Poetry ~ Impotent, The Important

Dying young: passivity.

Forked tongued
Forlorn beauties
Cleansing for the crowd.

Go down; fantasy story.
Bow down, mane and tale.

Dying aged: lethargy.

Stroking by candle light.
Watching pot and kettle fight.

Hopes, dreams, all ass perspiration.
All that was before again.

Impotent, the important.

Rarely entering ridged equation.

Dark Poetry ~ Snake’s Poison

Found bleeding, alone, and dying.
Lacerated from deceit, wounds may mend.
Give blood, heart, and flesh.
Take this hand, breath in, let fear rest.

Past Damage. Lie’s venom: distrust.

Scars burn, reawakened sadness.
No replacement can be had but…

Anti-venom to the snake’s poison.

Give blood, heart, and flesh.
Let demon’s scream finally know rest.

Dark Love Poetry ~ Release the Spirit

Voices haunt from pages past.
Only shattered heart wounds me.
Beyond lost… frail and weak!

What do I seek?

Cannot break free…
Cage of crystallized tears.
Only memories, hold me together.

Keep me in sanity.

End still unspeakable.
Bond made unbroken.
Without you…

These emotions don’t work.

Why can I not, release the spirit?
Leave me behind…
Ending visions of agonizing tomorrows.

Days that start with I and not you.

Often wondered too often.
Why breath has reason to inhale.
If reckoning has arrived.

Never regretting, thankful you existed.

Rest peacefully please.
Return to my work, I must.
Know this love will never be lost.

As long as words are within me.

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.

Poem ~ Lillie in the Wind

Frayed petals enticing as ever,
Gone not forgotten.

Delicate flower still makes mind reel.

Ventured in the fields of life.
Care not properly taken.

Wind’s brutal force beats against fragile stem.

Resilient, it is…
to ravages of weather.

Time to return.
Come back to this pot.
Where you once found solace.

Come home to the fertile soil that nourished you.

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 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.