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Slithering by night through the stillness Through the cool desert sand Towards a heaving prey Far away in a dream ~ Wicked deeds Take the shape of a serpentine curse Fangs yearning for the plunge The fighting thrash and the rattle ~ White eyes greet the heavens Cold, menacing and grey Full of black birds…
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These days, were meant to begin With a Bavarian sunrise Rushing into noon On Siberian rail lines ~ The world, was to burst asunder To be savored under silver moons Sweet, sacred and secret ~ These summers Were meant to be full and frenzied, Spent bleeding out the wages From a lifelong trudge ~…
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Soon I’ll return To the arms of a haunted refuge To the choked ports of a home I sent sinking in the mist Many mornings ago ~ Clawed down to mere scraps To morsel and bone by the scavenging months Soon I’ll breathe in a maddening, An ever-widening joy ~ Until I’m lost in its…
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There’s a jagged piece of me missing And I have no one to blame The many villains who once skulked through my head Have turned to ash ~ Half asleep I wander Through no-man’s land Fearing where the rounds will fall Is this a dream? Is it time? ~ There’s a broken slab somewhere Stranded…
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So exposed Sinful, in the hateful stare of the sun A red divide conquers me I dive, crashing into violence ~ Beneath worldly gods My broken body exclaims All silent , buried regrets The lust of scorching summers past ~ This year has left me to bleed To feed my truths to the gutter Flooding…
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My colors fly high tonight Above the blazing storm Beyond its deathly shroud Filled with the cries of the fallen ~ A melody explodes From the depths of my lungs Like red banners of revolt Before their murdering colossus ~ My stride is fearless tonight I play the villain in the dark I wield a…
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Life’s become a rising bubble Rushing for the surface Bursting apart on the gentlest breeze ~ I fall to pieces I’m reborn in a fearless form Each dwindling era In each ashen toll ~ Once quiet fears of soaring From this safe agony Claim the nights as their own Turning me over in panic
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I’m still their frightened son Age twelve In the rustling trees Behind grandmother’s house ~ Where Georgia would sing Forcing twilight to blush, Feasting and thriving On the wails of forefathers ~ I’m still the boiling brat On the edge of nineteen Bursting with light Swallowed whole by tomorrow By a desolate dream ~ Despite…
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Down, into the whirlpool Late, in the widening night Cold rivers snake through To the bay at last ~ Memory fails me In their tumbling crash Past the soft sighs of sleep To the paradise I’ve grown ~ The king illusion, Reigning in my psyche ever since I fled from its gardens From the snarls…
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We were there, For the final heave of her chest, To see a dynasty fall Glittering, reclaimed by the dark
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