Tag Archives: #death

The Forever Now

scream your thoughts
into the void
and bring some flowers
crowned in thorns
and hold your thoughts
for the parade
of sad mannequins
they all limp forward
toward the grave

and all i know
and all i pray
and all i see

is a forever now

and all i taste
and all i feel
and all i do

is live forever now

and the weight of flesh
is best held in contempt
and the worst of us
is the best of all
and it’s always been
so it always will be
and to taste a smile
is the flavor of life

so pray so beg so needed
and today of all days
is the forever now
the forever now
forever now
now.

:: 06-01-2018 ::


LIVING GHOST OF PAST MEMORIES

NEAR the end of everything
life became more clearer
the whisper became loudly:

i should be laughing
i should be crying
i should be hanging —
up there

so do not come to my grave
because i am still walking
{i am not there]
do not bring me flowers
because i left my heart
beneath a growing garden
(it’s all within my will)

You know that love desires
valleys so deep like an ocean
and the highest of hills
within its swollen rolls
like a mystery mixed in a potion

And   everything is made of love;
like a thousand winds that blow
like a smile it kills the heart’s pain
Unlike the day the world came apart
and    the sun burned out
and    the moon fell down
and    the fire became so cold

So i am dead but still walking;
the living ghost of past memories.

:: 05-31-2018 ::


BENEATH PEACH-RED SKIES

The town buried her beneath peach-red skies:      less than several days ago.

All the while in the distance, gravel-filled               caws in the distance measured a
thickness of time; the casket lid, rained                  with tears, sank beneath Earth’s longest wave.

Everyone had dirt under their nails                     and a heavy weight of guilt. Then,
at night on the 1st of May she returned               to town on an errand so vital
that she had come                                                    unannounced and entered

into the cafe where she last had cried–              while holding the hand of her lover,
she sat down at the chair with red eyes              and again watched her fiancé bleed
from a wound within his head; his blue             sapphire eyes melting as their dying hearts.

THE gunman was wrestled to the ground
on top of a love poem she
had penned to her fiancé . In part it read:

“The town buried her beneath peach-red skies…”

:: 04-25-2018 ::


I GIVE IT TO YOU

So many hurts so many days
so another night; slowly
closing within lonely nights.
i can remember those words
like molting lava burning,
touching me — freezing my skin
— can i still pretend
you still love me?

Feeling memories and crazy
losing sleep and found i am
way too deep into you —
i can’t believe your gone.

pretending you still hold me
AND…

Whereeever you go
i am with you
Whatever you dream
i dream too
whenever you need love
i am here for you.

after the rains
after the flames
after the tears
too.

i watch the shadows
fading —
so hithard
i cannot see who
crossed my heart

But you were the first
and shall be last

and i will be the same.
tic-tock time across
the fragile wall
and i will be back
to see who fell
across my heart:

you were the first
and will be the last.

:: 01-23-2018 ::


EMPTY WORDS

Empty words, emotionally inward —

a wound of divided space,
Of vacant space, yourself

Running away to a very last one.

The tears turn dry.

As love cries.

:: 01-23-2018 ::


THE WORLD PART THREE OF WAR

THE boots are marching
through the cities,
mud, and frost
The boots are marching
and they bring red capes
across the borders

The boots who stamp
their footprints upon
the faces of the dead,
dying, and fearful
are coming

But the four seaons
are unpreturbed by
human nonesence
and the world turns
the world turns
within fire, blood,
and anguish …
the pain of living.

And the boots
they are marching
into the THIRD!

:: 12-23-2017 ::


AS LONELY AS MY HEART

Dark clouds as lonely as
my heart
Weeping tears of my
life
so begins again the night
the fright of living life

I want to be the one
I want to leave & run
I want to see the end
I want to taste real things

All my life I wanted to feel
but had a hold upon my heart
Never had a thing to say
to the indifferent Souls
So let me feel let me hear
all the pain of my lost life

Where I belong.

Where I cry.

Where I live inside
a vault
where it’s all my
own fault.

So dark clouds as lonely
as my heart
weeping tears of my own life.

:: 11-06-2017 ::


THE FLESH: A BILLBOARD

Immeasurable,
unlabeled, word-
less by
studded
tears
and
voice,

APHONIC.

Only death by
tenderness
swoops down
as eternity
and her hands,
soft as fire;
as time

the flesh;
a billboard
the soul
neon lights.

:: 11-06-2017 ::


VIII

IN quiet moments
My brain screams
Delightful sun rays
Melting inside me
The grass is green
the fence slowly
rotting.
:: 10-04-2017 ::

THE LEAST FAVORITE THINGS

That within my hands
are the crumbled lives
of ghosts who have passed
me by
And when like a wounded demon
that begs so perfectly saying
all the lies I wish were true
These are the least favorite things
I find within my life

When the world closes its eyes
and love moves away like a train
from purgatory’s station
When like a sentenced soul
the judge turns away from shame
then my life has been
but a sweet memory
and the most wonderful
pain of all…

:: 08-19-2017 ::