Chasing Midnight ~ The Children of Cobain

Bowed head in Silence.
Gods are dead.
Long live the violence.
Generation X’ed out.
Veins dilated.

The Children of Cobain.
One giant blood stain.
Shotgun shells cause no pain.
Skull echo chamber.

Grey matter.
Tuesday’s child.
Splatter Painter

April showers.
Give a fifth. A pint of blood.

Cry like rain.

X.

Dark Poem ~ Embittered Heart

Hearts meeting fast.
Aching for this to last.

Is it real or another fake?

Another bucket of bitterness.
Poured into this lake.
Realize please…

A heart is at stake.

Another stake through soul.
Just cruel jest uncontrolled.
One mere moment hidden from shame.
Last breath by an embittered heart.

Another beginnings end?

Another false start.
In the eyes words that scream.
“Is it ashes or candy?”
Watch your speeches.

Soul hollowed out again and again.

A has been could have been reality?
A chance begged reality?
Crush me cruel deceit!
Wait and wonder whilst heart skips a beat.

No reality when souls do meet?

Dark Poem ~ Waterfall of Apes (The Beast Within: 13th Anniversary Edition)

The apes fall down.
Cascading waterfall.
Whimsically tumbling down.
To death!

Creatures, lemmings.
Desperately Clasp.
To branches. To twigs.
No support.

snap-break-snap-snap

See the sun!
Before plummeting.
Pray to it…

Death gears grind.
Minimal disruptions.

Poetry ~ Being the Bullet

Fear of success.
Fear of failure.
Fear of living.

One may not want to be.
Caught between starting line and destination.
But, enjoy this journey…

Of learning.
Of growing.
Of building a better life.

Casting multitasking aside.
Zeroing in, being the bullet.
Going full bore into the unknown.

Erotic Poetry ~ Lost in Shudders

Last of the world.
Lost Person Drown.

First in the fire.
Inward with glee!

Standing on night light.
Holding cat like a gun.

Lost in shudders.
Deep against the floor!

Flailing like shadows,
lost to the light.

Damn the sunbeam that spews!
All over the night.

Poetry ~ Stagnation is Death

Life’s fresh water.
Cannot live without.

Stagnation…

What once gave life: poison.

We people too often.
All too often.

Allow internal rivers to stagnate.
Stagnate actions and thinking…
Poison to ourselves.

Stagnation is death in all things.