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Once married to wholesome deeds When the earth was quaint Tranquil and fair But the cyclones fell And ravaged self-worth Unearthing All feral and tasteless desires Once blissfully married To a full and serene state of mind Before the slums Sprang higher and higher They were bent to encircle And cradle the mourned Enclose them…
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So proud In his masculine stride He falls from worth Consumed In short-bursts As the unforeseen A mother’s dismay The corpsman’s cause A cry of revenge A promising tale Among the many They’ve culled
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Nothing speaks And time Rolls hatefully along On a blood-sopping day That crawls Clawing and gasping In fear Nothing can preach As shadows loom cold In the high tranquil skies Over prosperous ground There is nothing to reap But a few brittle words Spat out in short bursts And fuming of death
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Miles ahead In my acrid Self-satisfaction I indulge Till I’m hollow and bruised Leagues deep And miles beyond I’ll race past them all To a thunderous collapse Forevermore I’ll remain The remarkable scene The talk of the morrow An admired demise Unknowingly The helpless grain Circling inferno On this precious Uncaring mass
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A penniless stride Was all he could muster Through the patches Of his former Thriving ground
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A break Between fits of rage The mind sparks and sprawls Gorging upon life A pause in the labor A lumbering death The soul must recall Its unmerciful path Until damnation Drowns out the efforts And the beauty unfolds In a race to decay The devilish calm Will surely Breed fires anew
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Ivory walls Is the noose I feed The home I abhor Where I writhe and languish Where I descend Each stillborn hour Eternally squandered And taken by rot Until the illusions Rampage through my mind And I’m far from reach Disheveled Disbanded Overrun
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Carve the epitaph For I’ve striven all I can And nothing more can liven My lukewarm affections For the empath Is a fire-bound ghost He has slipped from my grasp And left me Devoid of whit and warmth Carve the epitaph For nothing rings true And bold in these words My exhaustion is king Let…
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Today Was enormous and pure The panoramic dream I’ve harbored so long How I swallowed my awe Averted my eyes And trekked for past joys Extinguished Far gone As the full day narrowed Siphoning my breath I took to lost caverns For the comforting Call of despair Today Lies weary and withered Forever unfulfilled And…
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