Wednesday, April 30, 2008

The World is a Dying Species, Left Ungreeted by The Promise of True Humanity

No More Grand Espcapes

No more Grand Escapes
No more hidden illusions
No More
phony tears
No more anything
at all

The lonely being
of a
lonely man

His lonely words
His lonely gestures
His lonely silence
His lonely life &
His lonely departure
into his lonely reward

stop me.
stop me
before I hurt myself.
Stop Me
before I hurt anyone else

A Harboring Of Dreams

Shine me atop
a mountain of cool burning desire.
Feather my disease, this lonely despair
& take me into you cloak of thieving
love-chilled arms.
But I distress.
& so undress
my unconfessed deep unrest.

Will it be an undoing of philosophy
or a fusion of poetry

Will the ghosts of our past be awoken
or will the prophets of the future claim
only to have been joking

Swell me w/ your temptation

Just life & all it's indifference
Just life & all it's indifference
Life & all it's indifferences

I can't.

Art by James Porto
Death is my Advocate
Love is my Disciple
God is my Revelry
& I am but the child
of a sweet distant Harmony.
Kiss me, & know
of my Pain.

The Difference between Love & all else, is Inspiration

Splendid Notion

Splendid notion,
from ajar of thought
to trembling hands.
Our song is the lucidity of morning,
our passion the night's willful victim.
So beloved, this infant desire
& instantaneous, these fallen links of
of flesh ravished chains
- no truth escapes me.
For the bars to the windows have vanished
the locks on the door renamed.
& be still this soulless fire
Be still these hungering tears
Be still,
& beware
the pouring down of our reign.
Be still, & be warmed
by the lone dark desert
that is my love.


Art by Galba Sandras
No more dreams.
Tired of the emptiness of these arms.
Dare I wonder, to hold u
No more living, w/out the subtle grace of your lips upon mine.
Dare I wonder, to kiss u
I awake only to a dawn born from your eyes.
Dare I wonder, what it is,
to love u

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Discovery (The Undying Heart)

even the brightest
of all undying hearts,
but one truth is constant.
The Higher The Light Reaches to Shine,
The Darker The Shadows Fall.
And to believe,
and to have faith,
to merely hope,
is to not know.
(uncertainty is the breath of all we decide)
And in this delicate fusion of life & misguided hate,
nothing is neither good nor bad.
There is only Love & Death.
(separation is invisible)
All that is left is all that we seek
in this mortal instrument of the soul
adrift -
a single flower in the fragile guise
of Discovery.
The dream, though changed,

Friday, April 25, 2008

Insanity is just a transference of emotions from one reality to another

Death Of My Heart

Saddened by your unconquerable beauty
when all it leaves me is helpless, & so alone.
The day will come
when I will shield my eyes
& breathe in confidently this torturous earth
& exhale only what is to be
the breath of a new & wondrous creation; possibility.
Where I am no longer the aspiring hero of
"O what such great distraught!"
no longer a grieving spirit forsaking emotion,
pondering illusions
no more the cowering victim of such magnificent froth.

I was the soul you would kill for,
die for,
live, & yet live again for.
But who am I today
& who was I just yesterday
& who will I again be tomorrow?

No one can hurt me now.
No one can touch this.
I have felt the death of my heart,
& its all around me.
Encompassing, & black,
& leaking-
of faithless purity.

Art by Katarzina Widmanska - "as nothing dares to worth"

I fear not the illusions of man, only his reality

To Defend The Past, Would Be To Honor An Illusion

A Conjuring Of Perceptions

A conjuring of perceptions
The fragmented dances of unarmed natives,
helpless to realization
A tribe for the animal mind
A naked girl touching death
whispering into its deaf ear
stroking the perimeters of absent desire
unaware & unconcerned
of its impotence.
A fat man sits in the corner
parading the echoes
of this constant despair.
Death leaves,
but only for a moment
& a breath is caught by all.
Must capture this modest thrill.
Must conceive of a.....
Too late. Too late.
"Only The Dead Are Free"
Dance on, & cling to the night's
shameless beauty.
It's Happy Hour.

Art by Stephen Lorber

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Fallen Hero

Fallen hero
Undressed, a non-entity
No will to call upon
Gone w/ the stillness of a silent discovery
Its death, to love
& life, to regret
Take it now!
To the temple we run
w/ steel in hand
Tripping over consciousness
tolling tin cans of hope
mighty thoughts of vision, promise
now constant notions of disillusionment.
aimless little bastards.
No more secrets
It is out.
Born a fool
Die a coward.
& so this is how it ends.
The imprint is carved.
The truth awaits.
Mortal, indeed.
Alone, no question.
.....To the altar, we sigh

Art by Alexander Zhitomirsky


Beg me to hold you
in my arms forever.
I need to bath in a warm embrace.
I need to hear a quiet song.

Come to me my true one.
Set me free to dream
in your frail wilderness.
I need to laugh. I need to cry.
I need to listen w/ wild surprise.

Whisper to me your strains of wonder,
thoughts asunder.
I need to drown in a tempest of love.
I need to wake this forgotten soul.

Turn me away my precious child.
Leave me astray to wander
in your pale sacrifice.
I need to run. I need to fly.
I need to escape in soft denial.

Tomorrow's Hand

Tomorrow's hand
A lie away
"I always walk like this when Im naked"
Please no more.
"Its just a man thing"
No. No, stop.
Tell me who do you look for
when the light breaks upon
the shredded remains of the night gone by?
Who do you seek in the calm of a new morning?
"I search for my truth & comb the air w/ strange expectation"
Does it touch you?
"I...I dont..."
Do you let it?
Do you try & touch it before it touches you?
Do you know its name?
"It has a name"
What is it?
What, Is It?


Im sorry.
"I know."

A Lull In Inspiration

Faith is trust w/out reason.
- who's carrying who? -
I look around this empty room
& all I find are empty thoughts
guided by empty needs.
Who am I to reason?
Who am I to run away?

- Substance over Symbolism -
(put your flags away)
(bury your crosses deep into the earth)
Scattered pieces of my tortured soul
lie naked & burning in the blistering heat.
Who am I to beg forgiveness?
Who am I to doubt your name?
"Is it truth or metaphor?
Nirvana or just another door?"
u cant tempt me.
(u - cant - tempt me)

O where is Jesus to wash my feet?

I could walk thru a crowd of millions
& never see a soul.
I could dream a thousand dreams,
make love to a hundred,
& never once speak of love.
I watch, though I do not see.
I listen, though I do not hear.
I touch, but I do not feel.
I breathe, but I do not live.
(I run, yet I do not fear)
Lift me up, hold me in your arms
& carry me away.
It is time.

Fountain Of Creation

from the Fountain of Creation.
Suck it dry. Suck it dry.

It takes us so long to grow so little.
An entire lifetime spent learning,
feeling, waiting...waiting
...& waiting.
For what?
To die?
To be reborn?
Only to die again?
There is no fear of death
to be compared to the fear of life.

No matter how much we love
or think we love,
no matter how much we are loved
or think we are being loved,
we are & will always be alone.
Always alone.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008


no this isn't happening
prisoner of my own mind
fear is darkness.
thrown w/ the speed of a raging hurricane,
to nowhere & back, over & over.
no this isn't real
prisoner of my own time
fear is hell,
but contradiction is in all things.
freedom tattooed to my forehead
I march to every extreme -
to every little girls soul -
to every dead man's heart
to every mind ever to have thought
ever to have endured pain
ever to have loved,
but I march alone
& I do not do it standing.
I am on my knees
& I reach in years what it takes most to reach in seconds -
no this isn't at all
prisoner of my own freedom.
fear is fleeting.
I am but a child's toy at it's mercy
but tonight I am held in it's arms.
tomorrow, I could be forgotten.
this is the fear of us all
prisoner of my own indecision
my own insecurity, my stumbling fate
my stained purity, my humbling emotions
my fain decadence.
the child is I
(the child is I)
I must learn to put my toys away.
I must learn to care for them as they would've learned
to care for me.
I must learn. I must learn.
not for the sake of knowledge
but for simple need - simple need
these are the bars to my cage.
yes this is happening
& I am but a prisoner of this happening.
though I do not understand it
nor do I think I ever will.
I accept it as life & as life
I accept it w/ one eye open
one eye closed -
one hand raised above my head reaching, wanting
one hand tied behind my back
& another hand,
whom I've yet to meet.

Love Is Insanity

She slips into my mind a welcome intruder
teasing, tattering, turning me on.
Each motion a conceived plan
each word a velvet hand
soothing only what I allow
myself to understand.
She falls without the knowledge of safety
without the concern for failure.
Im impressed.
I envision us alone in a life
of paper value & mushroom philosophy.
It doesnt stop me from wanting her.
Worlds I can deny, dreams I can forget,
reality I can insist is deception.
Neither can survive each other's death,
neither can master the pain of regret.
She lands between the shadows of my thoughts
escaping beautifully this foolish cry for love.
I offer one final plea,
one secret gesture
extending my hand & so much more.
She takes it , gets up,
& just walks away.
Love is insanity

Tuesday, April 22, 2008


Scattered thoughts streamlined
across a pale horizon
a decoration of a still outrageousness
jerking its way into a blissful coma
My god is dead
& Ive seen no truth
For what do I have left to question
What do I have left at all
The streaking of silence
A parade for pretension
From mere memory
to near moments
I climb these walls every passing day
searching for evidence
that I once have lived
Shattered notions falling
upon a dark illusion
One to & thru another
Ive lost all color
We will walk this earth together
never in loss of our immortal lies
& in failure to dream
of a love inescapable

Oppression seeks to purify.
Tolerant of its way,
I concede to the indignity
& step safely around the shadows
it creates.

"Born To Burn"
The flag of conscience tattooed
within what little purpose remains.
Enshrined until death, and decay,
it saddles its truth upon the source of my strength.
A brilliant scar
artfully drawn by a nameless face
pronouncing all that is dirty, & vile.
A loose claim to the throne
of disease & mindless futility
What gloom?

I Live.

"God Help Me"

Monday, April 21, 2008


Strength in a whisper,
Beauty in a sigh
Stranded in the yearning,
Dying once again held softly
in the arms of a blackened sky.

The savior speaks a fragile voice.
"Nirvana is Alive",
but shrouded in darkness and a forever away.
Suffer the love, endure the pain,
sacrifice the need for meaning.
Wonder only confines,
escapes the eyes
& runs free of the mind.
Lies, can be redeeming.

What is hope without the promise of heaven?
And nothing more.

Breathe life into deaths soul,
only to choke on the bone.
Silenced. Defeated.
Summon the poet child,
naked & insane
obscure & alone.
Return, & let go.
This will be the last of time's futures.


Shy god

"so much knowledge, so little purpose"
Tomorrow will be Thursday.

It is waiting.

Love's creator.
The equal of...nothing.

To what do we owe this life sentence of Misery

Bust these chains.
Damn this power, of guilt,
& freedom,
& to hell w/ spiritual quests.
Eat the mind (erase the memory)
Feed the flesh (fondle the fury)
Serve the soul (soothe the silence)
" but a shy god"
Tiresome indeed.
Black is the color of these thoughts.
"Black is beautiful",
but only to gaze wearily upon,
not to experience,
not this way.
Tomorrow will be Thursday.
Why the need?
the wall?

Art by Xagamus


dark angel.
pure life.
delicate song of innocence.
savage beauty.
the warmth of wonder.
the peril of purpose.
to speak would be to lie,
to move would degrade.
cant touch
cant run
aspire to fear.
all that is heaven,
& love,
is death.
how quickly I die.

photo of Zuleidy

Can it all be for the want of love?

The simplest of all solutions
can not escape me...


promises. promises.

my lips are welded shut
words only weaken me

I must leave this place


Let The Games Begin.
There is no Love in This World...

only confusion...

only doubt...

only pain...

Who Dares 2 Question
This only Truth
of Life

Saturday, April 19, 2008


A woman has no shadow.
An eagle is w/out sin.
Born from dirt & stone
we dance with tears in our eyes
& love w/ hate in our hearts.
Bewildered by the bewildered
living only for fear
pointing guns at our heads
& then softly handing them to our children.
We deserve to die.

Creating our own perfect illusions
suffering the lie of reality
dampened by the folly of our "dreams"
Each new dawn
a portrait of our promise...
A demon of divinity
an angel of anguish
questioning the relevancy
of our unseen souls.
We only know what we touch.
The conception of it being , or feeling
what is good or somehow "right"
opposed to the strangeness of concluding
that it is not.
Knowledge yes, is deception,
yet that deception is only known
thru knowledge.

(I have no more questions)

Drowned by the blood of our failures
& still we reach for the impossible
still we seek to solve
the mystery of the obvious.
The God Lives.
The stranger within our eyes
We are the soul.
Each, a piece of the wisdom
Each, a piece of what is forever
yet there is only the darkness to comfort us
only the frail touch of indecision to shelter us.
We never change.
We merely adjust to the progression of our time,
& of our keepers child like tampering.
Primitive fools.
Can it all be so elusive as to not even wonder why?

I have, no more questions.

Friday, April 18, 2008


Bearing children takes away
the freedom of the individual spirit.
- To Give Life, U Must Destroy Life -

A woman's love
is the sun in winter
the moon at night
but the closer you become,
The heat will burn you
& the light will confuse you.
She is the Goddess, the Genius,
Garbed in diamonds & fine silks
upon the throne of forbidden kingdoms
beyond man's reach & understanding.
She watches,
while you lie naked & dumb.
She devours,
while you stand tall
& admit defeat.
Love, in the name of pride.
Scorn, in the defense of fear -
I am hers
& cry endless tears
because of it.

The Day Will Come.
(the day will come)

"To Give Life, U Must Destroy Life."

that is my plan.
that is my hope.
that is my battle cry.

Singing hymns to heaven,
paying homage to hell.

It is the only way.

my child.

Still Life

She looked me in the eye w/ a caution unsurpassed,
intently searching for what she hoped would be there.
But it wasn't.
My arm hung loosely, draped, & leveled,
over & in & upon
the cars' creaking door
Afraid to speak -
We lingered deeply into confusion
& knew whatever had brought us together
so gently & quiet
had turned into a
rabid dog of doubt & discontent.
- She began to walk away
but something stopped her.
She looked me in the eye again
searching further, desperately digging
but again,
it wasn't there.
She reached for my arm and rubbed it hard.
Up & down my forearm, wrist, & then
softly the back of my hand - almost consoling me,
until she was gone.
Never have I loved any more.
Never have I hated any less.

Art by Bouguereau

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The souls of my shoes
The fingers of a glove
try to hide all that I feel
The long strands of dark black hair
The rejection of it all
The pollution in the air
Lives and dies only to conceal
Leathers and chains - denim, lace
Designed to contain, & to warm
This cold & lonely chase
But it fails. It all fails.
Words that hug in eerie embrace
Sounds illustrating escape
But to where?
This is how it is done?
Well excuse me if I appear too......feeling.
I haven't seen a really good sacrifice
in a long long time.
Must I be required to apologize for my love?
An unburdened sigh and heads turn.
A full hearted dive into the perverse, & the absurd,
& all it can provoke is a dance of strangers,
& a tear to my eye.
- The souls of my shoes
The fingers of a glove...

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

The Gate

Let me know the Glory.
Let me feel the Passion.
Allow me to Die.
Wave me along side the rest
(the ones like me)
Ask, w/out emotion - mute concern
If I know who I am
If right - Grant me the will
to be my own,
& to build a new and profound
state of unquestioned happiness
A structure for which
Peace be it's only Law
& Love it's only Guide
Heaven. my Heaven.
If wrong, the pain of my Death
must be endured thru out all eternity,
subsiding only for the anniversary of my Birth.
For it was on that day & only that day,
that I knew How to Live.
my Hell.

This is where it all will begin, and End.

The heart of a woman
The soul of a man
The wisdom of a god