Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Safe

Ritual sometimes criminal,

Lay low in my psycho terminal,

Sharks enter my path I see from afar,

Black and white the skin of their car,

Peeled eyes back alert status ready,

No sudden movements keep motion steady,

Clean the scene pick apart every seam,

Breath held tight to be free from plight,

The predator stops in shallow water,

Creeps for prey to stalk as fodder,

Silence my existence I watch with persistence,

Observe the observer task careful fervor,

Obvious need to dodge I ignite camouflage,

Hidden in darkness I remain unseen,

The shadow on the wall clever and keen,

Coast clear vanish most fear,

Threats to self we guard near,

To stay safe year after year

Monday, March 29, 2010

Fly

Damage shrug as the knives tug,

Pull every piece sweet release,

Tower crumbles brick by brick,

The sick infect pick derelict,

New prospect I lay my claim,

Hours wane I wither insane,

Lane is changed pain deranged,

Venom lungs lunge to expunge,

Riddled ones the blackness comes,

Cower at first then open arms,

Culling charms enslave dark farms,

The colony rot wicked pooling,

Sheep left drooling follow ruling,

Winds sweep the dust from decay,

Here I lay the sole survivor today,

For my entire race chose another place,

Washed my hands of the tears I have no fears,

Walking stranded through war torn world,

The oceans and plants are shriveled and curled,

Existence fleeting the days dwindle,

Kindle my last thread on this spindle,

Breath grows faint steps begin to slow,

Knees ache and I kneel real low,

I think back and also where will I go,

Will this corpse rot and soul ascend,

Or does it all have oblivion end,

Mind is set I'm ready to depart,

Visions flash ones close to my heart,

I reach one last time up for the sky,

The clouds lift me up and I learn to fly

Monday, March 15, 2010

Nocturnal

The night draws dim yet again,

I stay awake to live in sin,

Revel in my wicked ways like a felon,

No tellin when reality will sink in,

Drifting on this cloud I ignore sorrow shroud,

Although from this height it all seems so small,

Inconsequential and gliding in my free fall,

I look to my left and see hope bereft,

A glance to my right inspires cosmic insight,

The angel and devil both dance on my shoulder,

Rhythm is their life till my corpse grows colder,

Their job is done they step off to next victim,

Maybe him or her they collaborate quicker,

The sick get sicker by drowning in this liquor,

Even I indulge in this cruel elixir,

As I speak I pour this glass tall,

Savor each drop down it quick don't stall,

The time grows late so much that it's early,

I see the sun rise and realize I'm surly,

Bitter to the light I shy from it so bright,

I feel the warmth burn my insides tumble and churn,

Slink away into this villain decay,

Fall asleep to live another nocturnal day

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Futile Fight

Maybe I do it because I can,

I know your weakness and your plan,

Guilty at first or so you made me to be,

Painted the target cut the rope painfully,

Down I tumble this noose grows tighter,

I try to fight back but my strength grows lighter,

Accept defeat to avoid further injury,

Gather my troops and what's real to me,

Perhaps rehash a later time a slight decline,

I attempted a truce yet no hope for mine,

Take it as it comes I am battle ready,

Shield is sturdy my blade is steady,

Your insults are a glancing blow,

I'm conditioned to not stoop that low,

I fight on my higher ground,

Unleash my dogs of hell tactic sound,

You can't refute this halos abound,

And after the dust settles,

Fruitless flower with salty petals,

For there is never a victor in this futile war,

Slandering with mud we should choose to ignore,

Is there a way I can rephrase to avoid your steely gaze,

Maybe the way it plays I should apologize for days,

Or do one better I will follow the letter,

A rule of gold to not be so bold,

To see from your eyes a story unfold,

What a fool I must be to agitate wrongfully,

When the answer all along was elementary

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Addiction

I suppose I could compose,

Some words for those,

Under spells locked in a trance,

Argue to the extreme but no chance,

Take a listen to the addiction,

An affliction poisons the whole,

Spoiled inside left black coal,

Sold the soul for one last dance,

Slave to self indulgence,

Romance of the brain sometimes insane,

Lose what you gain in a moment no pain,

How mundane it seemed yet now all I dream

Monday, March 1, 2010

Desert

The sun beats me down this dry desert,

Thirst so great to abstain is to hurt,

Lonely I wander some thoughts I ponder,

First of my own will now trapped still,

A mirage on the horizon beckons ill,

For if I chase and climb this hill,

Hope for relief my breath held tight,

Futile effort it remains out of sight,

Stubborn I suppose I continue the fight,

Determined to die grasping for light