darks the skies,
As veins of electric light quickly strobe the clouds,
There’s a crack of a cackling giant,
And the tears fall from angels,
As a strident breeze breathes across the landscape
As the trees mosh in syncopated patterns—
I calmly wait in the midst of storms.

As the embers rise from magmatic tides
The life we lived, loved in lusted lips
As we slid our pride between her fertile hips
We birthed the ******* of our own demise,
Now we can’t see beyond the tears from
It’s acidic eyes!

What have we done?
What have we done?

Oh father on high
Do you even hear us whimper?
The days grow short as the fires grow higher
Burning to find salvation,
Congregate the ground and let me dance within the sea of flames
Burden us no longer with misery,
Ascend us on high leave us not behind!

O father, what have we done?
What have we done?

Dark as black could ever be
Caught in a lungful plead to bury me
A thought dithers, as the light withers
Flesh flayed to the roasting pits
As the echoes linger,

She reaches from her core
To engorge on all the parasitic hosts
That rot her, treated her essence like a *****
We spoke of natural beauty,
As we ripped the limbs of her trees.
We spoke of natural beauty,
Piling high our heaps of **** —
Suffocating her shores.

The sky went black,
His voice struck,
Percussion in unison,
Opened wide the gates,
As unclean ones came,
Carry off the weak,
Carrion feasts from open graves,
This forsaken place,
God has left this waste
Weld shut the gates!

O father,
What have we done?
What have we done?
Oblivion!

Are you hungry enough to eat it?
If I were to claw my flesh like an itch
And rip through the dermis,
Until I’m pounding at the gates,
Break these walls to expose the wound
And tear from the valve.

Dangle it over your head,
As the beat dies down,
Go ahead, consume.

But what’s left of me,
Is compost for your
Garden full of dreams,
Grow with me
Into something beautiful
So wonderfully vibrant.
Painful and harmonic,

Even if I have to die to make it so
I’ll be there to watch it sow
As wildflowers bloom to take control
And our vines twist and tangle,
Up the columns, ageless.

Always your protector,
A dark forgotten aegis,
Sentinel in marble,
Robotic in my onslaught
But alive when the lights go out.

So consume,
I know you’re hungry enough to eat it
******* enough to take this,
One lavished lash at a time,
As I rip it out of my chest,
Beat fading in odd times
Take me in to be apart of you.

Infinite waters
Wash away the colors
I’m back to a blank canvas
How do we create something different?

What is it about the ocean?
That reaches out like a motherly hug
To swaddle me within the comforting waves
Coasting along the salty breeze —
Looking up to the cleansing fire of god
Bronzing my skin like an armor,
I’m a sentinel within.

Pull me under,
Take me to the deep,
Let me free your darkness
And swallow it in within my heart,
Follow me to the surface
I’ll dry your wings.

Join me in infinite waters,
Washing away the colors
Become a blank canvas
So we can create something different.

Stare out into the cerulean,
As the Mandarin orange crashes against the horizon
And crepuscular fuscia
Drapes over an ombre of deep violets
We can watch the diamonds form shapes as they sparkle
And wade upon the swaddling waves
Let the all mother sing like a siren song
Comforting as we sail further into the distance
In these infinite waters.

It feels like a slow death creeping,
Cracked windows like bad lungs
Bring in the wind like this house is wheezing.
Only wanted a happy ending
A purpose somewhere within the reason.
You change your mind as frequent as the seasons.

I’m falling further down, autumnal
Where your cold winter heart beats
Springing growth to a cancer, terminal.

I’m an open wound,
But you didn’t see the stream
Blood so calm it looks like a ravine
Red wine splashing on the tile.

Is this what you wanted from me?

Thought that I would possess you,
Like a demon taking hold,
But I know it just upsets you
Tenebrous fingertips can’t reach from the phantoms of your dreams
To grant you a taste to your hungry lips.

Doesn’t matter if it kills me,
Or what rips apart my torso
Tie me to the horses, and let em go
Collect my piñata insides like it’s candy,
Bittersweet the way you land these
Obsessive little ramblings.

There’s a hole in the fabric
I’m reaching through the spaces
Finding a nook I can escape in,
This is what I mean when I say I plane switch
Fly over skyward, spacious-
Always pushing up my smile for you
Like a facelift.

Is this what you wanted from me?

Crash on through my gates,
And storm the walls,
I won’t protest you,
Even if you take the gun and press it to my temple
Ask me if I still believe before you **** my god mode
Take everything from me until I’m hollowed.
Carve me into your perfect mannequin man.

Would that make me your favorite color?
Would it ever even matter, even if you had me on your shelf?
Would I not still gather dust, not enough ?

Broken in my mind,
Shattered pieces of heart
In a room where the black contrasts
With the bleeding neon lights
A prism of blue and purple hues
Capturing the funeral of what I stand to lose.

So tell me…
Do you see my open wound?
Is this what you wanted from me?

When all that stares back
Are faced unfamiliar
Looking at me peculiar
Like something wrong in the molecules
Piecing together the math abstraction in my intervals.

They try to lash out with their sabers
Cut me down the middle
Find a piece of me they can savor
All their clap-backs speak in drivel
Got a question for the mainframe
Go ahead and quandary this little riddle.:

If you plagiarize my symptoms,
And make a symphony of my sympathy
How can I take you seriously,
When all I see staring back is failed copies and incompletes?

Competency gone in the zero
Lash back in your hack attacks
Like **** me with laymen
Punchlines hit like wet ramen
I’m soggy from your softness
Brittle like dry pasta,
I boil over til I’m screamin’

What you do in fantasy,
I make reality, for me there’s no pretend.

All out of pretense
Come at me with your sharp swords
I got a few weapons of my own,
Strike at your nerve core
See if I can make a mannequin dance
When I pull the strings.

I told you I laugh last,
Because all I leave are corpses,
Now ring around a Rosie
Pockets full of posies
Ashes to ashes I’ll break you down.

Nothing like the smoky atmosphere of a dense city,
When you walk through the crowded sidewalks,
Cross through the busy streets,
And find yourself in good company.

The air seems lighter,
Fragranced with bourbons and bergamot
Various colognes and scents crafts a potpourri
Unique aromatic symphonies tickling the nose -
The only way a good bar can.

I'm parched by the time I hit the bartop,
Shoulder to shoulder with other patrons
As casual conversation flows like the taps,
And then I am asked, "What'll it be?"

How could I resist the sensation?
Smooth caramel-colored bourbon,
The sweet seductive tingly tango of vermouth
And the tangy fiesty bite of bitters,
Place that dagger pick through the cherries
And let me sip on that elegance.

A little dash of heaven,
In a crowded room.

Desperate little debutant
Dressed in his Sundays best
Hoping To impress
Gotta get off his chest

Oh no what a mess
Another bottle down
Liver shot to death
Yellow sight like his spine
Fear grips in his neck.

What would the sane man say
If the insane was publicized in his domain?
What would the recluse say
When ***** deeds are shown any way?

Run further away
But the truth catches up,
And the noose tightens like knots in your throat
Stalker thought he was predator
Turn around and pray,
In praise try to find absolution in his name
But grace, alludes the lewd cruelity of this creature

Can’t rely on you to play the game
Or abide by the rules,
Confined in four walls spinning tales
Roll the dice always landing on boardwalk
And I own the blue.

The only sucker in the mirror looking back
Is this kangaroo jack, yeah this is you.
Desperate little debutant ,
The walls closing in a world that will never remember you.

They enter my home,
Cheap suits, bad cologne.

We talk, endlessly
Needing to break for water,
Laughter and short jokes
But the tone never truly shifts.

I hand them the keys
So they can open the doors
Chat histories explored,
Timelines secured,
Screenshots validated

They ask me if I feel threatened,
I protest that while I do the focus should remain on kids
They offer information not yet known,
I take in the aroma of such sweet tea
And drink it down with a knowing nod.

They show me things not yet seen,
And I confirm the rhetoric used to abuse this barely teen.

They thank me for my time,
And I am greeted by another offensive word
Of cheap cologne.

The walls get smaller for a predator
When they become the prey
You can fool yourself into finding Jesus
But the law won't let you get away if you pray

The walls close in on a cyber-stalker
See the news has broken all over the place,
And you took the liberty to threaten me while they were over the shoulder
How do you feel knowing that it's almost over?

The walls are closing in
And the arms are breaking through,
Soon you'll smell the scent of cheap perfume and cologne
And once the dark shadows rip you from your skin
Know that the monster you chase is the one in the mirror
If truly sober, homer, d'oh yourself while tyring to see clearer.

The wheels of justice move slowly.

Defiant, I won’t budge
Unburdened by eyes that judge,
What am I supposed to fear?
I’ve seen hell and met the devil
I’m absolved of contrition.

Do you want to see blood?
Wish to break my skin like ceramic
See the red spill and maybe watch me panic
But I’m made of granite,
Please take me for granted
Swing and watch as bones fold
Crumble, dirt piles I climb
Why would I be humble?

Life shackled to the sun
Not sure how many more turns I have,
But If I’m spinning vinyl then I guess —
Maybe I should impress with a new sound
Parroting the last, in parody at last
We can both share the last laugh
Languished in an ice bath
Cool down the war machine
And let the time-lapse.

I hate everything you are,
Down to the way you nasally breathe,
Down to the way your hair reacts to a breeze,
The way you betray nature by ******* on leaves
And call it poetry when you release
I bet you feel oh-so relieved I’ve taken leave
But trust me, lyrical bullets don’t miss
When I’m allergic to lies and sneeze truths.

I am no fool
You drew the Joker,
Place your bets,
Know I haven’t lost a hand yet.
Defiant, I won’t budge

Fog is bellowing
Where my vision was once so clear
Obscured in the opaque
Plagued by the pangs of -
Belly ache pains,
I’m so hungry for closure
That I can taste the air like a birthday cake
I’ll blow out the candle -
And let the dark consume as I fade out of frame.

I always knew, when the luster wore off
And all my paint chipped,
I’d be discarded and misused -
Stricken by boldness
Like a highlighted bible verse
There is scripture in the way you smite
The very holiness of my utmost intention
Pure as spring water -
Bottle my countenance
And set me by the fire,
Contents under pressure.

You rode the transient train
And I was just a stop along the way,
Puzzling the lines that curve your face
Seeing if I fit in or was it the wrong time and place

Embracing timed moments
Hoping it meant more than a frame
Where time elapses like a photograph
In a flash it was gone
Didn’t know I could be so succinct.

The conductor blows his horn
And I see you border on the borderlines
Mind made up and the engine is running
How could you be so certain..
I would not be the one you chose
In a blink of a moment-
That curved round your face
I’m puzzling the pieces
Wondering if I could have fit in
I never knew I could be so succinct