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Laments for a Mechanical Heart

2011-04-19T20:04:00.000-07:00

inside this dream I delve
through shadows to see
silhouettes with sobriquets and
pieces of me in you and
soliloquies for the night
a jackal inside a laughing brigade
presents himself inside this chamber
of music
and so here I stand
still
for no more does blood satisfy
in the darkness of it all
blackout the eyes of
the auditorium and let the ancients
digress
the machinery of night

to solve the riddle you must
first write the clue
and forge the keys to this lock
a heart with a jagged edge
lays dormant inside
this podium of glass
a spectacle of social
dissonance suffering it's
penance

here lays a totem for you
a memory of sorts
for these streets of grandeur
are just dollhouse replicas
of a modern tragedy written
by a scholars scribe

inside a carnival of hearts and
callow eyes
wherein a lie becomes
but another dangerous idea
a cancer on the tongues of
youth inside a dream
of sexual immorality wrought
with whiskey logic
among harlequin hearts
made of dust and ash

the morning after brings forth
a new meaning to fall for
something so fake
and so this paper heart burns
in the light of new day
an era of missing moments
comes forth
tomorrow has come today
even though
today doesn't exist

Solipsism

2010-11-23T13:02:00.000-08:00

exist not on this plane
inside the mechanics of night
and not one where the
romance of the streets
is but another suicidal
dream from an apartment
balcony

sleep or be as it may
this summer mourning
of sister saints and
seraph eyes becomes a
nostalgic heart for
polaroid memories of
last dances and callow
nights

believe not in a life where
the alchemy of us is
a scar above the heart of
individuality but
a paradox with a false positive
stuck inside a concrete void

the theatre of gods is
dark tonight for
the jackals have gathered
to eat the cancer of ignorance
with spoons and sarcastic laughs
and cast their ballots for four
dead hearts behind
smouldering podiums of ash
that spit a litany of
lies

exist only inside yourself
three layers deep
subconscious retractions
of the idiot parade
along the parallel lines
of thought

the great oxymoron
has been undone
fervent dissertations
wrought with metaphors for
murder
a hopeless romantic hangs
in limbo for
the confessions of a callow
heart
come now sleep...

Built by a Scarred Heart

2010-11-23T12:43:00.000-08:00

welcome now all who care

to the final act

a stoic dance for a dying

heart

fallen hard on bended knee

for today starts just the

same as every other

with a grey cloud of thought

a snow incased body

lost and left to the

sidelines of screaming arrows

and stopwatch hearts with

mirrorball confessions

so now please tear away

this soiled flesh and

rebirth this still

beating heart held together

by a tourniquet of

sorts

thus the story begins for

these are the confessions of a

marionette with held

emotions that collect dust

letting the weight become

the pain of a thousand words

wrought inside a minds eye

for she is everything

death and love

every inch of this tied

flesh

the seraph speaks in tongues

and lies

she is the unattainable to this

heart

a dream that stays as is

cloaked by daggers and dark

a story not meant to be or

be believed

just another haunt for

hearts staggering through

the romance of the streets inside

the machinery of night

and so the story goes

for harlequin hearts with

eyes wrought of tears

falling for sheltered and

shadowed souls we

cry no more yet

you are still held tight

inside this heart now

cold

a soul lost inside this

darkened hallway where

we all pretend that

everything is made a dust

and ash and so we suffer

inside callowness

time to grow and be

believe in you

become something

worthy of all that is

and will ever be

tomorrow is a new day

breathe in

breathe out

consume the dust and ash

of rebirth

pull the trigger

eliminate the old

shed this soiled flesh

become like stone

once and for all

Painting a Picture of Sorrow and Redemption with Words

2010-11-23T10:03:00.000-08:00

pierce the veil of

subconsciousness

while you carve a heart

from flesh and bone

a shadow of a life past

inside a dimly lit chamber

for muses under moons

open the vein and

let the ink out to dry

bleeding hearts purge love

onto blank pages

left in plain sight for

all to read

and the moral to this is

tomorrow never comes

because today is always

the same

hang these eyes high

above the open window

rhetoric of

a waiting room inside

a stopwatch heart

with wrists cut for

soliloquies and shadows

of other peoples whores

destined to be and longing

for something else

so where does it go

from here

the writing on the wall

is so much clearer in the

dark light of the moon

read between the lines my dear

and the truth you shall see

fear not sweetheart

the blood is not mine

tether the reins and

hold fast the chaos of saints

peel back this skin

for flesh and bone wait

to crumble like the dust

of fathers past

forgive me

for I have sinned

come now my dear and

follow the white rabbit

down this hole

take this bitter pill with me

and bury it all

come now and see what

I see

lets walk into this

new sin hand in hand

this revelry of bleeding out

push the needle in and on

to the end

move forward and leave it

all behind this curtain of

sin

exit stage left and

gather the dust of what

once was and will never

start again

today is a new day

Self-Inflicted Creation and Damnation

2010-11-23T09:46:00.000-08:00

black to white and
grey to red
the blood of saints makes
sinners smile
viral within a world
so cold to touch
and sweet to feel
so take this heart and
drain the...

let this new day come
strike one black
and then light it again
for the now the devil has
spread his wings
a birth to invention
for fake hearts
mothering the weak and
damned
this harlot forsaken

and so she bleeds her heart
over moons and stars
while servants and slaves
eat her scars and lick
the wounds
a beautiful scene set against
the fire

this sorrow has held
you for way to long
so gather the pieces now
and collect yourself
become the new day
and sail on though with
wings of lead

take your tears and
wash away the tides
that plague

locked now
cold inside this dark room
breathe
that old familiar smell
of futures and endings
lay the page at your
feet
and welcome the angel
with arms at your side
today is the new day

Being Selfless is the Most Selfish a Person can Be.....

2010-11-23T09:35:00.000-08:00

twenty years on and the
weight still holds
blood stained face from
tears and ash
muzzled by faith and
misfortune for thought
tortured by cloth and crowns
and the screams still go unheard
through these paper thin walls
made of glass hearts

the great they say that
tomorrow is just a new day
but do the they mean to
forget all that has
brought you to this point and
if so
how does one forget
death depression and rape
tell me how

these dreams linger
and haunt
pervading wake and sleep
fetal from these truths
and stories distant to all
complexion pale
from this depress

a shoulder for a
thousand sorrows but
my own
a million selfless acts
putting forth persons first
the old self has died
welcome this cold black
and heartless shell
now

tourniquet (heartsick)

2010-11-23T09:27:00.000-08:00

alone is not the answer
to this never ending question
punch a hole through
this heart and let
the dust settle
push forward the needle
inject the filth
high on fire for
the fear hurts more
than the drugs

temper the iron to scald
stitch the wound
reset what once was
a junkie for love
an addict with a heartsick
song on his sleeve
a hopeless romantic
left to wander these streets
at night

this tenement of ash holds
hearts that suffer over
stars and swoon for suns
sorrowed
the cenotaph tells these
stories on stone for
all to read before the
tourniquet becomes a
noose

Persephone's Tears

2010-11-23T09:16:00.000-08:00

the shedding of leaves
and the weeping portrait
a harvest song wrought with a sorrowed
heart
winter soon comes

the autumn forest comes alive
at dusk
for once of summer we sit
and wait for the sun to come
with arms tied close
I had this heart and soul
embracing desire
forever breathing

hold fast these hands with
stopwatch hearts and matchbox tears
sealed inside bell jars for
southern belles
collected emotions for sale
to the highest bidder

amber skies fade to midnight
eyes and now
she is lost to the soil
and seed
summer flowers smoldered
litter the forest floor at my feet
and so this endeavour goes
a fortnight on and on
but to no avail
she has succumbed to the call
descending through the dark
a stairwell through the dust
and ash of
buried souls and lost hearts

the harvest song has now been
sung and winter
falls forth a desolate life stuck
frozen inside the fear
of failing and destined
to be alone for all time

years pass on and still
this heart beats her name
waiting for the sun to set
for tonight
we will be together again
inside this midnight over
the moon

Invalid to You and Anyone Else That Cares.....

2010-11-23T09:00:00.000-08:00

allow for change to become

let the dark waters recede

drain the tears

over cloth and stone

for the things we leave won't

amount to much

but scars and seams

take this dollhouse reality

and burn it down for

plastic hearts are meant

to melt

a summer love that never was

reveals itself

from the shadows

and kills the dust

encase this heart

plug it in

inside this jar of clay

and leave it to beat

a siren song for all eternity

closed inside four walls

come now full circle

dreams inhabit this

hovel an auditorium of dying

where silhouettes of jackals

hold cadaver hearts and canvas'

with hollow eyes and harlequin smiles

a riddle of missing moments

and the thievery of night

pasture the weak for

it's their only chance against

bullets and bad dreams

leave your breath on the

glass like an exhibit of

interest for all to see

but here it is

removed of the warmth

of truth held inside a

fragile frame

slow moves the curse of loss and

reverence amidst setting suns

and wolf moons

with numb fingers devoid

of the warmth of solitaires'

hand

for everyone I love is dead

faded to black ink

stuck on blank page

take these paper wrists

and make wings

fold and cut them and hold

them close to this

jar of hearts

for they search for a

truth of sorts inside

dark waters wrought

with tears ink ash

blood and stone

a wishing well

with a black soul

A Rose for Her Memory

2010-11-05T18:13:00.000-07:00

she is a ghost to this world
left to whither away
like a dying rose
her ashes smoulder on the forest floor
left for an unwatched eye

her soul prevails only
to fulfil a vendetta
set in script
where her story unfolds
for her makers shadow

a thousand words
cannot describe the pain
she feels on the sun
a pheromone lust
written in the stars
constant and avoided

time stands still
under the moon
a ring of misfortune
surrounding her heart
the blood drains
from her eyes
like the tears of
a virgin

an offering to the gods
that hold their eyes
over the clouds

a pestilence brings
forth new crisis
in her already
weighted heart
forever lost inside her mind

there she waits
outside of steel a cage of stone
the gates are closed
to her new home

The Seraph (A Song for Lost Hearts)

2010-11-05T15:37:00.000-07:00

I welcome this to life
once again a bittersweet taste
lost long to this day
a thirst forsaken of
harlequin hearts now set
forth inside this scene
within a dream
thus this story begins
so enjoy the show

inside the auditorium sits
the jackal with whispered
secrets on his breath
a podium of glass and sand
holds fast the crowd stuck
inside a dance macabre
a masquerade of sorts

her I stand amidst
a soliloquy for a missing
moment pulled close
a scent of sweet
in the air
bodies broke and twist like
bones and plastic snakes stuck
between sheets bearing
paper hearts and needled stars

and through the ash and dust sits
the seraph with starlit eyes
vermilion skin and a vanilla smile
a Juliet inside the
machinery of night
where paper hearts leave
ink scars on silk sleeves
and the canvas of eyes
on all hallows eve

welcome now to the
theatre of dark and shade
where an ado
of fervour tempt and tease
exist inside Dionysian
temples of concrete filled
with the devils wine

inebriated innocence of hearts
that beat or bleed on this eve
a quintessence of sorts
an alchemy of you and I
and so she pulls in tight
tongue tied

the siren song of night
fades to dust and ash
of mourning suns filled
with sin
somnolence now
goodnight my love
goodbye...

but just another...

2010-11-05T15:25:00.000-07:00

matchbox tears and bell jar hearts
mirrorball dreams made of
broken glass
polaroid memories
of days gone past
a love letter written in stone
melodies with no meaning
an endless search for purpose...

and there sits the clown with the jackal
whispering secrets of sorrowed
indiscretions with
cheap cigars and bathtub whiskey
in the dark of the theatre
the walls keeping the laugh
contained

even in the light of it all
life is but another joke
up the comedians sleeve
the queen of hearts triumphs
over white diamonds
and spades
where we all just pretend
that its all made of sand

?

2010-11-05T15:21:00.000-07:00

a new day - chapter one
predictable ending
on bedroom floors with
tear stained hearts
and blood soaked dreams
a citizen slain
for sobriquets and
soliloquies of the damned

come what may an aria
for graves and dying
mercutio speaks to me
the ways of dream
and drink and drug
and falling down the
rabbit hole
my wonderland of nightmares
and sorrow

remove the vein
a wiretap scar through this
disdain
as I watch you play
with barb wired leaves

lets take this slow
exist underneath it all
glass walls and floors
polaroids of hearts on fire
with vanilla skin
hollow eyes and vermilion lips
a prison for jokers
and harlequin whores

breathe deep and release
the drug
push the venom beyond
the valley of dolls
and the silhouette of dying eyes
a candlelit appetite
for theatrical refrain
remove the temptation for ink
and replace the
vein

become - chapter two
the darkness come through
the ashes of the wake
for hell hath slain this soul
for seasons
abysmal in sleep
nevermore - forevermore
the crow speaks
eternally damned
chamber the cartridge
clutch the sun
pull the trigger
believe become and
just be...

Dialogue for a Never Ending Story

2010-11-05T15:05:00.000-07:00

through the eyes we see
visions and volumes of
lives left in pieces and parts
whitewashed walls of cotton
and lace
holds these arms close
to embrace
a new life birthed on
satin silk and sin

and so now we hold court for jesters
with lovesick hearts made of
glass dreams
harlequin dames with
ceramic eyes
stuck inside a room coloured
negative in disdain

locked away for all to see
the animal lays left of centre
lines
like scripture from saints
sinners and charlatans
are all welcome
inside these walls with
joker smiles and candy dreams

needled skin with stitch
leather charms
and metal headrests
adorn the walls sky blue
and cloud white
polaroids of bones and smiles
litter the soil like
sand
and concrete skin with sins
written as tragedies
along the spines in line
for love

fabricate a new life with
the venom of thought
conceive a theory relative
to that of nothing and
rise through the clouds
to the altar of higher learning
become nothing and something
from a blueprint point of
view

gestate this sickness and
where it like a paper heart on
silk sleeve
dirty skin with scars
and stitch remind oneself
of days passed
rewind relive and recreate
let the bullet speak
your final thought
for tonight will be the darkest
before the dawn...

the key is a star to this heart in a hole...

2010-11-05T14:51:00.000-07:00

needled stars on milk white skin
with vanilla eyes
and vermillion lips
a tourniquet heart
on cashmere sleeve
and a silk tongue with
a broken record
dialogue

and the story remains
as it began
with song sang
over keys and crates
and strings and sets
revolving around a sun
moon and earth
birthing only pure
tempered faith and
feeling of fear

a soul tortured of sin
sunk deep in flesh
where stars once empty
are now filled black
red and white and grey
depress the meaning
for all it's worth
and scar the skin
with the code

remain inside the dream
and believe
every inch of it's reality
leave the scrolls to
saints
and the paint to canvas
exist on a sub level
of the human mind
and it's inability
to see through these
walls of glass
and read between the lines
and lies of
sarcastic hearts and
tongues

Make Bones for Your Last Meal

2010-11-05T14:44:00.000-07:00

the air is curious
to taste
a light beyond the stage
of consciousness
a soul built by
a marionettes apprentice
trapped inside the
queen of hearts

the scene breathes
come now awake
its a new day inside
the asylum
where beauty lives
wrapped in plastic and
as perfect as the day
she was bought
her name is love...

the architect creates his
birth with strings and ties
a miniature of...
connecting dots in
real time
for those living inside
negative film
cut the chord
and recreate the shape
of eyes and hearts
invoke evolution
make a new day

exit stage left or
become part of the circus
a puppet for a master
between the lines of
modern hearts
and plastic tears
at the bottom of the glass jar
the saddest girl to ever hold
a martini straight up with a twist
on three stones and a splash of heat
to compliment the tar

come now
let the smoke clear
and the dust settle
for psychopathy seems
to be the only reality
be it as it may
a wild goose chase
happiness being the
carrot on the end of
the proverbial string
this heart runs empty
but keeps pushing forward
let it linger
the taste of deceit
is a rose with a thorn
stuck like a bone in throat

An Open Letter to a City Drowning in Desparity

2010-11-05T14:32:00.000-07:00

the lights flicker
across the night sky
and a dark city
bending across the light
of moons and stars
where whiskey laced optimism
takes centre stage of
the auditorium filled with
jackals and whores blind
to the depravity of faith
and fervor to the flame

a dream sequence of sorts
set in fractions and scenes on streets
filled with holes for
empty souls to find and
fill
a euphemism for life

is it taboo to ask
for more out of blood and tears
from the flask
the killer inside me
shudders to taking lost souls
the knife breathes heavy for
flesh
and feels guilt for the taking of
blood from stone
and meaningless hearts

a threnody of love for
modern romance is but a sarcastic reference
of lust and
the writing on the wall
open your eyes and read between the lines
for its these words that
will shape the
world we wish to hold

a place that births saints
from sinners blood
and moves with purpose and
reason
allow for change
and the weather will
change
for the better

spin the circle lets begin
cut your tongue
and become a little more
let your hearts bleed to
feed the flowers and
worms of the earth
become something
more and just be

a silhouette of dying
remains a constant
like that of dreams at the bottom
of your glass
reminds oneself
of what's commonplace
dream a bit bigger darling
for you are capable
of anything you set your
mind too

Evanesce...

2010-11-05T14:17:00.001-07:00

the darkness that i

lay within is self-inflicted

for your heart is the one

i crave

and my mind wanders

the sea with you

forever

your milk white skin

set inside black and white

my eyes on you

among this candlelit

scene within darkened forests

upon the ridge of

forgotten passages

never will i lose

you among the leaves

of this autumn

i will travel the skies

and forgo hell to

find you're heart and

hold it within my own

i will lock all that is you

inside this glass prison

where i hold myself

for yours to take

i am here until

my death is scorned

by those that i've held

so dear to me

now darkness breaks dawn

and the pastel canvas

where my heart lays

on display for you

weeps tears of

blood over

scripture

our story

and it's burning sun

be stills the winter

on our lips

through the pale white

of the moon

that hangs above us

you're stare crosses

my lips with a cold kiss

upon this evening

of our souls

my beauty is dressed in black

her silhouette cast

across the moon

with whispers spoke

amidst the winter

night

there she sleeps in somber

among the winter morning

eyes shattered

the evening past

her heart at rest

from the fervent endeavors

under the midnight moons

eyes

and slowly she fades

a ghost to the wind

my beauty is gone

a forgotten day

a dream to dust

another memory

forever cast in

this heart

now i sit

and wait to evanesce

so i can be with her

once and again

always

Forever is Tommorrow and Tommorrow Never Comes

2010-11-05T14:12:00.000-07:00

two souls torn by one heart

transparent in a once

radiant sun

stolen by a fervent moon

one more day passes on

and her heart still weeps

but just one tear

a rose colored black

paints the story of our souls

on a milk white page

a canvas of lines

set between two circles

tells us all of

tragedy bestowed

across stars

a tempered new moons eve

holds the path of two lovers

destined to be in one's

embrace and

yearning for the warmth

of flesh

under this hallowed moon

the smell of ash and leaves

permeates the air

on the eve

in loving embrace

two souls joined by one kiss

scorned in paternal eyes

for forever is tommorrow

and tommorrow never comes

in the eyes

of love

days pass on

and still she weeps

for a love long gone

forbidden to be seen

chained by all that

haunts

souls week

she wishes for death

than live confined

by words of disgust

so she takes the blade

and dreams his name

with love's intent

the blood drains slow

into a bell jar for him

to keep in memory

like tears on a man

Create=Recreate

2010-11-05T13:42:00.000-07:00

take the world in which you live
and fold it upon itself
warped images
distain
life is what you make
travel through impossibility
and pain
for love
make all or nothing
everything
be one with self
inception of faith
for nothing
create as though you
are the alpha
and the omega
be all that lays before you
in the dust of our fathers...

Behind The Glass Mask

2010-11-05T13:39:00.000-07:00

travel forward towards
the dark portals
and subconcious
mindfields
towards the inception of...
a dream is but just
a dream
and reality is a
farce of humanity
flesh and bone...
where will this obsession
of mind
and the weight of water
lead a lost soul to...
open the door
throw away the key
and let's find out

Untitled.....

2010-03-28T20:04:00.000-07:00

depth of perception
disgust
living to the fullest
bringing forth
a new climactic
dissonance
lost in translation
what does it all mean
life in spades
tomorrow a new day
lost
pleasure on a
subconcious level
define existence
futile I think not
take the path traveled
less
the sum is equal to
the parts divided
among the squares
nothing
sealed with a kiss
the unknown is
forever
be as one
belong to nothing
exist

The Immortals Kiss

2010-02-24T08:33:00.000-08:00

Part I: The Persuasion of Desire

alone in a world so cold
no one's love set aside for me
I sit huddled in the darkness
waiting for a hand to reach out to me
my eyes blind to
the persuasion of desire

standing right next to me
in this darkness
her shadow angelic in every fashion
her eyes pierce the darkness
with their color
her smile lights the stars at night
in her heart rests heaven
she is enchanting
her beauty stolen from Aprhodite

her hand outstretched to mine
naked with fear
I feel that it might go wrong
in the end
my ideas of love
are still motionless
in this black second
that has fallen upon me

my eyes still blind
for I can't see who I caress
in this loving embrace
all I need to know
is will I ever see
my lover's face
in the light of day

Part II: Love's First Kiss

in these sights of sorrow
I see a beauty unbeknownst to me
like a rose that beauty pervades
inside the innocence
that is light and the ever still air
her breath is upon my neck
with temptations intent

as the drapery falls upon the sill
the cold dark encloses the room
where we stand still
alone with two hearts beating as one
a passionate kiss bestowed to her
my love my curse

embraced in stillness
we love each other true
our souls bleeding passion
unknown to the light of day
we exist only in shadows
with the darkness of truth

our love so surreal
it can only exist in the darkness
lit only by a candle and the
crescent moon
amidst the cypress trees
and the forests of November

through the thick of mist
and fog
I traverse through the waters
in search of my fair
maiden of lore

Part III: A Meeting of Two Hearts 'neath A Bleeding Forest

she waits for me with love's intent
but her hands hold a sorrow upon them
that love cannot fix
she weeps for me for days
as I advance through the
misted valley and
bleeding trees

her black robes rest upon
the cold of this forest floor
scented with morning dew
where we are to meet

at sunset
our souls connected in reason
this love burns like a flame
through the sky at night

with love on my mind
I wade through the mire
that I must cross
in order to reach my love

"guardian of the sky I speak to thee,
protect these intentions for my fair maiden
and keep her close like that of your own"
we are meant to be
let this fate pass through time
and let the loneliness be gone

three days among the mist
but now I have reached where
the forest meets the sky
and there sits my love
waiting for me
as the light begins to fade
our love is sealed with this kiss
'neath the trees of this bleeding forest

Part IV: Love Passes by in the Blink of an Eye

the darkness shines down
upon us as we endure our fevered
passions nestled in the valley grass
we wait for the moon to shed
it's last tear
for soon the sun will break
across our dark horizon
splitting it open with vibrant
colors for a new a day

as we go our separate ways
bidding adieu once more
a kiss bestowed upon her lips
my love
my enchanted princess
and when the sun sets to
full moon in one months time
is when we shall meet
among the silence of
the bleeding forest
once more

the days drift on by carelessly
as my eyes rest themselves
in anticipation for the evening
of our love shadowed by stars
and leaves
and now I must wait until
the hour nine is upon me
before I am to begin
this journey
our love has to be this way
for us to be together

Part V: A Journey for Love's Embrace

as the sunrise breaks
the virgin night sky
I begin my journey
three days north to the forest
and valleys of our undying
love

paths of stone make way
for rivers of ice and snow
a stretch of earth hell hath born
and the sun reaches the end
where the thickets of pine
meet the sky in eternal darkness

in this perpetual shadow
I must find my way by
fired wood
several hours led by this
burning eye
through the trees I wander
day to night
and night to day

and once these icy tears subside
I am faced with the mire that
I must cross
a day encased in the cold waters
of the north
part of this journey and its final
challenge

to reach my love I must
face the thorns of this bleeding
forests
and I hear her voice so close
just beyond the trees she
lays cloaked in black
my love
my heart will continue
if thy body cannot

and the valley is within
reach and sight
soon I will be with my fair maiden
under darkened skies of night
shadowed with stars and fallen leaves
one more step and I'll be
with her once more......
my love

Part VI: The Disappearing

to my eyes unrest
my lady has vanished into the mist
her tears shed in a bell jar
locked by a lonely heart
for my memory of her is to be kept
sealed in the jar and this letter of love
written to me on this sad day

never will we be together like this again
we are eternal in darkness
but now it has faded us away
in the end
my heart has died
shattered like a glass moon
above my heart
our meeting broken
by the hands of fate

no longer will my immortal kiss
pervade her innocence
she is taken from me
never to return to my ghostly
embrace

Part VII: The Last Words from my Eternal Lover

"my dear I am lost now
faded in the the new days mist
my hand hath been given away
to the throne and crown
my love will always be for you
never to be lost in these spoils
of war
my eyes will never see the sunset
rise like they did when inside
your arms
nothing will ever be the same
for this hollow black heart of mine
and soon I shall die
so mourn not your loss
but celebrate our love
death is inside me
waiting to emerge
don't try to save me
there is no other way
I must descend now
my eternal rest
my virtue will live on inside you
I will always be there with you
in the darkened skies of night
side by side for eternity
so my dear
I end this soliloquy
with a kiss
blown from afar
and sealed inside this letter
of eternal love"

Part VIII: This Final Hour

alone again I sit
in these shadows of depravity
I shed but one solemn tear
for grief has stricken me with
no thoughts
so I stare through the fog at the sky
screaming my pain
my heart has split in two
never to be mended again

my mind has begun to fight
against my pleas
innocence once coursed through
these veins that darkness
now floods with bitter and jaded
thoughts
no longer shall tears fall
for my grief stricken heart
can bleed no more

my hands shall not embrace
a love so true
the flowers have fallen at my feet
her grave
where they will stay and wilt
today will be the last day
I ever see a sunset

I return to the chambers where
it all began
blackened vases empty
not one love has existed here since
that day
she is gone now
she has walked through the altar
of heaven

my final hour is at hand
for I will make but one last
fateful journey to the valley
once of our love
soon to be of my demise
so to the ridge I go
where I'll throw myself
to the light
and hang for all to see
purgatory here I come
for all eternity

Part IX: Remembrance

one year has passed since that day
and still I mourn
for her love
my heart is not strong enough
for the tears for her still fall
when the seasons change

I return to the forest where
we once loved
to write our tragedy
the snow covered floor
emits a radiant array of bleakness
inspiring me to write
a saddened sonnet

and it was here where
I took my life from earth
and moved it passed
spirit walls
I am death
but love hath bore me
a new purpose
before death's hand
can fully consume

now I sit covered by the snow
inside the cemetery
crying with my hand against
her grave
for one year this day
we were joined at sunset
with love
no more can I live
I need to be with her
for the rest of time

so I suffer the pain
and forfeit all hope
to see her face once again
my blade is cold and sharp
and hangs above my heart
let death be quick
for we are never to be separated
we are forever

Part X: These Final Pages for My Love

overtures of affection
lost to the wind
our love has turned to the sands
of time inside the seasons
as they change

no more will we meet
in secret
a great distance from reality
we shall now embrace our love
inside the light

our immortal love
shall be honoured
in the literature of life
for all to read and
live by until the end days

a rose left burnt by the sun
holds our love on earth
for an empty soul to
gather and grow
and flourish

love is like death in that
it can be mourned
like a passing day in life
the absence of affection
leaves a void in hearts abroad

a damage is done and the needle
thread for eternity
for we shall never to return
to this place
the way it once was
we are gone now
forever...

the faceless

2010-02-22T19:44:00.000-08:00

one gaze into her eyes
melts the tears that are
upon my face
one kiss from beauty's lips
sends me to the sky above
her hands tremble
as their grip loosens
upon this heart

in the snow I search
for the key
that will unlock these
chains tied
to my soul
in the blackened night
my movement is scarce
for no light will guide me

as days turn into nights
and months to years
the faceless angel
my love
still hides
blind to the light
that I stand behind
and again it begins
to pass
ten years nine months
I have been lost
for me
tomorrow stays the same
as today

in the light of my misfortune
I stumble upon the key
my life's destiny
brought forth to my eyes
in the open valleys of the world

in the chambers of the damned
I begin this journey
eight years nine months
and still she remains hidden
her visage cloaked by the black vale
that haunts me in my dreams
my shattered heart slowly
mending it's suffered wounds

my journey will never end
my heart in bandages
will heal in time to be
broken once again
the rose wilts with my sadness
as the blood drains
across my fingertips

speechless

2010-02-22T19:23:00.000-08:00

I've spoke my words
in page and ink
in voice and silence
in depth and sorrow
yet they still go unheard

this heart of mine
still beats for you
my forever, undying
unwavering
and you've left me
speechless
for how long?

I'll never know.......

for you have left me
dying 'neath these autumn
leaves
hidden inside all that I've
ever wanted
to know about you

A Silver Bullet for a Stone Heart

2010-02-22T19:19:00.000-08:00

today so dark and cold
for lack of emotion
blood thick
with depression

these words spoken
seem to go unheard
inside this slow
fading light

returning home
to silence and loneliness
this skin cold and empty
corroded veins
hold black
and only warmth comes
from the candle on the sill

she cuts the skin
to see the blood
for the bullet
will not work
scars on her chest
from the loss of heart

these fragile pieces
fit in the puzzle
of held hands
black canvases hold
only grey clouds
for everyone to see

her color begins to fade
flesh to white
for the loveless has lost
the will
......disappear

the only sound
heard among these
windows and walls
is steel on stone
and the final straw
triggered

Birthing An Heir For Apocalypse (The Devils Daughter Part 1)

2010-01-16T08:47:00.000-08:00

bearing a serpents lamb
burned of biblical plague
and scripture
sonnets turned hymns
in heresy
crucify and disbelieve
only to rise from
stone and nails
a martyr

stigmatic dreams
haunting thoughts
pervading existence
inside the womb
a blood lust for g-d
births a saint
among sinners
and arsonists alike

a child given to us
with the mark of
christ and devil alike
a symbol of faith
for the middle
purgatory cage
a glass prison for all to see

with the devils own
coarsing through her veins
the tempt for death
destruction and dissolution
is strong
never to be fullfilled
for she heeds to
a larger purpose
in life

endowed of satan
a black widow of
religious beliefs
a stain to all that
us right and wrong
with his disciples
feasting on the fodder
for pigs
she moves silent
towards Jordan
to the house of
the holy

tommorrow exists only
in dream
and somewhere inside
there lives an heir
heaven or hell
she must decide
for the hourglass
and the sands of time
slowly fall and fade
away to the grave

her growth from
little girl to women
decades in the making
her eyes glow red
with her fathers blood pulsing
inside her veins
is the end of days near
only she can decide

The Apocalypse Cometh (The Devils Daughter Part 2)

2010-01-16T08:11:00.000-08:00

she is tempered by

the darkness that

pulses through her

while she pushes the

dirt away

and rises again

born of two fathers

one of good and one

of evil

however

in her soulless divinity

still lays a broken heart

forever cursed by death

and disease

apocalypse was her choice

the end of days

her fathers quest for

domination and

damnation

she is nothing and

feels nothing of

the sort

her shadows and

footprints exist

inside a serene realm

a siren she is

wrapped in bodice

and leather and

lace and chain

holding her open

and exposed to enemies

her torture long and

drawn out

hung and burned

martyred on a cross

made of stone

buried while breathing

still she rises
like the phoenix
and to her pawns she says
"thou art shall not covet thy neighbor"
and still she fucks them all
just to spite them

she is the devils own
deep inside
the flesh of all
that is real
and fake and human
in the same breath

she is born and bred
for the death of
everything that is
living and breathing
an aphrodite masque
with an andromeda strain

persephone her sister lost
hades her father
and the marquis
her lover in a secret world

she is torn asunder
the womb of christ
and satan alike
immortal
forever scorned on earth
until she brings it forth
to ash and dirt

Pity the Heart That Never Thaws

2010-01-02T08:15:00.000-08:00

the ashes of you coarse
through these veins
with sewn eyes shut
and stitched up hearts

I bleed your heart
as you eat these scars
and lick my wounds
chained like an animal
sifting through fodder
for truths

endlessly searching
for one of youth
and constantly finding
one of decay
the tree of life
exists not in this
realm but in one
omnipresent of saints
and larks and lore
or so says the
scribe and his scrolls

never one to re-open
old wounds but the
decay on my skin
I tear away
scratching the surface
where the pain resides
inside these veins
boiling with blood

and I scream to hear
nothing for
nothing I am
a perfect rapture
in song and sorrow
won't someone just
rip the blade out
of this heart
and let me bleed
black
and release
cleanse this soul
of disease

the ghosts in my head
scream to wake me
from eternal sleep
as the crow cuts
through this stone
above my heart
for revenge is
what I seek
no more will I
go unheard

The Fragility of Mind in Sleep and Light

2009-12-30T07:42:00.000-08:00

she falls through
autumn forests
amidst the air
of dead leaves
smoldering by the stone
of the hallowed and nameless

her lips tell a story
of sadness and fragility
for her youth
breaths weakness
for empty graves
and undying love

a never ending dream
within a perpetual black second
clouds her thoughts
with a madness
that coarses through
her veins

she lays her masque
on virgin silk
where it's touched
by the eyes of the night
the jade moon breaks
the ridge of forever
darkness

her heart bleeds woe
for misbegotten truths
and euphoric misanthropy
wherein the canvas remains
untouched
as her story is
written by the ashes
of a saint

still she seeks the truths
that lay among the
shadows of the day
this curse solemn
in sleep yet faithful
to the end of days

Pictures Taken from a Photo Booth

2009-12-30T06:28:00.000-08:00

I hear your heart beat

through my skin

a sound that once bred silence

on these ears

but now echoes through to the

core of this soul

your skin pale white

and shining of the sun

a reflection from the mirror

where beauty lives

I cage this heart

for you to unlock

in due time

the days of lust slowly

fade away to those

that give a light upon

a darkened room

where our love takes place

your lips grace mine

with retreat from

the vacancy that was once

love upon your skin

and in your hands

for all to see

my heart still beats for you

on this a shadowed sunday

where the priest speaks

of nothing and no one

that matters to this

forever forgotten soul

we danced among the stars

and under the fall of night

your eyes reflect the

moon across still water

and your gentle voice

echoes of these walls

your lips taste of wine

falling to a heavenly sleep

in drunken stupor

on feathered pillows

under a new days dawn

my beauty I watch

as she slowly drifts

away from these hands