Ash Heart

A medley of mini poems.

Intrepid the murdering like a painting, a photo,a sculpture and picture a vulture that watches as we pass through revolving doors of a loveless world as we come and go universally blind in subliminal windows

There is no meaning anymore

Abandonment hurts getting worse unbearable

In limbo, I am no hero

My heart is hail

My world is death

My breath is stale

My sun has set

My soul is frozen

My hope has left

My words are broken

My eyes have wept

Thoughtlessness is an awful bliss

Isolation complicates things

Helplessness is selfishness

Sounds like the moons pulse, I can hear it, feel it in my heart

Cemeteries are the closest you’ll ever be to life, among the dead who lived

A man passed away, but through the love for this man, he lives on within us

The merging of mental tendrils flesh and metal fall together like leaves, dead brethren settled at the bottom, fallen flower petals underground rotten

Anyone can pull the trigger on a gun

Anyone can kill someone

Anyone can pull a trigger, and give the world the middle finger

You don’t have to understand to kill a man

You have to take a stand to fall from the cold dead hands of humanity

It doesn’t take strength to strangle life, to step on a flower, to kill the victim, call them a coward

Fall into fate, stumble into death

Iron plated hatred

Fire sated

Well awaited

Clad in madness

Ready Armageddon’s hellfire's reckoning, call, beacon ultimatum to the selected Sabbath’s savage recreating creation

Welcome walking off the balcony and through the lips of the abyss

In the wake of eternity

In the blink of existence

The breaking maze of crumbling clay

No time of day to run away from a life of grey particularly inside your brain

Iron Miners

I’m nothing but an afterimage of privilege, strangled by my decisions, hanging by my opinions, witness to my inhibition

Commitment collects sediment like a falling wrecking ball

And the animals say:

Go back to the mechanical hole you come from, leave the home you stole from us others, and call yourselves brothers over our bodies

For I am a spark from the heart that had once been a fire

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.