THE world is on fire and Pisces has died.
“Pray for me” an old man pleads; his teeth are
missing and his dog is foaming at the mouth.
These are the dying days and no one to rescue
the world from thie cosmic ruin of a godless
I say hold me tight until i feel your dreams
and comfort your soul, my love.
As with all things, this too shall pass into the night
like the embers from our ruined cities.
Tomorrow may be the last, or a new day, the new
dream where all things are made new.
Unitl then, let us hold each other while the nightmare
savages the life from everything we once cherished.
And remember, I will always love you.
:: 08-02-2018 ::
THE soul is dying and there’s no Christ
to save you//the roads are littered with
bits and pieces of memories of what was
the gutters are clogged with the spent
Spirits of the living and a dark wind
blows// with a government so corrupt
and we stand listening to the broadcasts
on tv and internet radio to realize we’re all
trapped within the gut of a bizzare machine
and we’re dying together with the falling
sun and overgrown flags and our hopes
i held the hand of my lover wishing saying
“kiss me” to release this dream of a fever
and she took my love one last time
we are the generation of chance
where the dice fall is only by God’s hand
:: 09-11-2015 ::