Dark Poetry ~ The Valley of Spit

Lost within spirals, gashes of turbulence,

Doubt careens into my skull spilling cream…

Sweet pleasure of surety.

Devoured by greater understanding.

 

Nothing learned about everything,

Three days forgotten, I am reborn.

Stronger longing but no longer waiting.

Aching for sublime happy endings.

 

Withered death dreams.

Fractured pieces of sanity back to the valley.
Rising to Ashes from which I came.

Happiness only when I’m slumber’s slut.

 

Swimming in wind spit.

Wash away life’s brutal thrust.

Reverse angle, all the way hilt…

 

Deep Bowel Caresses.

 

Mind’s alarm again.

Tired fire eyes fall to ashes.

Enjoyment: breath’s final release.

Punishing me for my sloth.

Drive me to journey.

 

Once more…

 

Valleys appear in this wasted land.

Poetry ~ The Valley of Silence

Walking the valley of silence…

I, feel, the weight of soliloquy.

Eyes beg for shards of this tattered soul.
I, the beggar: beaten, broken, and blistered.

Eyes longing for abusement…

 

Laughing at my trust…

Nothing is real.

Walking down the mountain.
Wind whistle remedy for pain.

 

Never mind. Never mine…

Sadness falls, walking from the valley…

I lied too myself again.

Believing there would be…

Hope and understanding.

Still, I push on…

Dark Poetry ~ Sinjury in the Soul

Syllables imprisoned by mortality morality.
A warm grasp on now cold throat.

Grime resurfacing.

Crushing fears with sweet tonal caress.
Silenced, guttural, sweeping out…

Sinjury in the soul.

Brooding drift in mediocrity serenade.
Breeze haunts grind against the window of pane.
Liquid sand, grains of terror of watery deep.

Hearing the glorious gasp!

Striving, longing, aching…
Clinging to keep soul to flesh.
Silently scream all you desire.

Oh… too late: you just expired…

Dark Poetry ~ Sweating with the Dead

Succulent oozing of pornographic dreams.

Masturbation vision ripening screams.
Without care violating fantasy of violation.

A hero delights as princesses screams.

 

Story of the bold; sweating with the dead.
The Queen of hurts drowned by the crushing of seams.

Magic hands… destroyer of light.
Finger on the bullet. Fingering death’s temptation.
Mourning the Morning. Mind’s cry warning.

Arrogant allusions of the illusion of inclusion.

Spitting on the grave of youthful sinnocence.

Too long dead…
Empty center trying to be filled.
Stretching the truth just to feel.

Till all that resides: tender saline drip…
Never relenting.