Monday, May 3, 2010


No heaven shall refund,
no judgment shall be made; no reward or punishment decreed
no way out, no way in
no call to be answered
only the echos of mad men, the songs of sirens
across barren seas, desert wastelands
through the hot jungle mist, the tiger cries
the horns of cars through city streets sound
desperation crashes against the shores of Xanadu, and resolves into the still calm
of wet sheets
While the river is not the snow of mountains or the sea.

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Friday, November 13, 2009

A little death

The icy tongues of the infected ones
lick your wounds and load your guns.
I'll meet you where the river runs
with the blood, with the last of breath
of the twins, both life and death.
We'll wash away their madness.
You've been hypnotized by clever lies disguised as culture
that gives you time, and gives it away.
But I've got something that will make you real.
You be my devil and I'll be your deal.
I know the way you want to feel; hypnotized
And let me slip into your secret place you hide.
That's where I'll stay.
(A little death)
By the banks in the afternoon,
(A little death)
in the alley, straight to the moon,
the attraction that is coming soon
(A little death)
to the theater of the ritual bliss,
(A little death)
will unfold from the lips you kiss.
You won't remember ever feeling this hypnotized.
The gentle cries that silence screaming
will be yours if you act today.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

May we meet again in dreams...

Thursday, July 2, 2009


Girl, you're leaving
behind all the friends you've seeded.
All your plants
are reaching out to you.
The colors of despair
paint their leaves; they're dying
while you're trying to care for them, crying
"I'm in love with you, and I
would do anything at all."

Sunday, June 14, 2009

When you don't see it

Here it comes.
Here comes your rainy day.
Everything you've saved for has gone away,
and left you on your own.

The darkened skies and cloudy eyes are on their way.
This time they're really here to stay.
This time they've found their way home.

But don't forget that the sun is shining on you everyday.
Even when you don't see it, its shining brightly anyway.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Closing In

The shit is oozing right through the walls of my cell. Depravity of the basest essence has taken form, and it seems as though I might drown in this embrace if I should surrender. Oh well. Smoke 'em if you've got 'em. But then I realize that the walls of my cell are actually made from this shit. And so is the ceiling. And so is the floor. And so am I.

Someday Soon

Just establishing a connection... checking out this crazy new world like some deranged scientist. The experiments continue. The results are inconclusive, but the data is a food that compels me to play with it; sculpt it into a pet, or better yet a friend to hold my darkest confidence. Someday soon.