Lake of Fire (08.23.12)

The Urn Burns (All Souls Procession)

The Urn Burns (All Souls Procession) (Photo credit: cobalt123)

We lay in waste in the Lake of Fire
As the clouds rain oil in which we bathe,
We people who suffer in pain and fury,
We the people who couldn’t be saved

We slowly burn, burn alive,
As our skin bubbles, sloughs and slips,
Liquified flesh that slides and drips,
And lifts off our bones
Which crack in the heat,
Our backs so black, blue and beat

Our silly souls are snuck and stole,
Caught and carried and cast away

Our ears are eagerly deafened
By our own squealing shrills,
Like sizzling meat on a white hot grill,
Charred to perfection and seasoned to taste,
Cooked slow and steady
As the fires burn our face

We drown in fire wishing we could fly,
We roast in water as we wait to die,
Our wings have been cut
Our souls have been taken,
We beg for dear death
To come cease our aching

To what end do we wait? My friends and I,
To sit in this fire while Satan gets high?
Let’s flip and fight with our little time left,
Retake our souls or give it our best!

That bastard Devil with his evil jest,
Spear his throat and gouge his chest!
Let’s stand and shout and give him hell,
Destroy his house, and heart as well,
Let’s make him suffer, slow and steady,
Like the souls he cooked over heat so deadly

His blood slowly drips, slips and slides,
Glistening wet, down to his thighs,
Like the blood of Christ
From the crown of thorns,
The red menace, the burden beast,
Had eaten our souls as his very last feast

But don’t make the mistake, this isn’t revenge,
We’ve risen to life after three days of death
To save ourselves and save our friends,
We’re nothing like saviors, nothing like saints,
But we brush the sky with happy and hope,
With lust-less love and bright blue paints

With heads held high and souls saved at last,
We who suffer have retaken our grasp,
On poverty and pain,
On love and desire,
No longer we suffer,
In this Lake of Fire.

 

 

 

Rubatosis in Kenopsia (Heart Beats in Silence 08.28.12)

Thump, thump…
I’m here, I’m here,
But where is everyone else?
Thump, thump…
My heart beats alone,
Nervous, compulsive,
In a house where no one’s home.
Hello? Is anyone there?
No one answers,
Not even echoes in the air.
Thick layers of dust
Veil the furniture
Like an ugly bride,
Soon to be widow in which
No one takes pride.
Oh, Apollo, Aphrodite,
Arrive in time
And show me how to be.
The silence is coming,
It’s coming for me,
To swallow me whole
And spit out my bones.
It’s coming for me,
It’s coming for me!
Where are you Aphrodite?
Where once there were memories
Now lay enemies in the dark,
In which fear lives to haunt,
And love sits in taunt,
My innocent imploded heart
Which lay in tatters on the rug
Of ugly green,
Beside my father’s rocking chair,
Still rocking on it’s own,
Eerily as if he’d just gotten up.
Maybe a ghost of what was,
Doing what it does
And as it’s always done.
Oh Aphrodite,
After ages and eons
You’ve arrived too late,
With too little to say,
My fear has eaten,
And now I live alone,
As bare bones with no hope,
As a skeleton of stone.

Pitter, Patter

I could sleep beneath this waterfall,
Beneath water so hot
That it feels so cold,
Or maybe…
Water so cold that it feels so hot,
The pittering and pattering
Drowns the noise inside my head.
Pitter, patter,
Against the back of my ears,
Oh, how I love the sound,
Of pitter, patter,
Pitter, patter,
As the droplets hit the ground.

I Miss Our Love (08.24.12)

I miss our barren desert
With nothing to quench our thirst,
Where there was maybe one
Tree to sit beneath
And read quietly to ourselves
With a few bare branches
And only one lonely leaf
To catch the sunshine.

I miss that clock without hands
When hours passed blindly,
While our heads laid in bed
Sunk beneath pillows
And our bodies twisted
Together beneath sheets
Like a candy cane
Glued together with sugar,
So sweet, so sweet
We rotted our teeth.

“Good morning beautiful girl,
Let’s never let this end.”
And we tried our best,
We tried to make it last.
Like those last few pages
Of a really great book,
We read slower and slower,
As we knew we were hooked.

I miss that hole we dug together
Digging day and night
Every night and every day,
Deeper and deeper,
Darker and darker,
But always together.
Dirt piled high from side to side
I’m not really sure
What we were trying to hide.

I miss our hopeless love,
Our naivete and passion,
We both always knew
That we’d never get better,
But at least we knew
We were always together.

Love and Hate (05.22.06)

I’m afraid to breathe
With the air so infected with jealousy

Love and hate

Hate is my best friend
While love is my worst enemy

It makes too much sense
For me to comprehend

I want to take this so much further
Than under covers on your bed
And maybe a little further
Than just pictures in your head

Can I be your lucky number?
Can I be the pillow on which you sleep?
Love and hate
I hate and I love

And to be brutally honest,
I love more than hate

Because all of a sudden,
It’s all about you darling,
It’s all about you.

These Beasts Beneath Me (08.19.12)

(Ferocity,)
These beasts beneath me
Aren’t just for running away,
But also running through
And keeping my enemies at bay

(Endurance,)
They keep me going strong
As my legs move along,
As my feet hit the ground
To every beat of the song

(Motivation,)
They allow my mind to keep focus
On things that lie ahead,
And learning from what’s behind
And every word that’s been said

(Determination,)
They help me work through the pain
Through the burn of exhaustion,
Though step after step
It might seem more often

(Power,)
And my heart and soul
Is what holds all the power,
The power of love
And the power to devour.

 

 

 

Sun and Moon (08.16.12)

Moon

Moon (Photo credit: penguinbush)

Black widow spiders
Devour the Sun,
The Moon man’s work is almost done

Eight legs scurry
Over here and there,
The light of Sun could only dare

To show his rays
In the ever bold face,
Of the dark night’s lore and it’s weaving lace

Weaved spittle spines
As spiders crawl,
Furry legs, white stripes and all

The Moon, he spreads
Diamonds over sky,
Lighting the night as lightning bugs fly

Clouds roll in
And clouds roll out,
Sparing the night and Moon their pout

“Much thanks to you,”
Moon says to the clouds,
“If you’d stayed around I wouldn’t be found.”

He waves them off,
Chuckles some spite,
“I’m the fame of every starry night.”

But the real truth is
The Sun is the star,
Lighting the Moon from behind and afar

Brothers they are
In day and night,
Keeping sweet Earth in dark and light.