Glass

I can see right through you.
The facade has shifted, the clouds have lifted
Unveiling the true.


However wrong, the memories linger.
No matter the traffic, the purpose is clear.
Display me all your colors.


You stand there,
A transparency among the damned.
Clear, ever-ready for apocalyptic demise.

The Fourteenth.

Lady of Love, today was your day.

The suited man, he wasn't there.

White innocence imbibes the wholesome inclination she portrays.

All the skeletons, drones of shadows

faded into the semblance.

Ready to forget, erase.

Explosions fill the air.

 Rapidly release, deflagration supervenes.

Preserve the Riches

release, energize, inspire

nurse, pacify, change

influential streams fills the air

a mellow cultivation of positivity

you are found; lost is lost

cold shadows of decaying aspirations

and yesterday's abysmal secrets

cast away the village of nekros

the rain stops falling

break the clouds in two

shatter all animalistic fears

change has leeched onto the premise of life

to the end, the final lullaby

holding life, sheltering love

one last hope for sanity

The Trip.

A road that leads to where I must go.

There's a place like that for all.

It exists somewhere.

My road, your road, all different roads.

Broken kaleidoscopes, giving altered visions of it all.

Circle, square, triangle, shapeless.

Translucent spheres hangs auspiciously candid,

Doubling the validity which presents itself alone.

My road, my hallucinatory journey

Bound, wound, intertwined with a dark fate.

Sunshine never finding me.

Dark Holiday.

hot and cold;

blister the ember,

bite the ice.

fire engulfs the frozen paradox,

disconnect, disembody.

passion and apathy;

unbridled while ecstasy consumes.

disdain, wreck the purpose.

frighten the cherubs.

Free-fall of Us All.

The earth is bleeding.

She is crying.

Painful tears knowing what she holds.

The morose, the damned, the angelic,  the brave,

all killing, aching this  homicidal vision.

Humanity strangling hope.

Hope refutes the virtue.

Virtue is bleeding, the crying ensues.

Cycle However Vicious.

embodiment of humanity.

pseudo-theistic surrealism.

capture, envision, divide.

live, breathe, decay.

endless perpetual failure.

nature, impregnation of humor,

stillness of infinity.

divided within the unbridled hate

which manifests the rise of humanity.

every morbid releases encompasses you,

the inevitable, the broken, the pseudo.

Fleeting Thoughts of Desecration

Daily I dismiss death.

Tell him he isn't welcome here.

He comes in my thoughts

Tempting, hating my existence.

Finds me deep in the wild-wood of my conscience

Inveigles the symphony of my pondering

Futile, hostile, cold

The dismissal, the hopeful.

Death, however hated,

you become a hope

for the hopeless.

You beast of lifeless vitality

A perversion of freedom to be me.

Frozen in haste, missing grace

welcoming him with cold angelic sorrow.

red planet

as we looked

looked in the sky

we felt small

we felt a spark

stars, moon, dark

time passes, feelings unchanged

unyielding, unflinching

looking into space

your kiss on my face

red planet, this planet

another planet, with you