Luna Wept

Luna wept to behold her visage,Upon the inner lakeshore of Skye,And on the precipice of the rocky crags,Her tears ran like vinegar light,Rivulets of her loneliness dissipating, Smelling of burnt sap and children's sighs,While I found myself growing old,Drowning in her long lost love.

From Skies to Concrete Walls

She embraced change as an unwilling participant, Nostalgia's enlightenment mingled with crimson breath, As florid blooms behind her eyes leaked, Cosmic insignificance trickling down her brainstem, She gasped, an inconsequence of time ever-flowing, Then slept in the arms of sweet nothing. ~0~0~0~ She embraced the change as a willing subject, Took medicine with practiced sips … Continue reading From Skies to Concrete Walls →

Eternity’s Heartbeat

There's a purity to loneliness,My quiet country bleached by sun,A sandy horizon unbroken,Where time stretches and shrinks,Until all my thoughts are captured in a sigh. If I close my eyes, I can hear oblivion,The gentle hush of an eternity's heartbeat,While my own dreams spill into the ether,Until even I am a distant recollection,Like salt on … Continue reading Eternity’s Heartbeat →

The Agony of Creation

It begins with a word, gasping in the dark, Whereupon the echoes of its birth sound to heaven and hell, Far cries become whispers as they fold out into the infinite, The song begins. From darkness is light, from light, a furtive mote of life, Until this desert is populated by so many humming grains … Continue reading The Agony of Creation →

Echoes of Ville d’Ys

A sense of drowning, I cannot elude, In this interminable solitude, There are so many holes in my bedroom, Pouring water in gouts of sea-green blooms, But when I flee from these confining walls, The sound of rushing water follows all, Even the city is littered with holes, Gaping like oceanic nightmare-souls, Swallowing consciousness without … Continue reading Echoes of Ville d’Ys →

Adrift the Sea of Creativity

I am adrift the currents of my own creativity,A shattered moon overhead, looming despondently,Gleaming on the glassy surface of these calm seas,I breathe in the stars with shuddering ecstasy,And dive down into the unfathomable deeps,Harvesting glimmering pearls of my fantasies,Clinging like barnacles to shipwrecked stories,Full of potential, romantic, tragic, dreamy,But I dare not linger too … Continue reading Adrift the Sea of Creativity →

Poet, Transmuted

One day I believe I’ll melt away, Deeply asleep, Simply fall unto myself, a heap of reeking dreams, And become something so terrible, beautifully, Because my bleeding heart yet seeps eager poetry, A font of misery in deserts of apathy, So travelers can drink Deep of me and grow weary, Drowning in the reverie of … Continue reading Poet, Transmuted →

Screaming into the Abyss

Screaming into the abyss churning below the edge of certainty, The voice dissolves into the insurmountable void, and so Coalesces into that petrified sea of ink, which leaves Oily stains, dark on my consciousness, likened to A maw of ever-swallowing nothingness, until the Whimpers bubble from a font of pitch, which I recognize, as my … Continue reading Screaming into the Abyss →

Cutting Ties

It’s an awful life cycle, Love, Strangers meet, like the only two people waking a dark, hollow world. Exulting in companionship, soft laughter does it’s work to tie their bodies closer together in conspiratorial intent, forming a fledgling friendship that shimmers into faint illumination, growing brighter brighter. That friendship which burns so brightly, white-hot in … Continue reading Cutting Ties →

I Cannot Let Go

A fist forms, shaking, around a bleeding memory, squeezing every drop, of distant joy, which drips drips into the sand, of an endless desert, flowing forever.