Moonlight Ride of the HorsemanDarkness hovers as a thick mist around,Seeping into soft skin, penetrating light of Diana.Upon the great mount, the White Horseman,Mystic of ages, consul of secrets.Ride upon the whispers of Silent Night,In thy hand the grasp of souls. And flowing mane of thy servantPlaying in tiptoe games with Wind.Drink only of the raw dew does oneself,Graceful droplets of the clean treeIn action of purity and sanctity.To be clean of the ground thy tread,Noiseless banter upon soft mud. The ride is smooth as quicksilver,Unattached to Their lonesome worldAnd yet still free from natures refuge. Light prevails, upon darknessThat suffocates the wandering tract. And fleeting glimpse of the ride,Of one such as thee, blinds sightA feeling of euphoric disillusion.A pained uncertainty of sanity,As illusion is the isle of Circe.And still nameless stranger creeps.Great black slender crept,In silence upon splash of blood red.Slowly to sink the
RustThe progression of the ambience upon the shadowy silhouettes,A deep cut in natures grimace, no longer the melancholic silence.Fresh dew, a varnish on the hovel, the foundry of man's emptiness,His footprints bare and old, and knife is carcass to the rust.But the noise is still existent, the ringing and chimes ofThe scratch of the axe upon the flesh. No longer screams, a melody of chimes and bells.So sweet the music.
FleshThough flesh has left the earth,Opiate, so sweet has not. But stays rather,An open wound.Frequent guest of ours,So close to thy heart.Phthisis should be leaving,Soon, upon my own departure. Blinding to the senses of me,Taste only knows sawdust,Vision knows no colour,Touch is an illusion.And I, left ravage for the wolves.Upon this empty bed,Struggling to raise my hand,Trying to grab your ghost.Ghost there is not,A picture frame instead.Your timeless face,To beautiful to be fully captured.Forever expression you hold,Always that weak smile,Anticipation- lonesome sign,The coming of the Reaper.
The Simplicity in DesireMy delirious lust hangs moist,Once more for the sweet taste of your smile.But what is gone forever, is forever lost,And within your tabernacle lie only bones and echoes.Like a dusty coffin, built to last only the showroom,You are already beginning to fade.And still your voice echoes throughoutSilent hallways upon the dry cracked covering.Persistent as ever,Never ceasing to shatter the heart. The war was lost and the soldiers fell like toysNo matter the cries for an end, they all fell. One by one their spirits risen,As the Grandfather of the StreamWill ride once more to lock them into eternity.My doubts however resurface,Eternity has never been what it seems.What was dubbed eternal has always become mortal.Even in the life of yourself,You lied with every word fromYour soft lulling voice.Your lullaby shambled,Your foundation cracked,Your picture ignited.Forever lost, you yourself have ignited,It was only the picture that kept you bound.Like
Lament for BeautyOh faint and distant glow so close and far,How beautiful the paradox is a coercing reminderOf the simplicity of the dry wood. And the bark of the trees-old creaks tired,A monument in the hot ash and embers,Even they could not fall.Instead forced to look upon the grave,One thousand distant dreams shattered,And lonely wails will cry on yet. Oh great city home to the nymph,Bird, and great Pan, charred and fallenTo its great enemy. It is full of the smoldering reek of fresh,Warm, thick blood, still wet upon the canvas. Never meant to be cover't up. But ash prevails, soot brimmingInto an amphitheater of what remains,Animals burrow through the black.Cancer of the scorched earth,Eyes can barely grace with the fatal glance,Beauty has withdrawn from this place,Familiar becomes forgotten.
NightOn black wing'd horses thy approach,Nightmarish carriage from blackest depths.Into the heart to strike fear,Among men, the fear of life, the end of light.And hellish fiends of Styxian realm,Minions of Shadow, knights of Pluto come.To steel thy breathe cold hard trickle,Like beaded dew, the frost, upon thy neck.And from thy eyes vision stole,End of sight, sanities farewell.
Our WorldTonight we shall awakeAnd we'll feel better;While scars dictate out a eulogyBefore icicle stars drip a lakeOf blood and ink.And our life is scribedAnd our destiny transcribedUpon ozone highways ofA time swept letter.Tonight we shall smileAnd we'll be fine;While bones taunt us in penuryOut of sync to heart's design:Never will we blink.And our strife is mystifiedAnd our history pacifiedTowards x-ray epitaphs onA lunar forged shrine.Tonight we shall glowAnd we'll fly high;As souls sing forth in melodyTo harp string's of an angel's sigh,But joy fades in a wink.And we're aliveThere's nothing we can't surviveAnd we're a mysteryTo bandaged eyes living misery.So let's set things right!Let's burn out tonight!Set the world alightWith the unity of our cries,Never to let the flames burn lowNor to allow our nightmaresPermission to fester and grow.So let's set things right!Tonight we shall awakeAnd even if it kills us;The world. Our world.Will be alright.
Blink.there's a futureI don't wantto plan,apast I don'twant to let go,and a present fullof love,of distance intimacyI hold closest,and peoplewho knowmy storybecause it runsso deeply with their own.and in the balanceof all of thisis where my story sitsblinking cursor-
Send HelpI'm stuck in the middleOf this never endingBody of waterExpecting someoneTo throw me a life jacketBut all they're doingIs throwing me anchors
Bad dayThese daysWhen everything goes wrongAnd you just wishYou could have stayed in bed
Lion HeartI am a girl of the sunand lion blood pumpsthrough my veins.
AwakeInsomnia rends the night skywith dreamsof daybreak