Very well, then I Contradict Myself

I’m filled with such blind rage I hate the fate they slate against innocent minds All I see is this sea of red that makes me seethe Such violent thoughts fill my head Better dead than red, right? Their words not mine  I hate them  For the color of their creed  Why shouldn’t I Want …

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Loneliness

Dark abyss coiled deep An icy hand on my heart Everyone has gone

Lust

I am the sin that haunts  The mortal soul  Dragging out every  Quivering breath  Mixing desperation and delight  So the flesh splits in anticipation Coiled and waiting to spring Into action or  Waste away into nothing  Heaving and writhing in time  To the pleasure of pain  Undulating screams and moans  Piercing the heart and mind  …

Winter Wind

Winter wind that winds  Through the tops of barren trees Scattering the last  Of autumn leaves  That tumble toward  The frozen ground  Awaiting now the distant spring To rot to dirt  And begin again 

The House my Father Built: Part 9

The next day the sun crawled over the horizon to illuminate a miserable sight.  The fire had gone out while we slept and my stranger’s shivering rattled me awake.  It was once again raining and I couldn’t help but groan as I realized all the work I had to do today, no matter how horrible …

Forgotten Tyrants

So sweet the rain that tumbles down The vines arrayed across his crown The king long dead upon his throne Time remembers him a clown Walls lay where they were blown  Wide open to the tone  Of whispering wind down empty roads The king still claims to own His cries desperate to goad  Anyone to …