Not of an ecclesiastic joy Do I sing. This is primal, human intensity Life at its natural essence Man in nature. Sun-worship. What holier than the Great orb of life? What doom of man’s mind Outshines? With hands planted firmly In the cold earth Our spirits grow and bless With hands lifted to an auspicious Sky, they torment and terror Rains threats and cast stones… Such are the comings and goings Of jealousy. What divinity is in such matters? Spring and winter Summer and fall Rising flowers dy...

Live passion live Breathe the air gasping Grow greedily feeding On fertile minds Denying jealous time Though to human ends Mortals fall I’ll not dare to miss one moment Of your poisonous ecstasy Though you may claim my life I walk there side step Clasped at arms Life like light is ever fleeting So I choose to be there In life exceeding Tasting touching feeling all For who can say which day This is, a first or last I cannot tell But certain as the sun is rising My heart beats fast and strong F...

A drunken lean Sudden stumble Twice seen visions And memories crumbled Blank days and fermented haze Sprawling nights Of pre-historic rites Chanting and stomping ways Feverish frenzy Kicking and screaming Ripped torn and reeling Bodies pressed and wheezing One reluctant One not caring One is pushing One is tearing One now cries One now dies One now beaten One now flies Life dearest Life delicate Life deprived Cracked cement And a dirty drain Discarded dreams And haunting nightmare screams Pra...

A mind clouded by consciousness So desperate to cling to reason Resistant to itself Denying imagination Killing me it is Damn certainties and sensibilities And reaching after fact Be gone you Stiff matrons of maddening Equilibrium I’ll take my thoughts random Black and violent Tainted by desire Mad with passion Destructive and Bold To die. A slumbering city Eases into nightmares Of faceless masses Eating away the core Of originality All for the illusion I need a dream Life outside of life The...

fate fucks forcefully like rape with all those tears and nightmares tearing the fragile walls of sanity and leaving a bloody mess carefully reconstruct that perfect little life in the woe of aftermath life is but a dream so we learn so tender and young and later discover that rounding sleep is a welcomed escape from the horror it is war just beyond the door on both sides peace comes in thresholds and margins in betweens and day dreams in negative space where you are not anything but have ever...

Fear-frozen Singing violent ends A gentle breeze lifts tiny bits of life Carries them off to distant places Where unperceived they are enormous Black leaves stain the forest floor Faces on the pavement Welcome to new york Trampled underneath One plus one plus one Here is zero Now there, now gone Never noticed Never noticing Fear-frozen Singing violent ends Great halls ring with laughter Music there sways with the tremors Of applause and cheers Musical voices beautiful speeches People out peop...

The peculiar familiarity of a strange room That first step into expectation Carries the gravity of all that was Is and will be My mind slips on frozen time Slides off some vague cliff Plunging into a razor sharp Dream of what is and what could never be The blood more than trickles Down from head to foot and back again Time ceases like breath When the mind wills it so. I’ve seen this bed before Tasted its pleasures and heard Its pains. Not this one and not another Am I just confused? Desperate...

Timelines woven in traumatic phases Marks of woe on masqueraded faces Number the years since The Great Passing. A ballroom holding tiny dancers. Mingling passionate embraces with jealous stares Stepping lightly on and over soul-less jesters Leering at something hideously beautiful. The Passing grows cold, callous like cancerous Consuming and blackening, triumphant defeating gnawing away at a still-born heart. Love lost, bitter life-lessons, two-step sashay Rhythm-less romancing words without ...

Fuck. She threw the word like a rock into my face. My nose burst and I gurgled like at the dentist and spit the remnants of my teeth against her iron fist. What was I doing with her again? I asked what she wanted to do like we were grade school and all she’d say was I don’t know. And what do I want to do. This one though. She was all wound and tight and ready and like she wanted something from me. But his was not about pleasure and I know she does not believe in love and here I am curious. So...

I strain my ears but her soft lilt drifts just beyond me and with ever-ready disappointment I slide sideways into something blue. A brilliant red something lies discarded at my feet and I can’t help but notice there’s more of me there now than here. Respectfully I acquiesce to her indifference, no, it’s not that she doesn’t care, she just did not see me there. I suspected she’d feel me there like something that happens for a reason but then I’m not interested self-scrutiny, content to ignore ...