Monday, April 30, 2012

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

Sunday, April 29, 2012

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.