poetry

Non Prophet

The ring Trails around the surface Bring me the head of Saul, and I will show you Eyes without any light A curse upon it A plague to the tribe and kin If justice were an even thing, I would see you Plucking up grains of sand with tweezers Checking for disease, not Wrapped inContinue reading “Non Prophet”

Myth, Legend, History

Magic In the palm of my hand as I call up Your image Your preferred diet Sacrifices, rituals, holy texts Your name above all namesBuried in the archives of my address book under an absurd nickname And I forgot you In the land of my fathers Iliad, Odyssey, Epic of Gilgamesh To tire is toContinue reading “Myth, Legend, History”

The Devil

Dragon wing Tortured laugh Blank book and Unlit candle I outmaneuver you to have My way with the treasure trove Glistening diamond, gold and wealth But it’s all just pretend I feel your coils around be, just as bright as the the rubies on the grail And your whispers in my ears “All is wellContinue reading “The Devil”

No Eye Has Seen

Carry out the command In my hand As I spread it out like a picnic blanket spanning The world There are countless limitations brought about by perspective And all I need to be is your Horizon Though the edges are tattered as they taper out into The endless night Void, the last frontier A divineContinue reading “No Eye Has Seen”

Wine Stains

Blended fabric forms the web As I’m tangled in your Many limbs The storm of man and blood and soul And a woman out of time Struggling to breach the subject Of an attack on the palace Her people ransacked The rations burned By godless heathens But I’m just a fly, and what can IContinue reading “Wine Stains”

Spring Dreams

Cold trickle Downpour on the ledge My fingers try to take grip Like an idea on the balance beams of your mind Spin it Flip it Any way you like But it comes down to survival A hope for the future and The promise of eternal summer

Sheol’s Rain

Break through the shallowsAnd the ruins Ancient runes call your name and Call you home Behemoth Son of the fiendBut your feet are tired from wandering and IHave a spot on my old couchYou keep me up lateSharing stories of the bristling Leviathan As we remember our days In hell

Imbalance

There’s something solid on the other side of the mirror It winks at me. I reached toward you and only Only break the glass Perforating the skin But there is no blood beneath Only the bones of a story Notes and plot outlines Prayers for silence And The reflection of your unfulfilled adolescent dreams.

Brain Chemistry

Your voice in the windCalling in a way that can’t be silencedPerforates my eardrums Runs me ragged through the streetsAnd there is no place of silenceNo call to answerIn the halls of the deadWe walk onReap and sowShrink and grow In your memoryAlways in the shadowOf your damned memory

Action and Reaction Economy

Sort through the reactions Who came up to batWho prayed for whom And who diedIf I cracked a smile You would call it the mask breaking And If my eyes deceived me you wouldCall it the crack of dawnAn expectation of villainy accompanies The fondest of actions Until I watch you Hang yourself on thisContinue reading “Action and Reaction Economy”