IscariotIscariot in Free Verse More Like This
I sit solemnley beneath a courtyard,
Where the sun elopes the moon;
And upon my spindle, spinning,
A spool of scarlet red,
Upon the loom.
This tapestry of ages,
Gem-colored stories and tales of old-
As warriors take their last breaths,
And suffer pains five-fold.
Carried, their souls, upon a clash,
Of thundering hooves and chariots;
As wind coils upon a trophy dashed
From the blood of a fabled Iscariot.
And fire leaps o'er mountaintops,
Decorating dead spirits gold-
While screams and groans
Soiled saints are sacrificed,
The stories weave themselves,
Upon fabled fantasies
Never reality wrought
Shadows: Thinking FondlyShadows: Thinking Fondly in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's a cold day in the hell,
That lingers around my head
While I find myself impatient
Wanting, needing, in my bed
This constant craving for what
You can only give
Drives me across the edge
As I strive to simply live;
The candlelight casts itself
Amongst moth-eaten covers
Of angelic statues in prayer
Over silhouettes of lovers
The silence eats away
The fruit of my loving labor
The heart that throbs and yearns
For its promised, emotional savior
I've sat in this chair for hours,
In this sturdy wooden statue
Reminded of the times we spent
Along the corners of the avenue
While the beggars want their
Coins on the street,
Hello fatherHello father,Hello father in Free Verse More Like This
Your daughter is suicidal-
She wastes her life away
With turquoise tears
And the blood made,
By bashing her head,
Against the mirror's
Down every crying pore,
While she stores her nightmares,
In a box ready to burst.
Their parents, ignoring, insensitive,
Who mourn over
What could have been-
And should have never, ever been.
She lays in a tomb
Dosed with rat poison,
Dead, down, in a grave
Filled with the demons
She tried to force from her head.
Your daughter is suicidal.
Hello father, she'll be gone in a little while.
AppassionataThis scarlet ribbon chokesAppassionata in Free Verse More Like This
Desires kept under silky wraps,
Of floral print and dream-filled trinkets
That spill forth from passionate lovers' hands.
An apple is split, its skin falling like petals
That grace her skin, amour, amour;
She sings a lovely, joyful sonata
To her godly king, her appassionata.
The cream spills forth, tastes of cinnamon
While the blankets are carved hilltops,
And the lanterns' light invites the sun,
That dies to bring life to tender cries
Fingers trace an angel's wings;
Feathery violets deepen a horizon of
Reddened lust grown ripe with age.
And while the fan bursts forth with dizzying pictures
PetalsPetals in Free Verse More Like This
Lovingly she lays her hand
Upon a rose fallen within the sand,
Its petals buried beneath the ground
Only the stem and leaves were found;
One petal hidden underneath a stone,
Reflecting a lover that lay all alone
Disquieted dreams plague her in her sleep,
While it burrows beneath the sand and
With the tide will always weep.
The second lay beenath a shell,
Brightly colored and beautiful,
Yet its inside a cold hell-
As it shimmers with translucent tenacity,
Its inside delves into utter insanity-
A curious man brings to the naked ear,
And hears the shallow, screaming ocean inside,
Filled with such desperate fear.
The third is see
True BeautyAlong the shores ofTrue Beauty in Free Verse More Like This
The wreath of stars
Dapple over the crown of Mary,
Her brow of silver brilliance
To the horizon which
Burns with hellfire each morn-
Never to bleed, lest her Son be scorned.
There stands before the grains
A bloom of bright and brilliant hue,
Its thorns starched white-
The blood of the maidens,
Seeking pleasure amidst vanity
Its petals soaked within the tears,
Of a pheasant's gentle irises,
Its feathers the perch
Of this bloom's stem,
As within the dark
Its shelter lies
Upon the birch
Of the Tree of Life.
Yet along the earth
Such a wonder
InsanityIs this what they call insanity?Insanity in Transgressive More Like This
I awoke, drenched in blood. My calloused fingers caressed the strewn sheets with the gentle caresses of a mother towards her child; yet they reeled back with daft uncertainty, as I stared down with my eyes, mere pebbles of the vast depths of the soul, into the pools of red, swelling scarlet that seemed to form veins wrought along the cloth of my bed. The veins trailed on and on, pooling in dead remains on the carpet.
That was when I was aware I wasn't the only one lying in the bed. My heart ticked from its metronome's sway to that of a man who had traveled a thousand lonely miles, as I screamed a guttural cr
A fragment of a dreamFighting demons thatA fragment of a dream in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Are existential only within,
The harrowed head of
A dead dreamer,
She lies in insatiatable silence;
Surrounded by trees
That spill leaves of tears,
Never reaching her shallowed
Eyes and failing to fall
Straight down and touch her heart.
The closest crucifix
That wards off all the prejudice,
Is a carcass of dead memories
Wretched in bloodied bathwater;
Filling with her doubts and insecurities
And hauntingly stinging her with-
The fact that she could have ended
All of this so long ago.
And she says
She's done with living,
Because life gives her nothing
At all but the nothingness of
Flight of the Black Swan Pt. 1Luminaire;Flight of the Black Swan Pt. 1 in Free Verse More Like This
The moon did dance,
Upon the cobblestones of
The silent, dreaming town.
The village rests,
Not a murmur, nor a sound-
Beneath the tight-lipped curtains,
Of rose and scarlet, shifting shadows
Upon the homes of old and lore.
Two lovers trapped
Within a moment of bliss,
Severities linger upon ecstasy,
All within a single
Yet yawning over
The towering tomes of destiny,
Their fate lay strewn
Within the flame-
No longer did the doves cry
As they held one another
As tight as murderers' hands
The bell tolls
Within the sleeping town,
A Love LetterI could never describe,A Love Letter in Free Verse More Like This
Beauty at its greatest heights-
Until I stared into the peak
Of your neverending, glowing eyes
Upon the sun-lit horizon-
And it burned just for us,
On that fresh autumn day,
When the leaves churned their way
Through the air, tying our hearts together-
And our lips, they did flutter,
Like a thousand dove's wings;
And everytime I breathed your breath,
I could hear cherubs begin their song.
While I laid there, inbetween
Everywhen and anything,
I knew that nothing else mattered
But the strings that fastened
Our souls together, between.
The harshest of skies
And the deepest of seas.
I am yours,