Journal of AshSin sets in like writing on the stone of the Tabernacle. A fixedMore Like This
gaze watches the snow and ice arrive, then melt into the ground,
giving way to leaves budding into their full display. Decades pass
in threes leading to the pinnacle of a doomed and damned mind.
Addiction for language in birthing the mundane and profound.
My eyes turn to glassy unseeing orbs of memory, unable to
differentiate between the hardened walls of reality, and the oozing
coat of its painted dreams. Haunted by ghosts with their desperate
grasp on bodies, filling their need for the flesh they will never
Desensitized, violent visions of a time I will not ever see.
ElenaElena followed me homeMore Like This
from work one night
and stayed for tea and eggs,
and all that minimum wage
and wars between the sheets
She said she was a goddess,
daughter of a carpenter
with her long red, red hair
and eyes as warm as hazel nuts
on Christmas morning.
Her hands spoke braille
across my back
and made the silence
of Sunday into a prophecy.
She left one October
just like she said she would
when the fireflies
had turned their wings to ash.
And I found revelation
in red, red wine
and cheap red, red fabric
that came off in my hands
Parse Syntactic SynthesizedIn pixelated atmosphereMore Like This
I feel a smoke begin to decline
Punctuated parcels of substance fear
Fire bred with murky, dirty whine
Parse syntactic synthesized
Sterile seeds grow half-defined
Sprouting heads without a mind
Exterminating lesser things
Under foot and over hand
Robotic serf it thoughtless sings
Bloodied chaos in the sand
I feel a smoke begin to dream
Of form of figure of sonic mass
Length of cheeks a salty stream
A wispy wish to only last
A Byron AdviceFaireth the morn, till the sunlit ember shineMore Like This
And watcheth the pearl effervescence of the moonshine
Hark, and hear the cry of larks, the sound of waves
As you watch the shores of life pass by
Shineth the whiteness, as the poet is invited
The phoenix, omnipresent, solemn as cited
Fair be the man, a shine of diamond, in stark
contrast the vastness, a vestige of the Ark
Guideth both, but nigh, fair maiden,
For you must venture forth, and bid thine shade and
farewell. For what is ambivalence, when he who is above
Knoweth that our punishment... is our love...
Faireth thine journey well, both of ye...
And press forth forward, with warmth and glee
For there is not a moment's notice, before the shores of the sea
Alas, set aft, and are as damned as life can be...