An empty home is a tragedyTo what has revealed itself, upon a day in destiny.We are two petals over curves,And over our memories,Where salvation lies buried, awaiting,The new snows to descend, upon the beautiful other.The little face you show, revealing perplexity.The tears you rain from…
Believe the beast who cried,“My shape is not how it should seem,Because, I belong in the arms of another,And not the arms of shadows!” Torment came over the beast who gnawed at its arms,A man with but a shadow for a reflection.One gaze into the…
Before betrayal turned my heart into an orb of stone,Before the music of selfish attraction,Brought my listening ears close,I realized upon a day when truth glistened on my mind,That I was merely a child,With his feet dipped into the blood of a mother,A simple thingOf…
Together, and nowWhen we will allowOurselves, to spit upon the blight,The doubt,That held us back,There is green upon the leaves, when autumnal frost still cakes them.I am in belief, that this love will flourish, with a crown of blood droplets,Rubies, tears from the form,And sapphire,…
A night without the embrace from thee,Is a night I’ll never be desperate to see,Upon the time when you return from across the waves,To see the defiled me,And know that the sun has run from me.The sun, as you, my created light,A single candle that…
Should I have known to slow the funeralUpon arriving to it?When seeing your form, in a state of no tomorrow,I breathed a sigh that revealed the cold,And gave my grief my hat to hold. Your form is as lifeless as the winter, with no shadow…
“Honesty is only ever triumphant, through insanity. Laughter, therefore, is never to be attributed to the cold logic, and only the cold logic that floods through the political world, at its philosophical core. To reveal a heart, to reveal character and not to ever build…
As though the ground beneath my feetSaw itself fitTo open up, and spill forth the salivation,From a mouth,And from the longingThat had granted itself, openly.You knelt there, upon the surface of the soil,Upon the pavement,And breathed a smile into my hands.A little treat for your…
When Hell cannot be quelledOf its shaping design, to forge a fire in my mind,There are the eyes, I always followTo where they point,Upon my bosom, where a bruised heart, burns black.A little woman with her hair in tangles,And suffering as a stain upon only…
Like the pauper, sideways upon the roadways.Like the pauper’s eyes, with no stare that enters backwardsTo the trailing mind, like the road before him.Like the pauper’s mind, imagined to be HellishIn whatever dream he’s conjured to pursue,Because the sun seems too hot, and unreachable,As the…
