Oh yes, I have been this way before.
Yet each time it’s just as painful as before.
And if the truth be known,
It always hurts me more.
At that moment as we all gathered in this ceremony of tribute and honor before Father Death it was as if there were one spirit behind those multitude of eyes.
Will someone not listen?
Will someone not hear?
I ask for understanding
Yet am confronted with fear!
This light comes not from above
But from somewhere down below.
I look at you in question.
You say, Come on, let’s go!
This thing of war, so foolish and sick.
The smell of death, so smoky & thick.
When some become greedy and selfishness rules
Men find the best ways to use killing tools.
We will weigh the options & the worth of love
We will look below, we will look above.
Will well turn to see if we care enough
To stand on the strength of our love?
I lay there in a state of comatose
As the frightened voice told me it was an overdose
Disbelief was in my head
These words I knew I soon would dread
Nightmare’s Prophet came to me in liquid, lies ,and entropy
His backwards whispers of blue skinned whores
belching blood on a chess-board floor
The quick phase harlequinn and the faceless ma…
I am certainly not a man to be crossed.
from the unbreathing
city, he leaves by temple
gates to black kidron valley
walled grove of the oil-press
where ebony trees gleam in
scented oleander air
and he tells them
_though y…
Piebald Palindrome
Serpents Cross the Anome
A splintered Shell
The shattered bell
Sounds of nothing in backwards hell
Drones alone, drains and drowns
the names and faces
and all sound
…
My hearts so cold
My words so bold
My eyes once light are now dark
And as I speak I hear my own voice bark
Does the bee care what happens
After it had its fill of the flower…...
Am I the wasted flower and
you the bee….
hush now, my
love, the wild night
horses sink to velvet
sleep, the starlit winter-way
above and all below is
calm, somewhere between
eldritch light and night, where
hoar-frost shi…