Weep

Dragging demons from, Deep within your jagged cave, Invisible, cures, that jade you, Wondering demons creep from deep within, Light shining bright, Dulled by dark skies, Every waking hour, Sleep deprived soul, You, beautiful soul, Oh, what ever shall you do, Run, jagged rock cut deep, Bleeding soul, heart cut deep, Far beyond the hills,…

Encore

(This is a work of art about Death) The silence beckons, The grave strives, Death works his magic touch, Barge of life awaits, Tickets sold to Death Gate, Down the river wading in bone and gore, Awaiting Deaths encore. (This is a work of art about Death)

PRISON OF THE ENDLESS

The lights turn on, Dank dark cell, releasing earthly smells, Assulting nostrils, clinging and seeping in deep, Tackling oppression, listening closely for agression, Bruises, yet no memory, Trapped in a prision, mind and body, Jagged insults float through stone passages, Loud painful roars of agony shriek up the tomb like stone, Crackling in ear, roaring…

Pushing Mountains

Post heartbreak, tired and broken, Finding everything taken, Empty, lost, abused, excused, Everyone around you unamused. Pushing mountains easier than moving on, Content dulled, ill amusement, Casting net, catching it on, Jagged rocks, jutting like my life under cement. Time moved past, Love lost, Time spent, Seems like such a waste.

SITS UPON A CHEST

Depression sits on the chest, As sinking swamp sucks in the wreckless, Justice served on interloping thoughts, Saddening, deepening, trembling free reality, Paradox in between knotted rows, Knitted into being by Destiny, Twisting us down undefined paths, Twisting our future and darkening our past, Depression sits on the chest.

BE STILL…

Light bursts through the dark, Spreading as melting ice on a windshield Washing out the blackness, Filling the void with living light, Slowly drifting across the opening scene A snow flake flowing in a swift cold breeze Lazily landing in a bed of glowing white Fresh smelling air Filling the lungs with cold and flair…

JOURNEY

Going this journey alone is becoming a swamp of no return Lost in the brush or stuck in the mud I become Each days journey never ending even when the sun winds down Endless hours toiled with no harvest from the soil Empty promises shrill in empty ears and hallow halls Eyes sunken and shallow,…

DARK LADY

Darkness falls over the illusion of the woman in the black dress, Her hair short cropped, face dirty, no breath. She steps into the confessional with nothing to confess. I watch her black dress trail along the ground. Her fingers brushing through the flowers with the touch of death. Losing sight of her I look…