Tuesday, February 28, 2012

And you ask why?

and fuck you too muse lol



Who are we that wear the emerald crown

Sinners not forgiven of simple misdoings

A key to help unlock the silver reflections

I learn to rhyme and dance in words

While this loneliness is killing me

Incomprehensible consequences lie in puddles

Tears I cry fall upward and colour the moon

Refrained memories tasted in polaroids

Litter darkened corners of the room

As my mothers son I believe and pretend

Tomorrow a yesterday ends in the mindful

Never will they say a good word spoken with split tongues

An empty plate feeds a troubled beleaguered soul

Mournful prophets weep from a heartfelt choir

Will I ever sing alone again

Back to the beginning of it all

Wearing black is the costume

Second skin to the new becoming

Cower with me as I hide within its shadows

Turn and happily say “fuck you all”

Monday, February 13, 2012

Guilty cutting Razor Blades

While I ponder alone without the muse


I will tell you how it is

As life has flowed, around, though passed and been a part of my being

Tempted am I to belong and then move on from the illustrative

A simple message is all I bring locked in chaliced ice and hearts of coal

The silver gray of the dawn blossom in incandescent healing

While the strength from these words echo in twisted form

Those that read will understand lessons hewn betwixt sentiments coated

Simmering murmurings make me aware of unsettling that occurs

As others plan and weave sacrosanct political grandstanding

Fingers poke holes in the pupil of an eye as it recants the will of a hummingbird

Then I breathe

The wind moves the aged trees carrying much wisdom locked in tattered bindings

Unspoken yet knowing and bleeding upon the parchment bristling with comment

Nothing changes or stays the same as time marches silently forward on the stroke of midnight

Little is lost in multilingual translations of melodramatic posturing

Meanwhile I drink from a cup that has no bottom or will to just be

And I see my feet, barefoot and soulless digging furrows in the sand to mark my being

My skin burns from sitting in the heat of the sun blistering in variant pustules

I pick and squeeze listening for relief as the swallows run from the cold

And the verdant offerings please a grazed and calloused hand

I close my eyes

Memories cease to be when another salvation is brought for the pleasure

And photographs sit still upon the mantle when gathered in flocks of feathers

Coveted be this pleasing while it sits uneasy within the skin that is me

If words had been left immortalised in prose or chiselled in marble

I don't think I would have forgotten why or others had suffered the fate of the same

Crossed in the vermillion of cupped anger exposing slashes of hate upon the wall

Yet humble musings gather slanderous and pitiful against the will of the masses

Misunderstood and left to turn shades of dancing colour as Autumn turns to Fall

And the snow deadens the sound of footfall as we all lower our head to feed

So I speak

Do I expect others to see me different when dappled through the prism

Spectrums diffused in multitude of hues washed in subtle whispers

And played as the roll of a dice marks my exit on the tapestry

Saturday, February 11, 2012

If this is living

I would cradle the muse in my arms, if I could


I take a walk in the moonlight as tears of silver drip from the moon

To feel a moment of pain to see if Im alive would be far to soon

This isn't where I was planning on being to look on the faces of everyone

Cloudy dreams envelope me now as I sleep another trip upon the sidewalk

Listen for the bustle of a thousand hungry demons

While they bleed in my pockets and steal my life

Slipped into an unconventional coma where Im dead again

I can hide from the world that beckons and plays with the hurt that Ive made

I wish I died today as I listen to the music that I played

Sweet naivety cannot pretend to be as I slide from a different light

Locked down on the juice and check my keys at the door

I often wonder if this lie was a fucken waste of time

Symptoms of an expendable transition tread this that is life

Bud and ripen on the trees, so eat from the bitterness

Feed upon the single doubts wrapped in a miserable trust

Take my love away as it burns of acid and smells of morning glories

Drifted in on the rains you will celebrate my life, weep

Promises will wish all that is silver will turn to glass

Leave me now with a raised conscience clear

I take another step into the cataclysmic and follow the white rabbit

Draw another harlequined breath from the cobbled keepers

I always wore my tattoo’d heart on my sleeve covering the scars of disbelief

Maintained fragments of dignity that would wash upon the shore

Held a tongue out and tasted the salt of the moon as it dripped silver tears of regret

Friday, February 10, 2012

Let us play this game

The muse asks of something Im unsure I can give

Untangle this web


Silken corselettes enwrapped in silken desire

Tempt the saints and the sinners

Whose desire drinks from fire and blood

And swim in the milk and honey of a smokey tapestry

Watch the reflected flames in deep azure eyes

Draw a kiss from that cupid shaped mouth

Serpents tongues dance a sacred vow

Exchanging vipers venom as acid dipped fingers draw melodies in the dark

Alluring in the diamond of blissful temptation

Soothing in wonder of the favours returned

Conjugated on the memories of a cloud

When was the last time love suffered for the first time

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Hey You

Can you hear me talking muse?


Salamander tears

Red sky dreaming

If the sun don't scream

I know I wont

Scratching the palm of my hand

I cast a look up

Squint into the screaming sun

To see better in the haze

In the distance

The shimmer dances

As does time

To its own beat

And I wait

Artists paint the belief

A single grain of sand

As the moon weeps

Traffic continues on its way

Scratch the stubble

Fingers rasp a sound

From the light of a weeping moon

Shadows linger

And dance to a different rhythm

Drifted by the light

Of the traveling circus

Passing on the way

And I wait

My heart digs in your grave

Elegant looks disengage

Harlot nymphs lick slinky fingers

Buried in warmth clenched between hollow thighs

Promises of love found

Buried deep within

I sit on the setting of the sun

Pass on the rising of the moon

Each day brings its own questions

Answered or not in cryptic rhyme

Tap out the beats on the fleeting of time

Count the coins in my left pocket

And I wait

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

I see myself

The muse does not like what she sees, unfortunately she has created me


Shall i whisper you something simple

As I wish inside your dream

I am the sound of those voices

Telling you to scream

I see behind your eyes

It cos I know that Im there

I am your reflection

I am the only one that cares

Im the merry-go-round on the  carousel

Im the furry white rabbit

Reach a hand into these ears

The red pill creates a habit

Hyped up on the hallucinogenic

Is this life its real

Spin me on a finger flip

Let me lick tongues surreal



No use telling

Where this will end

Two fingers block the nostrils

As a fist gags your mouth

I watch your eyes bleed

A kick becomes feeble

I grimace a smile

I feed my satisfaction

I slowly watch you die

Staring into your soul

Yes it is my reflection I see