Famine

Deluge Gods of faint

Praise for dead subjects to sleep

Beneath fruitless rain.

Toil

Small pains for sadness

As suffering is best sipped

More for happiness.

On Entry Wounds

I long to run where
Snipers play, along the green
And blood soaked field to find
A peace I've never
Known from deep within.

Plagiarism

Typety
Typety
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Copy. Paste. Print.

Peachy

A silent nod
At parting ways
Towards the east
Towards the west
A cyclical motion
Like ducks
In a hurricane.

Adulthood

One day a crux comes
Calling to carry away
The little ones' dreams.

Blue Barricade

A sorrow

Songs keep ringing

A death knell

Nailing in a coffin

An anguished cry

On the downward slide

A bell toll

Slipping away

A loss.

The Grave Robber

My nights see roses bloom in such stillness

The air about them tearing on their thorns

Their nectar able to cure all illness

So long as no one lives, so no one mourns.

Each tip, a broken heart they cannot cure

Though sadness they put an end to weeping

One cloud of breath, one set of eyes unsure

Unbalances life to lifeless sleeping.

Every step kills the comfort of a tomb

Where side by side eternal comrades lie

Roses thrive in fragrant forever bloom

So long the breath does not refuse to die.

As this land was shared by peasants and kings

So it shared deceit and all such love brings.

Escape is Easy

I spiral out of control

Because of an account

Of your unaccountability.

I go out of my head

Because of a report

Of your unreportable behaviour.

I fly off the handle

Because of a romance

You found so unromantic.

I keep firing shots

Until one of us is dead.

Active Inaction

Elect to confront

To avoid confrontation

And go simply mad.

Not Being Last

An end in numbers

Ending in a great divide

Destroying symbolism

So that nothing counts

There is no sequence.

Supernova

The penultimate penumbra

Saturating Saturn

In the lithe light

Of the brittle body

Of a fast fading 

Celestial station

Trading tired,

Pitted paths for

Monumental mires,

Brief battles for

Sustained strikes

Destroying decay with

The ultimate unifier.

A Meagre Death

The dawn closes in

Dragging claws along the depth

Of night, striking stars.

Towering

Rage encrusted screams

Hanging off of the rafters

The ghost behind the curtain

In antesceptic

Photographs of life.

Good Morning

A shuffling step

Forward back

A tiny smile

Forward back

A little wave

Forward back

And then goodbye.

It Gets Worse with Every Line

Exhaustion waits

A beast in slumber

I can move no more

The eyes twitch

Counting without number

I can move no more

A weight descends

Causing breath to slow

I can sleep no more

Destroying hands

Plunder and go

I can move no more.

Germinate and Rot

Withering crops

Of human stock

Lay troubled

Dieing of

Self inflicted

Wounds

Filled with

The salt

Of the Earth

Instinct turned

Destructive

So that the

Surest path

To survival

Is not

To survive.

Distorted Houses

Imprisoned by glass manacles
Of crystalline beauty
The anemic lays
Pale and trembling
The picture of ambivalence.

Frustrated

These events render

Unrecognisable the

Passions and rancorous howls

As tempestuous

Screams rail, shake and squall.

Until...

To endure the unendurable
Is a feat of small measure
Inching up the mountain side
Step by step without supplies
Until at last exhausted
Endurance fails
And then you're done.

Conundrum

Without the day

Reflecting light

The lesson escapes

The master

Bound in a fury

Of unrequited

Learning.

A Cull for Genocide

Take the few

The weak

The small

Send them forth to fight

A fool's battle

Of skills poorly matched

Light a match

To the incendiary

Watch the fire grow

All consuming

As wounded sheep

Mill about the field

Bleating, screaming,

Natural selection.

Dingy, Orange Tiles

The light shines within

From without

Illuminating the cracks and crevices

The signs of age

The damaged arteries

The flaws

An overworked heart

An underworked stomach

Little used muscles

And the endless toll

Of the surgeries

To hide it.

If the light stopped

Where light is supposed to stop

The picture would be different

But this light doesn't work that way

It seeks out

And brings to bare

The walking dead.

A Kind of Problem

I stand amongst the
Dark and huddled masses as
We are swallowed whole.

Shut Down

I face the computer
It faces me
I stare into its depths
It stares back
We are at an impasse
A storm is brewing
Not quite a war
Yet
But something quietly
Unpleasant
Like the smell
Of the living decay
Of a person who has
Been staring at the computer
For days on end
Never moving
Slower than sloth
Mold growing
Between the toes
But I can't give up
Not yet
The computer is
Bound to blink
First.

Overbalanced Underfoot

Reaching forward, toes

Outstretched until the bottom

Falls out and I plummet down

To the end, an end

Without a middle.

Forlorn

The joy of laying

To rest the remains of a

Wasted life is fierce.

To Bed

The day stutters, still,

Halting with the screech of gears

Grinding in protest.

In Time

The world tilts on its axis

Hollow on one side

Slightly dented

As it turns its wobbly course

Trading seasons for seasons

Until all seasons fade

To one long, raging, unpredictable storm

First they follow science to try to work it out

Then they follow God, the followers of every god

Then the followers turn simply to the Earth

And desperately try to fill it

Stuffing to smooth the concave edge

But it will not mend, it's been too long

Instead the hollow, empty of flesh

Held together by cracked skin and brittle bones

Breaks apart, and the entire planet crumbles

As the ancient has its end.

Thoughtless Thoughts

Whenever I try to think
All the thoughts go dribbling out my ears
Whenever I try to think
I scream and shout but nobody hears
Whenever I try to think
I get caught in a terrible lie
Whenever I try to think
All of my brain cells quite quickly die
Whenever I try to think
I forget exactly where I stand
Whenever I try to think
I always sever the other hand
Whenever I try to think
I drink from the wrong side of the cup
Whenever I try to think
I decide to give the practice up.

Depression or Disease

Still lethargy fills

My limbs, puppet strings lie lax

Long ago abandoned by a

Disinterested

Dead puppet master.