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My plundering eyes Have had their fill of delight A display, of heavenly bronze In her auburn swoops I dissolved And drowsed to her thrill Among fools who have slouched To the depths of mankind Shame On these plundering eyes That have had their fill In a deep and devious silence
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May I soon depart From the hellfire, I ignite All the fears I encourage and swell In my starved frame of mind There is peace to be claimed Outside of myself Beyond the walls, that contain inferno There is love to transpire To beautifully encroach And raze every beast That quarrels and quakes in my…
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All manner of strange worms Weave through this night In a maddening, tussle and thrash To the surface With their various, schemes and scars As the infamous passersby All manner of wreckage Declines in this muck In a self-induced haze Chattering, babbling, downward And surely they are to blame From the heave of our engines…
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Tail-lights, beam through the night In a bright crimson blaze Nourishing the lost To simply embark Is the sweetest of joys As the woodlands unfurl Into still golden plains Too soon loom the sands And the plentiful waves The well of lost youth Overflowing, with the past
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The dawn is slow to depart From its thick veil of sloth And just barely I stir With desire and meaning Today The impossible chore The unbearable trek and loop Of the mad It makes no difference, if I arise to its call Or if I tragically decline From the weight Of my quieted crimes…
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So much for this nurturing silence Where the full view of the world Performs, in my thoughts For a gust of new words Has come my way To conquer and command This shell-shocked form Restored to my height I take to the roads of others To appease, the hearth of the norm To be recovered…
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We are given two paths Through the dense morning fog The untraveled And a tried and true maze
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Down, in the blaze I have earned In a meteor’s demise The winds all sing and wail In our decline I am owed to the soil To the ember and earth Set carelessly aflame by youth Sailing down From a brief spell of pride To be splintered and fried For my high-hoping crimes
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Will I miss the withered brown blades Succumbed to sun rays In the scourge of July? What will I recall With fondness From the cool autumn gray? Nothing more Than a few timid nights What arms would I bear In a dead winter’s vice? But the hell-fire sun Of this summer The marauder of blue…
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I serenade these empty halls When I’m stumbling,far-gone All alone in the fumes The affliction lives on In this warm state of mind The affliction lives on In these slothful limbs At the day’s final hush When I’m drawn to a halt And I freely dissolve In a solitary swig A low mewl of distress
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