I drink
to keep my steam
I blow a trick
watch me light
like a dynamite stick
along the borders
of our confined
and faded memories
I sit on the shoulder
of an endless highway
but there are no free
ways
O sublime and calcitrant death!
I am lost in a thousand sequined,
drains. Swallowing the milky water
of freedom
Though I miss the short,
flailing tongues
of a minister's dragon
at the pulpit of Cimarron
Excerpt Of The Big Heist (Trails Of The Empire, January 2001)
"He is to dip his finger into the blood and sprinkle some of it seven times before the LORD, in front of the curtain of the sanctuary." Leviticus 4:6
Red gypsies howl before the dawn becomes insane.
Their eyes blow lurid, golden sand,
as they meet the splendid caravan.
A man of hemlock tears moves by the rain dancers.
Splash the ghouls as they haunt an outer circle,
squander away their arts.
What dismal procession, what rue of heart.
The lines are filing away, as druids malaise
for the wanton night.
Red gypsies howl before the dawn becomes insane.
Their eyes blow lurid, golden sand,
as they meet the splendid caravan.
A man of hemlock tears moves by the rain dancers.
Splash the ghouls as they haunt an outer circle,
squander away their arts.
What dismal procession, what rue of heart.
The lines are filing away, as druids malaise
for the wanton night.
Excerpt of Queen II (Trails Of The Empire, January 2001)
A poison essence calms my dread.
As princes follow in soundless room.
What daemons pad, what pharaohs ghost?
I send my lyric unto the plague,
that in the morrow I shall host.
A reason to survive this tattooed wreck
The princess follows in darkling dress,
her silken loom.
"What reason do I in the morrow host?"
My learned, prophet's soul emotes.
As princes follow in soundless room.
What daemons pad, what pharaohs ghost?
I send my lyric unto the plague,
that in the morrow I shall host.
A reason to survive this tattooed wreck
The princess follows in darkling dress,
her silken loom.
"What reason do I in the morrow host?"
My learned, prophet's soul emotes.
Ode to the Cosmos
May we keep our indignant friends for hearts sake
We watch you for the first time,
as bearer of the lines
The Maker's water tingles at their final escape
Let the murk suffuse with a final dawn
in our nightly death of sleep.
And in the morning hold our fruits,
and yearn for the arrival of wisdom
O heralding cosmos!
Gently a poet, with luxuries hand
Mystery is gone in blemished,
succulent sand.
Stone is older than I.
Cat's a'quicker
Memory arcades define
Words assassin lifts a hand,
with bleeding fascine
While personal tribes, and bribery bicker
I want to forget this all
and become a serial reminder.
Circuitry, wild eyed
tampered, revolute
Particles design what symmetry forbid
(cruel arms and lashing tongues)
I will give no further inquiry, I will give none.
We watch you for the first time,
as bearer of the lines
The Maker's water tingles at their final escape
Let the murk suffuse with a final dawn
in our nightly death of sleep.
And in the morning hold our fruits,
and yearn for the arrival of wisdom
O heralding cosmos!
Gently a poet, with luxuries hand
Mystery is gone in blemished,
succulent sand.
Stone is older than I.
Cat's a'quicker
Memory arcades define
Words assassin lifts a hand,
with bleeding fascine
While personal tribes, and bribery bicker
I want to forget this all
and become a serial reminder.
Circuitry, wild eyed
tampered, revolute
Particles design what symmetry forbid
(cruel arms and lashing tongues)
I will give no further inquiry, I will give none.
princess
thru words so subtle and divine
I see the princess and she looks for me
thru the smokey yet cloudless room
I heard her voice through deepening time
when I see her in her dress
I will wake from dark orders of limitless lines
and when I wake up from distress
I will see her darling nymph dance upon the leaveless
vine
I see the princess and she looks for me
thru the smokey yet cloudless room
I heard her voice through deepening time
when I see her in her dress
I will wake from dark orders of limitless lines
and when I wake up from distress
I will see her darling nymph dance upon the leaveless
vine
Excerpt of Queen II (Trails Of The Empire, January 2001)
A sparrow flees above the night.
I scatter fro and claim her name.
Follow the swan to a porters' gate,
With three hundred tails in this city's hour late.
It flickers frequent, a flailing burn.
My tissue has claimed the secret wish.
Has loathed all martyrs, stammered blind.
I reckon in the soft demise.
Clamor 'board and wrecked the night
It has made me savor all the pain.
I scatter fro and claim her name.
Follow the swan to a porters' gate,
With three hundred tails in this city's hour late.
It flickers frequent, a flailing burn.
My tissue has claimed the secret wish.
Has loathed all martyrs, stammered blind.
I reckon in the soft demise.
Clamor 'board and wrecked the night
It has made me savor all the pain.
raven heart
I watch her glide, this raven
through gentle hearts of snow
which beats inside her veins
with seven breaths in tow
and if I heard that subtle breath
so delicate below
as I watch, remove her dress
while seven bridesmaids glow
through gentle hearts of snow
which beats inside her veins
with seven breaths in tow
and if I heard that subtle breath
so delicate below
as I watch, remove her dress
while seven bridesmaids glow
Capital
lay on the tracks
splay in the snow
in front of a house
which has no name
a satyr begged me
to jump from the train
but now sanctity
has laid sermon o'er me
has removed all lethargy
and all doubt
let me take you
I will show you
all the days in love
let me take you
I will show you
where The House Of The Living
was erected
where perfumed rubies
clothe themselves
in the slow scent
of hours lost
and great crystalline entities arise
o, beguiling craft!
let me take you
I will show you
thru The Deacon's Glove
splay in the snow
in front of a house
which has no name
a satyr begged me
to jump from the train
but now sanctity
has laid sermon o'er me
has removed all lethargy
and all doubt
let me take you
I will show you
all the days in love
let me take you
I will show you
where The House Of The Living
was erected
where perfumed rubies
clothe themselves
in the slow scent
of hours lost
and great crystalline entities arise
o, beguiling craft!
let me take you
I will show you
thru The Deacon's Glove
crazy bitch
the black pearls of her eyes
flow like dark sunshine
on the summoning sweetness
of her smile
I watched a thousand birds
sing, as she walks, as I kneel
before her in the limitless verizon
of her lips
When I sit on the grass before her
and see the pounding of our flesh
in the limitless gaze of her faceless
shadow
flow like dark sunshine
on the summoning sweetness
of her smile
I watched a thousand birds
sing, as she walks, as I kneel
before her in the limitless verizon
of her lips
When I sit on the grass before her
and see the pounding of our flesh
in the limitless gaze of her faceless
shadow
dipsomaniac
tears pour off of her drunken lips
desperate yearning, in my endless
calculation of self
all I want is to touch her face
and listen to the drip of her
softening hips
if she leaves I am nothing, but
a husk, a tempted and ruined self
masked in endless tears that trace
her falling wings upon the dirt
and forlorn tips
desperate yearning, in my endless
calculation of self
all I want is to touch her face
and listen to the drip of her
softening hips
if she leaves I am nothing, but
a husk, a tempted and ruined self
masked in endless tears that trace
her falling wings upon the dirt
and forlorn tips
time
and when I wake up from this sleep
I will hear my darling angel whisper
when birds with silver trumpets weep
in morning meals, upon the tinder
with grass through lightening shade
shadows cast through her tail
I watch her writing on the limitless maid
tools, bricks, mastery of night and trail
I kiss her hair, but there is no response
I will hear my darling angel whisper
when birds with silver trumpets weep
in morning meals, upon the tinder
with grass through lightening shade
shadows cast through her tail
I watch her writing on the limitless maid
tools, bricks, mastery of night and trail
I kiss her hair, but there is no response
perfection
the sound of her voice fills my tough
thought
I heard the pale whisper of her soundless
touch
in a thousand blue seas, with closed clams
on a reef
when she smiles I will know
thought
I heard the pale whisper of her soundless
touch
in a thousand blue seas, with closed clams
on a reef
when she smiles I will know
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
