Clarity

Strange voices utter words of disease inside my ears.
I lay here on my own, awestruck and bewildered.
As autumn leaves dredge the Earth's loins
with sanguine stripes of divine epiphany
and the wet kisses of a distilled lust,
cloister inside my veins... i drain in fear... and plunge in the void.

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A groan in the dark

I saw you in an olive grove. 

Floating astray, in a golden sparkle... some call it God's grace. 

I wonder why... 

And the children's dread could be felt from afar. 

Their hands of steaming clay, festering in the dark, 

while ominous shrieks trimmed the edge of the canopy... 

only to succumb to the primal stir of death... 

lurking to inseminate this holly piece of land. 

My bane... my fear... my path... 

A groan... some say, "Thou shall not pass"! 

I'm drained of lust and bone and semen in disguise 

Segregate my limbo from this pestilence tonight. 

I want to feel once more, the hollows of your sigh... 

Bathing in a sparkle suit, amidst the olive fleece, 

that some call the grace of God... 

with no reason to live... or die. 

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Kiss me goodbye

Streets of silence, craft their pulse inside a beacon's slit. 

A woman buries her doll in the barren land of illusion... 

then lips the verse of an unutterable chant... and dies secretly. 

A goodbye tune stumbles upon the etching of a thousand primal fears. 

I glow unfulfilled inside the darkest praise of the Lord. 

Don't ask me why... kiss me goodbye 

I paid my dues... in obscenity... in lust... and deviation...

and lay my penitence claw before your scrambled angels in sight... 

Amidst crows, strayed far away from Heaven's den 

and vultures, feasting on my unchristened child's limbo, 

I walk skinning my past... and screening my future. 

There is no atonement, in what commands He who fell from grace. 

Do not wipe off the sludge around my neck tonight... 

Do not brew from scratch my plight alright... 

Just, kiss me goodbye... 

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Legacy of the Unspoiled

Sail this life tonight. 

Sail the sultry steam of my dying dreams tonight. 

In an ocean of purple sigh and yellow memories, 

learn how to endure and abide. 

I'll be waiting on the brim of all things alive. 

We will conquer death's den in the blink of an eye. 

Together we shall prosper... and perish, 

inside the hollows of the Earth. 

And the frame of our love, 

will always be engraved in the limestone of this land we once loved... 

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Dreamfright

Why succumb to anguish and despair? 

A stitch of pain and sorrow, punches through the hollows of this life... 

Will you suffer me some freshly scent of fear? 

And the dying strings of our fleeting lullaby, 

caress the edgy slopes of Dreamland. 

And the echo of the dancing windows, 

attends the misty funeral of morning dew... 

Those pilgrim tales of primal wonders 

can linger in memory no more. 

As I stand still and abide by the brim of reality, 

i see you... i feel you... i elude you... for eternity 

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Hovering

Saw you bathing in the dim light. 

Stood there all night, just to catch my breath. 

I remember the days, where together we drew circles 

along the freshly traced ashes of the palm tree.  

Could there be a reason... would it be enough? 

In my head, I'm wandering around bleak spaces. 

I come across slick traces. 

Spinning around the fizzy vapor of your smile, 

just to catch a fleeting storm of life 

Could there be love... would it be enough? 

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Love and exhale

Whenever i bleed inside a dream's sleek thorn, 

i tend to live somehow 

Night disappears in the blink of an eye... 

Streams of cursed souls adjust and abide 

as an echo of my youth lingers afar... 

Only to be  excreted from life's tail bone,  

as the dying fiber of a long lost love. 

Happy, they say you are, when you cease to breathe... 

Still, until I draw my last breath... 

i plan to scorch and fester inside  

every suffocating inch of exhalation 

that you took when you died in my arms tonight.

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Original artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie

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Bond

My sweet child... the one I used to love 

In tempest... in sky so blue... and beyond 

I remember now... when the Earth kissed the grass 

And the well of being forged its mysterious grasp 

I could see clearly... I could feel somehow  

Us, being bound in dream... and fate... forever 

Always to be found everywhere in doom... as ever 

But even if our sorrow passes through Time and affection 

We stand alone... and in unison we strive... together

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