Godhead

I wonder if this is what comes,When the dreams die,And the Godhead passes,Into the strange thoughts,Of idiot children,Sweet oblivion,Idle longing,A kiss,Gone.

Tear-Thief

Stolen from the riverbed,Her bejeweled tear,A moment of weakness - Hostage Memories -Icy in my palm,Youthful transgressions and fears,That may one dayOnly sting,Rather than draw blood. Hope,O' Fool's Hope,That thinks this river is not pain Herself.

She Stole the Sky-Fire

She stole the sky-fire,Dripping with blue flame,Pale rivulets down,Her white fingertips,Stained black majesty,To her lips, flames licked,She swallowed the stars,and smiled ecstasy.

Personality Test

The test results are in:Analyzing different archetypes,Jung's psychedelia page notes,Shadowy consciousness between our minds,Type A, Type B, Briggs-Meyers, LMNOP,Crystalline transference,Enneagram Quizletz, in a range of responses,Computed on our algorithm,Compiled by our affiliates,All to say... We're just different people.

Liberation

Fingers interlocked,Knuckles grazing the rough brick,Flowering blade-petals of pain,Trapped under a flattened gaze - gold and green,The heat of a beating heart,Foggy breaths,Catching,In the cold. Joyless pursuits of an endless sexual revolution.

Silence

I thunder at the gates of heaven, Demanding to drag you back to hell, And am met with silence. I'll relish this self-satisfied loss, Wallow in piteous destruction, And am met with silence. I scar upon my corpse, these fine lines, Writ in hard-fought blood, your scarlet ink, And am met with silence. In my … Continue reading Silence →

Photos

Kissy face pictures,Names scribbled in bright blue ink,Now faded with time. How fondly we look to the horizon,Not knowing that our journey is over.

Riverwalk

Black branches, White petals, Red lips, Green eyes, Blue streams, Colorless breaths, Mingling in the cold.

Literary Tarot #1

The entwined lovers.Hopeful dreamers liein darkened waters. Three swords above two.Conceit, jealousy,and thus, Betrayal. The sundered tower.Smote with black fireof righteous vengeance. "God will grant me justice."

Black Coffee

There are some mornings, Between the moment when the mist dews on the thin petals of the lilies, And when I sit and stare at my coffee'Was I a good enough boy for cream AND sugar?' -In that one blessed moment - I forget you,And I sigh - a foggy window pane. But then it … Continue reading Black Coffee →