AnomalyRelevance binds itself with logic and reason,So feeling illogically irrelevant must definitely be considered treason.The actions we choose, are they correct to do or refuse whenwe expire to aspire?;and die to get high and viewed?Burnt offerings,placed upon the tongue within the Godhead's mawStare in awe, your meat is raw and untenderedExperience a lifetime's intenseintents within the confines of a mere year's relents,And find your soul to be renderedTo feel truely alive is to dance with death,Laugh monotony in the face, and let Him smell the poison on your breath..You still have time before it's your time, young,Before you, too, are placed upon the Godhead's tongueBridge your mentality's limits and pull the "veil" from your eyes.Everyone diesof course, you know that to be trueYet we live each day together like we'll all live forever,'til we see that our story is through.
Cinquains II Sun Huge, Bright Rising, Shining, Setting Sustains all possible growth Star Rain Cold, Wet Pouring, Splashing, Drizzling Quenches the earth's thirst Water
DeivoreSunlight gleams upon the crossReflects white into curious eyesDistracts them from painful lossGives hope to an idea of demiseBelief dictates future fabricationsFantasies are human obesessionOriginates in moral expectationsForces people to give confessionFlesh spreads to feed multitudesAwaits the growing hunger of faithFalls from the highest of altitudesMouths open to devour the wraithBlood fills their drinking glassesRains down from the body aboveQuenches thirst for the massesEndows all with strength and loveMan buckles beneath His graceFollows the divine destined pathBrows furrow upon his dour facePrayers aimed to avert His wrath
ImagiNationShed the shell, a worn weathered hellAnd slip into a torment anew.Grim thoughts conspire with notion of desireAll parameters are now labeled untrueO' Are we beast or are we blessed?We ask ourselves in times of stress.Do we die in virtue to lie in vain?Or seethe in sin and end the same?O' Sever the stock and throw the stonePoison the well and tap the phoneSay the curse and play their games,Lay claim first and spout off blamesO' Bend the bar and lay the brick,Skip to the rhythm; a feudal flute trickLike dominoes, we swoon and swayTo pay the man and pave his wayStockpiled in a harvest of hatred,Our political pinata party pines;As a product of neglect and ill respect,We gather in red, white, and blue lines.
Attributions to the FlowerFor my very existence I owe the pleasureNonetheless I will avoid you to no measureThe havoc you've coldly laid upon my beingMy aspirations you clouded me from seeingBorn from the union of parental addictionLeft with no choice but to offer convictionUpon myself, my life of which I was proudInfantile words muttered softly blare aloudThis beautiful floral form of self-medicationBrings tranquility to some, others irritationLike a wrecking stone, cocked to crumbleSwaying my structure, on which I stumblePeace personifies into a paranoid delusionLeft curled within a ball refusing seclusionUnable to stand within such selfish shameI leave you behind, with only you to blame
CutsEcstacy in painThis reminder of what wasA carving in flesh
RiftWords have no more useDescribing what I have seenSifting through this rift