Poetry ~ The Valley of Fallen Towers

Seeing the valley of fallen towers.
I’ve committed myself to spirit.
Keep movement, live moments, never give in.

This morning, could be the first moment of the last intake.

I fear no demons outward or inward.
I remind even when all seems lost.

I have this day.
I have life.
I have I.

As I walk, I need not be reminded…
No loss of memory occurs in this valley.
It’s memory seared concrete, diamond, and steel.
Time to steal away transportation.

Better memories ahead; happier journeys on the horizon.

Dark Love Poetry ~ Trident Skies

Sailing trident skies.
Drowning a planet.
Suffocating gods.

Just to see your smile.

But, an arms length is a trillion miles.

Holding away healing.
Holding away hope.
Holding away…

Fearing, you could be: happy.

Having lived so long in world of saline.
Poseidon’s piss runs down your face.

Needing this embrace.

Running into the wind.
Violent showers.

Differences restraining us.
From deep seen truth…

Gazing through lakes of time and doubt.

Denial runs dry.
Reveling universe plan.

Cannot turn blind eyes.
Cannot escape fate.
Cannot stop…

Forces of nature.

Dark Poetry ~ The Valley of Souls

Ridges fashionable gravity.
I, part machine.

These words on synthetic paper.
Copy of a facsimile’s photocopy.

All is truth?
In this world of lies.

Despising great wisdom.

No more words can say speak.
Every word tainted.
Transformed into falsehood.

Driven past redemption.

Shattered maidenhead of the valley of souls.
Nothing more human: inseminate, devastate, control.

Silence, only gift bestowed…
In kingdoms lost by virtual reality.

Dark Love Poetry ~ Destiny with Demons

I am the truth, the way, and the darkness.
I shine moonlight blaze, exposing you.

Sunlight at midnight.
Illuminating a new route.

Need pain to feel the pleasure.
Gentle force filled flush.
Find your beauty within.

Beauty of redemption in fire of contempt.
Bright days in the eyes of sorrow.

Never forgetting,
Sinner’s truth.
Relights fire within.

Destiny with demons.
Sparks in the shadows.
Burning away frozen interior.

Open your soul.
I’ll devour your past…
By embracing rough exterior.

Dark Gothic Poetry ~ Razor Wound Family

Familial bond blood does not make.
Red rust water thins as they take, take, take.

Solace of soul. Heart of their control.
Raping, ravaging. Minds of Children.

Chosen truth undeniable.
Being true you within.

Strangulation with blood ties.
Lie of familiarity.

Hearts, Souls, Minds, Friendship.

Spirit lays deep in razor wound family.
Trickling of truth produces kinship.

Poetry ~ Digest Number 69

Apparitions speak by floor creak.
I, feel sound in my resolve.

World views,
Skin blues,
Everyone seething about discolored hues.

Intensely internal automation…

With each dilation I see, blind eyes.
A coffin full of hallow words.

I, sever contentment.
Choose enlightenment.

Scattered views,
People dedicated to disadvantages of deserving.

Ripped away from comfort. Denial.
Becoming, again animals to be kept at bay.

I, dart from sight or face the hunger of the pack?

Love Poetry ~ Time to End

No getting over.

In a minute. An hour. A lifetime?
Never!
Part of my essence; you became.

No other callers ever be an answer.

To emptiness.
I feel.
Without you.

It may have been: time to end.

Still.
Logic makes death.
No. Less. Painful.

Life’s cruel river. Denying love.

Breath of life.

Still… as I said last time.
I will always love you.
With shadow or doubt.
Embedded in dying breath.

You will always be.
I pray.
Happy.