Expressions of the Defeated

The hand that grazes my cheek stirs me from sleep,Scented in earthy, flowery colors that taste like sunshine,To wake and see her eyes, like liquid amber glistening,And to take her frowning mouth into my own,She tastes bittersweet, like marijuana and sadness,But hungry for the opportunity to escape thought,I swallow her poison, soothe the wolf of … Continue reading Expressions of the Defeated →

I was feeling Anxious

I was feeling anxious,Fingers twitching in an effort to calm,Flipping a cigarette in intricate circles,As ideas flowed from my scalp in oily streaks,Meeting a shallow breath stinking of poverty,Eyes stinging with sweat and living,Another moment summons apathetic choices,Like lingering smoke bored of my company,Choosing to drift away into oblivion,I check my phone, 15:17,Useless,Tracking the time … Continue reading I was feeling Anxious →

Fever Dreams

I glimpsed the Way behind the Veil,In the Mountains behind the Dark Moon,Where thought and dreams flows like honey,Consumed as wine, stirring dreamless sleep. In the Way, Love is a spear in your side,As ever-falling blood form glistening stairs,Descending to Nine Hells' Enlightenment,Where Hermits transcend into hollow husks. Lost faerie rings expand into Cwlwm Celtaidd,The … Continue reading Fever Dreams →

A Moment’s Rest

Lying here,Watching darkness grow in perfect circles,Staining the foundation of our home,I realize with sublime certainty,That I can finally rest.

Peaceful Red

Beneath the surface of calm waters, I sink, gently slipping away, My arms lag behind, as though reaching, Grasping for the impossible dream, Of hot summer air, baked blue by sun, While I sink into the green of sleep, And I close my eyes, in peaceful red.

The Boundary of Tir Na Nog

When the air warms under silver suns, And the ancient lakes births misty ghosts, Dancing faerie lights in wooded runs, Tease the memories of spring-time hosts, Crowned in past glories of battles won, Feted beyond ephemerals coasts, 'til ragged time makes all things undone, And legends fade to whispers at most, Heard now only upon … Continue reading The Boundary of Tir Na Nog →

Of Artists and Passion

She paints in blood and memories,Demanding of herself everything,As her soul is poured over the canvas. He sings his shattered arias,Music crafted in disharmony,His voice cracks to utter such perfection. She writes her poetry while dreaming,The words gifted from forgotten friends,Like a muted plea to be remembered.

Worse to be Simply Forgotten?

I dreamt of you the other night:The white of your neck,Silhouetted by starry hair,Your crooked smile seemed to say,"If you have a problem, deal with it."While you moved to a song only you heard,Golden eyes gleaming with secrets thoughts,And your sharp personality cutting every word. But then I remembered,Your eyes were a pale green,Like a … Continue reading Worse to be Simply Forgotten? →

Fairy Queen neath Amethyst Skies

Neath amethyst skies,Fairy circles’ flowers bloom,and await her arrival: Twilight-tinged Tulips,and Azure Azaleas, Peek shyly open petals.While Forget-Me-Nots,Rising ‘neath purple clovers,Murmur their dreamy hullos.Only the roses,Dream their purple fantasies,She loves them better that way. Caressing each friend,The Fairy Queen settles in,Neither song nor spell tonight,Just a cup of tea,And the easy grace of friends,For this, the … Continue reading Fairy Queen neath Amethyst Skies →

The Taste of Apostasy

Blue smoke snakes from dark lips, seductive, The gossamer dress settles, languid, Slender arms cross the scarred space, cruelly, Wrapping around my throat, adoring, Hot tears fall as ruby drops, regret, I am contempt, lusting, delicious.