Dandelions (A Light In Darkness)

Dandelions (A Light In Darkness)

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti
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Something I had fun writing.

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Dandelions (A Light In Darkness) 0. Edge Of The {Heavens/Sky[And-Earth]}

It-was-beautiful-I-wish-you-could-have-seen-it-{the-way-I-did/the-way-it-was/the-way-I-saw-it}

The-way-things-were;-forgotten[the-rusted-bells-of-an-abandoned-church-still-chiming-into-dull

Labyrinthe-nothingness]{like/back/once/lost/just}{that/then/before/again/this}We-were-[angels]

Beautiful;-once crushed like a butterfly-smeared-across-chalk-faces-[lamented-at-crack-of-dawn]

By the bittersweet scotch blossoming wind-dahlia-duvets-drape-discombobulated-days-drained

Dense-deforestation-weaving graffiti cedars

Elysian ecru beacon leaf terpsichorean-camouflaged-gardens

Trees Eden unpeeled cathedrals’-arboretum

Congealing helix tarnished stitch

Phoenix eclipse shapeshifting

Lithium depths sketch

Incandescent crescent Lethe sceptre

Hydrangeas bliss precipitation

Creation grey constellations lace[d] inhalation

Wastelands amethysts branches

Amaranths anchored handkerchief ether onomatopoeia

Sunsetting edifice ebony poinsettia

Emerald medals tendrils enveloping

Leaden petals unravelled battalions

Babylon psalm pond andromeda camouflages’ dawn

Tawny autumn cauldrons transmogrifies eye ivories kaleidoscope opal Styx photosynthesis lithium chrysalis glyphs abyssal viscus crystalline gardens cardinal canaries alstroemerias Sol

Exfoliating misshapen acreage

Painting variegated creation

Creamy weaves evening’s breeze seamstress

Hieroglyphics’ picturesque vessel

Orchestral blitzkrieg mistral

Visceral thistles gild willows

Lamp chrysanthemum blanketing

Antlers fur dampened plant blanche

Caressing etching effigies

Outstretched text tress depths zephyrs

Undressing recollection festering

Bethel test deathless crests unbested

Speckling sepulchre crepuscular

Fresco gold embroidering

Smoulder orbits pandemonium

Unfolded roads coiling foliage

Fleury oranges corduroy ointment

Magenta entrails azaleas bibles

Writhing islands ivories transmogrifying

Spiderweb thread of penitentiary

Flaring arid germanium alstroemeria

Valkyries weave gelatinous

Tapestries green eden acrylic spilling

Cerulean pillow guillotine

Terpsichorean teas leaves

Empyrean ceiling

Spiralling Gaia twine

Formaldehyde sunlights

White lichen cypress

Outstretched biomechanical

Avalon chiffons bottomless

Columns metamorphosing forest

Corridors ore phantasmagoria

Gorges fleury orchid torching

Amorphous porcelain quartz

Ecstasy’s phosphorescents

Blessing bethels paisley haloes golden Sol

Trellising velvety meadows falsetto

Shredded evanescence dress malfeasance

 

(Send The Pain Below, By Chevelle:)

 

{But/and} long before having hurt”

“I’d send the pain below”

“I’d send the pain below”

“Much like suffocating”

1.      In Darkness, Dandelions, Butterfly Rooms

 

 

 

Life pushed me over the dark-edge-of-nihilism;

There was nothing left to do but fall

Story after story after story

I remember the words that now forget themselves

[Dressed raked (falling out of place,-peonies-shrivelling-into)

One eyed (wide)] and [hollowed]

Follow their black anathema

{Rorschach/wax/masquerading} path

Across empty pages [contagious refraining paisleys sable halos mosaic braided (mazes of clay)]

Back through the {meadows/colours} of my egotistical youth

Finding there

The words are of little use

Baubles immaterial forgetting their distorted reflection, now they come

[Across the gilded plains the gulf of ignition]

[Fuels the incoherent condition of an irreversible irrelevant sun]

Much the same-darting-through-my-mind

Silence echoes speech

And speech 

Ends in the same way it begins; {borrowed/echoed/whispered/mimicked/mentioned/shackled/mangled}

By another(‘s) {mouth/memory}

Waiting for an answer 

(Born) among (the) silence

This stillness

[That I have become

(Enveloped in this solid gold hate;

Painting congregations laced in maples aether sainthood)]

[Slithering calligraphy]

[In the plume of aluminum winds]

[Singeing infinity]

Candlelit eclipse shapelessness

Bliss ripples imprisoned ribboning lindens

[Crystalline aureate thistles

Whistling tinging oblivion]

A light in (the) darkness [(

This outstretching mourning shadow]

That everything becomes)

Unraveling under crystal hieroglyphics;

Pitch eclipses lithium abyss

Stitch viscous nickel mithril into bloom fumes parachute 

Bobbing like a buoy 

Among the deep abyss 

Drowning in all

That I {am/have-become}

{Divided/alone}

Life pushed me over the edge; there was nothing left

But darkness 

I am the sun

Climbing th(ese infinite) stairs 

(Just to fall [again])

[Reflected in the waters

(That cast me alone, adrift)]

[(Below the papyrus horizon

Spidering its way emblazoned)]

[(Into this monochrome

Collage of black and white)]

A bent match in tornado winds; tarnished pit 

Like dandelions; sweeping {across/under}

{The/empty} fields of grey clouds 

[(Leaving the seeds of their ego lost within the {dirt/pitch})]

[(Reaching at the moon)]

Is it not {human/beautiful}

Is it not {justifiable/fair} that

I might do the same?

[(I’d thought, {I’d-like-to/that-I-might} do the same)]

There was no light 

So I remade my reflection, for you brother, for you

So (that) you might see, (what) I {see/(had)-imagined} with my centrifuging nostalgia

[In my own image, in my apathetic struggle,] 

A reason

To be

{Or/to} cease to be

[To welcome the depths

Of death’s life with open arms]

Persimmons pointing their

Angry fingers at the dark 

As the sun slithered like

A snake across white canvas

[And climbed out of the shadow

The hot glint of steel-molten]

Is it not {human/beautiful} {useless/purposeless} 

Is it not {futile/impractical/vain} that

I might do the same?

That I might do the same; cherry blossoms shrivelling in a wind of velvet night; wishing only {for/to} bloom

Shaping echoes with echoes

All of them 

With nothing left to do but fall apart

[({In/on})to] the dirt that feeds them

With nothing left to do

But battle against {their/inevitable} fate

Alone, untouched, unspoken to

Men and women plummet

Like fallen leaves rusted by the rain

Decomposing on the ground

To rejoin the earth made eternal

[({Born/playing-god})in the dark

With no real need for light]

[(Blind to the music of it all, deaf

To {all/the} {vibrant/acrylic} colour)]

Rising like the rusted steel sun;

All cast iron and porcelain, all egg yolk and meat 

As if (the) shadow {couldn’t/hadn’t}

{Speak/spoke} of them by name 

#As if the world didn’t hide them from the radiance of sun#

[Like Gaia did Uranus (and Rhea from Cronus)]

Born within their light

An ocean

Of pure, infinite void

Dreaming of (only just to be) grey again; tranquil, one

One moment stretched out beyond

The [dull] warped frame of a second

Threaded between traipsing seas,

Trees weave seamlessly beading

Golden gladiolus corona exfoliate

Shapelessness interlacing

Constellations transmogrifications 

Abyss whisking cliffs hickory

Honeyed sunlight

Tumbleweed peeling ethereal

Peach steeple wreaths of ecru

Sickled eclipse phoenix

Photosynthesis’s rift glyph stitches pitches 

Bristling whiskey pixies eucalyptus 

Depths’ nectar crepuscular sepulchre

Vessel orchestral bethel deafening etch phosphorescently 

Cedars surge with the wind of Armageddon, feather

Tethering the brushing deconstructing,

Rusty percussion; custard blur

The black fingers painting the alabaster walls I am

Such is the way things are

Crystal abyss shapelessnesses flickering pit Nyx’s Lethe cistern 

A portrait to nothing, (brother)

A mural of null

Reaching out like mountains of black woods,

#Coals of garnet staring out of a gouged socket#

[(Here {I/it} {am/is})]

A final tempest warped into the etchings of Ulysses

Into whittling weathered flutes;

Crackling red sunsetting nebula

Arms entangling bangled weave

Into loathsomeness

Into theatrics

Into naught

But the morning sun

A stepping stone {drowning/somewhere/new}

In the {cork/torching/porcelain} sky

Champagne oasis

Painted namelessness

Tarnished abyss

Silver pillow wilderness frescoed

Embroidery golden ores corneas 

As the seconds crawl forward

Through the [red] gloom of every hour

As the peoples walk [endlessly transient]

One through open streets of

[Untransformed (dis)-tranquilities],

Uninterrupted static,

[Cold beacons foghorns of one]

Unintelligible noise [blaring into

The distance; hyperventilating

Life like an echo of something {young/new}]

The impression of their touch;

{Faded/graffitied/washed-out} 

Rippling on the surface their meaningless

Existence could not (hope to) scratch 

Clinging to mediocracy

To overindulgence 

To self-codling 

Tailing, swimming through

Dim doored disillusionment 

Binging on Nihilism; that which

(That) they {represent/are/become}

Effigy alone like shrapnel

Can you pierce my heavy heart?

Crowded in enamel clouds of amalgam

Pushing and pulling, waxing

And waning into elastic waves

Of pavement bent gems blend

Resin parthenogenesis; cemeteries alstroemerias 

Crashing against the rock-face constellation

Lacing creation’s aether;

Grasslands fan(ning) lavenders

Ambergris crystal thistle

Monolithic stitchings 

[Chiffon drawn mahogany

Gauze polymerize tides of rhinestone]

Falling upon each other

Like a house of (playing) cards;

[(Toppling ochre apotheosis

Sol’s exfoliating gates crochet halo)]

Coronas pandemonium frescoed orb

Gorges polaroid coiling corduroy 

[Thrones gladiolus posies

Rosemary canaries clovers]

[Folding Asmodeus rosé

Pandemonium gold shoulders, stout mountains]

[Carmine limes winding dimes

Cyan bramble candlelit abyss] 

[Chardonnay glazed champagne maelstrom

Frescoes phantasmagorical torch chlorophyll]

[Orchards metamorphose gorges

Sol aurora mooring forests etch,

Porridge coral pearlescent

Metempsychosis contorting torrent orb florin]

[Brown boughs amalgam flowering

Galleries of green

Methamphetamine weaved phoenix]

Pitch lithium cistern blistered visceral eclipse 

[Shapeshifter glyph precipitate

Hollow squall polymerization

Constellations transmogrification]

Chandelier piers immaterial

Ethereal peeling ceilings fields cerulean 

Lavenders splatter stratosphere

Flannel attic Babel’s tattered avarice

Ferry monasteries of heresy 

Barren paradises

[(Vice gripping cliffside cisterns

Hugging two round city blocks)]

Vinyl kaleidoscope roping cloak

[Ichor psychedelic umbrella

Melding eldritch parhelion dawn blonde]

[Centrifuge jewelry aluminum

Pewter blooms luminous crypt twist]

Arrases blossom terracotta

Volumes plumed rutabaga latticed eclipse 

Formaldehyde Gaia pines vinyl

Kaleidoscope sky caramelized iris 

Calcified diamond asylum

Photosynthesized spires unwinding lilac black

Camouflaging lager autumn

Obelisk whisked hieroglyphic visceral crystal 

Coal gladiolus polaroid golden

Embroidering foliage coronas’ totem

[Aspens assemblage bronze

Almond gauzes constellations

Discombobulated transmogrification]

[Lace of raked defibrillation

Painting acreage ridges prism]

Awakening dreamer dressing

Thought in rivers of consciousness 

Stem the flood covers of watercolour thunder ruddier

Than the infinite vista

A light in darkness 

[{Goodbye/brother} (in a way)]

{You/I} {are/am} {still/the} {here/same}

Bumming it out

{Straggling/stranded-on} the edge, [of hope]

Hanging from the tree

Fallen leaf

Angel to the ground 

[Walking with the skeletons lost in the closet]

[(Somewhere in the bombshell of my heart)]

I tried [so hard (to make you notice)]

[I tried (to believe) so (very, indifferently,) hard;] alone

Looking for an answer I wasn’t meant to find

(Do What You Do, By Mudvayne:)

“Little whispers, the little dreams”

“Just do what you do, what you do”

“What you did to me”

“Now I'm stuck in between a rock and nowhere”

“With nothing, with no one”

(Would?, By Alice In Chains:)

“Am I wrong?”

“Have I run too far to get home?”

“Have I gone?”

“And left you here alone?”

“Into the flood again”

“Same old trip it was back then”

“So I made a big mistake”

“Try to see it once my way”

(Crawling In The Dark, By Hoobastank:)

“I've been crawling in the dark”

“Looking for the answer”

All {I’ll/I/I’ve} ever {love(d)/knew/known}

Has (gone and) passed me by

Dandelion seeds before winter

Disappearing (passing insignificantly)

Into {the/distant} [(omnipresent

Monolith of stagnant)] night;

(Buried {beneath/charcoal/dusk})

[(What is the reason for this?)]

Walking through the bent frame of a second

Between the dotted line of a sentence,

Voids ending in a teardrop ink period, of blackness

Left with no{thing/faith-[n(or)]/serenity}

To {hold/cling} (on)to

{With/where/not} even [the (same)]

Dry wind, dead grass, ({or/maybe}, a [forked] fleeting memory)

[({Weaving/gathering} round the sidewalk)]

[{Has/have/(with)-whatever} ({already/still/not-yet}) come(s) to pass]

[(And)]

To {greet/guide/bring/take/say} {me-(home)/goodbye}

 

2.      Like Dandelions 

 

[I wanted to call my anger God’s anger,

{Just/and} to make it (something of) my own]

[(To make my suffering their suffering)]

[(Just {like/as} they did to me)]

[(I {see/know} better now)]

[({Their/our} lives are pointless)]

[(Like dandelion seeds in the wind,

Withering into incoherent nothingness)]

(Charles Bukowski on death)

“Most peoples’ deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die”

Love From hate, faith from betrayal 

White from black,

Black from white

Time has {little/no/forgotten/feigned}

{Mercy/merit/us/irrelevance/ignorance}

{I/we} remain in a limbo of

{Fleeting/ephemeral} memories

{A/hundred} shade[s] of grey ocean

You don’t even know

Monochromatic polaroid photograph waxing crashing rapids gelatinous {fractal/shrapnel}

A reflection of reflections 

A dream

Pieced {together/from} {broken/splintered}

{Shards/bits} [of {glass(and)/wood}]

The shackles of my beautiful memories

[Droplets of black sanity;

Cruel seeds of (a forest’s) remorse]

Echoing the {same/mere} {echo/image}

And an infinite {nightmare/reality} of nothing

{One/stretching/transmogrified}

[{Word/apart/together}]

{No/or} {one/nobody}

Dreaming ourselves inside out

A light in darkness

[Leaking through glyphs abyss mithril

Gilded swilling {silver/silhouette}]  

Fringing [out into this ({unwanted/unwelcoming})]

Oblivion [that {I/you/we} {am/are/were}]

One or the other

Neither here nor there

(Parabola, By Tool:)

“Pain is an illusion”

An anemoia for (a {blackened/whitish}){god/prophet} that wasn’t there

Death has its sovereignty

It’s checkered squares still haunt me

[Love {claims/commits} its innocent

(Crime to be only guiltless transgressions)]

The shadow craves [(a strange

Kind of) light to sculpt itself from]

An isolated darkness from the scab bleeding light

It knows nothing; because it comes from nothing

Rejection holds onto (lonely)

{Mediocrity/chastity/power}

([Close to its chest] like a memory)

Life is mediocrity, trying to chase after

Some nonexistent meaning until we’re gone

The opposites so similar 

To what we are

Nothing. Or everything 

[Falling [{pieced/back}] together into one clump of worthlessness; in frailty, fragility]

The human spirit [is] flawed [anger (and fear, pure bland sad hatred)]; 

Halves of a horseshoe

That are no different

[({Two/too} {images/blind} for a third eye)]

The farther apart the closer together we see

[A spectrum of grey]

Then why?

Why have you {forsaken/forgotten} [{me/brother}]?

Separated (by a) discontentment

(That {I/they} can [still] barely {remember/scratch})

[(For)]

{Two/to}{parts/be} in [perfect form,] balance 

Something has to die

{But/perhaps}

[We all live, {we-all/and} die,

And everything {we/that}

{Experience-(that)/happens}

{Within-the/in-between} the two is

{Cold/blind-like-the} summer {rain/sun}]

Black from white

White from black

A dream within a nightmare

That vilified all [this] that I am

Hate from love

Betrayal from faith

All I ever was

(Before I Forget, By Slipknot:)

“I will remember before I forget”

[Graffitied into the walls of my mind forever]

(The Crunch, By Charles Bukowski:)

“People are not good to each other.”

“People are not good to each other.”

“People are not good to each other.”

“I suppose they never will be.”

“Who put this brain inside me?”

“It will not say ‘no’”

Even after every {failure/defeat} I remain lost

{Nothing/[enduring-(on-through-emptiness)]}

This, and only this

One, and only one

The marching band has long

Since left since me to the bark

Of my own {mechanisms/devices[and-(warped)]/[(metamorphosing)]-decadence}

There’s nothing left to die, except

[For this] maybe, the two faced

[Ideal] innocence of a fair childhood[‘s judgement]

Gone to the wind

[Like a Canadian flag set free

(From its knotted tree, or flagpole)]

[Ribboning rag resining red]

I am still here

[Dyeing the white cloth (with)in]

Faded colours; blending into a single mosaic

[Sick with my sorrow; (bound,

Braided, by the slipknot tie

Of my kaleidoscopes tongue)]

[(The final note {battered/lapsing/whispers/lost(within)/before}

A symphony of silences)]

[Catastrophe’s chapels unwrapping

Glass blackest gaseous alabaster satin laughter gouache

Damascus rapids taffeta gelatinous]

[Daffodils gilded swivelling pillow

Quilt hilling billowing smoke cloaking yolk]

[(Pulling frozen posies kaleidoscope

Crochet oaken opal warped)]

Orb phantasmagorical gorge

Forest porridge coral formaldehyde scythe 

Uncorked porcelain fringe

Amorphous winds gin

Photosynthesized vinyl intertwine spiralling 

Caramel yellow umbrella trellises

Abyss wisp tarnishing crystallines

Twisting pitch lithium hieroglyphics 

Nickel sickle paradisiacal wine

Kaleidoscope roping topaz labyrinth 

[Prairies barricading jade polymerization

Sol foliage face creation

Laced transmogrification]

And yet still

[Like dandelion seeds to the wind

Fall (taken clumsily,) together]

I shall {follow/flower/flourish/flow}

Because brother

[{To/for} {us/me/you}, whether you’re]

[Black, white, or grey]

There is no other way, [(to-{live/die/be})

And (to tell you the truth),] there never really was

Time goes on regardless 

{I/we/you} {was/were/are} only temporary 

[But maybe] I loved you; once

Like dandelions 

(Iron Man, By Black Sabbath:)

“[(Nobody wants him,

He just stares at the world)]”

“[(Planning his vengeance that he will soon unfurl)]”

“[(Nobody wants him,)]”

“[(They just turn their heads)]”

 

3.      Their Blessing

 

[Before I found {my/a} {way/ride} home;

At the beginning of the end]

[That continue its crescendo

Into an abyssal nothingness]

Balanced on the edge of

Existence bare feet dangling above

[Unhinged from the

{Framework/shell/bones/dice/skeleton}

Of a split second]

[Stretching beyond the frame

Of mind pictured in a spiral

Helix staircase; daffodil

downy decaying daisies dilapidating

(Drown devoured) depths

(Drenched ditch deep dyes decadences

Dim damp delusion dunes dews defibrillator)]

Drawing dawn’s doubloon

Diluted developed decorating

Deaths’ draping drab damson

Beacons steeples ether leaf

[Down into the recesses of a yesteryear that came]

[And went]

[Distant descent desiccated drums drizzling dams dabb(l)ing (dahlias duvets of dead) daphnes]

[Like the morning rain (after sunset)]

[Depths dandelions draft Damascus

Dry day diluted doppelgänger]

Battered into pure succinct

Timid bootlicking feeble submission 

Grappling with the angry sun and

What {could/should} have been

[(While the old world move{s/d} on)]

[Gutted for {all/what} it was(n’t)]

[Without bothering]

{And/to} {watched/watch} [its own prophetic downfall]

[Fade into abstract nothingness and void (like an empty dream)]

[(An abstract crumpled polaroid)]

I was told [to]

(Let It Be, By The Beatles:)

“Let it be”

(Guerrilla Radio, By Rage Against The Machine:)

“All hell {couldn’t/can’t} stop {it/us} now”

See {now/it}?; [the hard truth (is

There’s still nothing out there,

Just self-important ugly

Insatiable unsatisfiable oversaturated

Angry humanity; infatuated

Industrial dreams

Cannibalizing, hungry)]

It’s stupid

[The world turns on its own

But no one came to watch it]

What a sad humanity 

[(Bent into meaningless

Submission by their very intrepid existence)]

[(They cannot see a thing)]

[(Through their safety nets,

Their echo chambers)]

[(Lost in) their (own) little bubbles]

[(These {simple/silver/shrapnel/grey} human bullets)]

Shooting stars as comets are

Tracking mud through corridors

Of [dull, limbed wicker] {emptiness/light}

[(Blinded by their

{Brilliance/damnation/salvation})]

[(Their open ears

Listening to no one)]

Their angry mouths pitting words at no one

[(Their unending dance twirling, dwindling, to no one)]

[(They come to hate the other)]

[(The need to be right, to be the greater

{Man/woman/individual})]

[Whoever {doesn’t/cannot}

Pass on their judgement, (their test)

Their justice, is {false/replaceable}]

Unable to damn themselves,

They damn those who do not fit [them]

They damn one another 

They rip the jigsaw like cardboard

Until all the broken pieces hit the floor

They jam the bent fingers of

A clock together until the hands break

They scrape at the chalkboard

The namelessness, of those without love without happiness 

[(They say I love no one but myself)]

Who are they to say this?

They damn their damnation

They damn me

[As they must]

Unable to comprehend anything that isn’t their own 

Unable to love without equal hate

They give off the {idea/agenda} that they [themselves] love only people like themselves 

They say I am their greatest evil; (that I) {am/an} inhuman, (a) monster worth killing

That I am their witch

They say [that], but

[They become (and maybe even create) their own {monsters/war-machines},

(They complete their own sad witch hunts]

[(Their {fanciful/fanatical}

Fabrications, in {it/which}

They are kings with no sense of

Identity, no need for a pawn)]

[They are their own definition,

Their very imitation, not

Knowing, willing, better than to blame]

[Others, in their art and

Their exodus and in hating me

They are free(d) spotless, purified, bathed]

[(From {it/this} purged of this,

Needed by this, they create answer

And question-this, one and all)]

[They cannot not commit

Themselves to hatred,

So they convict others, they blame me for their

Pride, for their transformation,

Mimicking the butterfly, they cocoon themselves until ready]

[(For their bedazzled tyranny, {warped/free} {beauty/prison}

For their {sick/ignorant}

{Bottomless/innocent} {self-love/evil})]

[Resentful, they take from me what

They cannot have and then blame me for it they break their

Horses, and call me the rider.

The businessmen smoke cigars

The walkways stretch like (an) old alley cat(s) ;

Gutters drowning in reflectionless glass

The moon may cry tears that

Fingers of grey mountains cannot

Wipe away [from its facelessness]

[The sun hides its face beneath

A golden gild veil of clouds]

The hands of the clock

Conduct the black oil eyed sheet music

The rusted axil spins like

A windmill in the old

Mechanism of our minds

The pieces of the puzzle

Come together into one image [the dimensions of which are unceremoniously]

Bent into one frame

Whispering cacophony with only ones’ voice

The path to {salvation/heaven/Nirvana} is written out

By the fools, and anarchists,

And romanticists, and martyrs,

Not {just/by/simply} them 

Most do not know {it/that}

So find your own [truth]

Make it up along the way

Try to live your own dream

Even now

As the clock ticks

As the sun rises and falls

Like a single breath 

As the shadow spurns its own light

Surrounded by the dark 

As the cars pass on an

Empty gold highway 

And the night ends;

Day parting from the[se] black clouds

As the people walk

Through streams of colour

Their [dark clouded] minds

Cannot [hope to] {comprehend/grasp/appreciate/grip}

As the dusk falls like an angel

Into the arms of an absentminded God

Finding their [{one/true}]

{Eternal/immortal} {mistake/victory} in the flicker of a [{single/warped}] streetlamp

Finding their nothing; their no one

As the {song/fool} {finishes/sings}

And the flags {flail/cry}

[Out] stubbornly {in/to} the wind

As the {violent/voiceless/vacant} crowd roars 

(From the Bhagavad Gita:)

“[(And now I am become death,

The destroyer of worlds)]”

[(Echoing and chanting out

To these {great/mass/mountainous} silences)]

[(To this {inebriated/nondescript}

{Existence/world/life/sin/rock})]

To this parody of [mimicked]

Beauty, [this null, hollow, void]

[(I cannot blame them)]

[(Fading folding fraying into torn memories)] 

[(That {no/I} {one/don’t-(cannot)}

{Wants-(to)/(love-or)-remember})]

Curving and rippling;

Together [see them?]

[Who are you that do not

Know your history]

Falling, finding, failing, apart [like dandelions]

Do they {not/even} know? 

[The end of that road is dry wind dead (eyes of) grass]

[Is] six feet of nothing

Are {they/we} not the same

Infinitesimal {dumb/dulled} moment?

Echoing out against the

Four walls of a hospital ward 

[Brought low by the

Abstract pulling of time]

[Left to rot in grey photographs

Of anemoia for the future

Generations (to {rediscover/gawk-at})]

[That cannot grasp a world brought low, one]

[That robbed {them/itself} blind]

Never truly knowing how temporary we were

How being forgotten {may/might} feel

Waiting, watching, witnessing, waking 

Until it’s their turn

To die out like a trembling candle

In a blacks blanket hurricane 

So instead the future tries to dream

Of something better, brought before them

An appetizer {of/for} tomorrow 

Fulfillment; lilies soliloquy

Pillories in the willow’s breeze

Our faded picture {indistinguishable/worn/dilapidated}

Never truly understanding

Its emanating beauty

Never knowing its brilliance;

{This/its} masterpiece 

That was

The empty fields are ruined

The cold coal sunset

The dreams of corduroy horizons, gone

[(Ground to black dust,

White plastic bags in the wind)]

[Collecting wilted formaldehyde dandelions] 

(The Truth, By Limp Bizkit:)

“[I] imagine[d] the[ir] insults {a/their}blessing”

“[{Now/I}] imagine[d] accepting the[ir] truth”

Painting ourselves over again 

In the image we once were;

{Lost/high} in a cracked

Bathroom mirror; how did we get here? Become a monster?

Printed, scabbed over, scribbled

Out with lead like dotted bullet-points 

[Graffitied murals gouache

Arrases blossom (copper swath sakura)]

Crocheted braid mosaic bouquet

Haloes Sol corona golden

Embroidered exfoliating shapelessness;

Eclipsed glyph photosynthetic

Heavens shredding red resin,

Armageddon’s tendrils gild pillows swollen eidolon

Feathered nebula of dove

Budding colourful, smothering

Umbra; thundering sun

Underworld swirls 

Undulating oasis pages

Paisley suede raven

Plaited transmogrification 

Blossoming cacophonies arrases

Tossing and turning

Metallurgical hurricanes 

Frescoed echoes’ golden embroidery

Foliage bridge labyrinthine

Glyphs rip twisting pitch

Photosynthesis into onyx

Obelisk monolithics nickel

Mithril gilded swilling coal metamorphosing 

Orchards form chlorophyll willows

Sigil pillow coronas’ ambrosia 

Bridging ridges fringe ribboning

Slithers river prism

Entangling bangled evangelism 

Rosé pandemonium tomes

Catacomb ocean lotus, gorging

Orange coals Sol phantasmagorical 

[Fleury corridors moor oregano

Opaque lace snowflakes

Face shapelessness’s hieroglyphs]

[Blissful abyss vinyl kaleidoscope

Viscus pits shapeshifting lithium]

[Porcelain portraits amorphous

Vortex effigy depths crepuscular lactescent]

[Nocturnes copper gouache

Sloshing ochres token

Opal corking quartz ore metamorphosis]

Flowers gallery valleys

Malleable enamelling

Gouge unravelling shroud 

[Discarded disillusioned devoured devoided]

[Our art]

[Bursting into flames for their

Tactile one-way disamusement]

[Into the sound of silence

Flickering neon eye of a

{Whitewashed/blackened} {shadow/sun}

[Into an image so warped;

That its {stretching/fingers/iris}

Kaleidoscope, tired, broken, mutilated]

[So strafed, so hated]

[No longer cares; no longer lives]

Loathing {everyone/everything-(and)/voids’/nothing}

[With(in) or without love]

[(With(in) or without humanity)]

With or without a reason,

Or a single happier memento [to remember]

[To cling to]

[(I watched, petrified)]

[(As my name become

Soot in another mouth)]

[(As my heart was pulled

From the garden of my chest like an inside out rose)]

And handed to them

[(My voice radio static)]

[(My touch broken glass; bent into white shards)]

As {time/nostalgia} walks away

[(As if I didn’t know him)]

[As if we(‘d) never {talked/lived}]

[({Leaving/bailing})]

Without [having] anything [{else/left}] to say

[(But {fare-thee-well-(and)/goodnight})]

[We were here, once, (don’t forget)]

[(Memento mori)]

(For Whom The Bell Tolls, by Metallica:)

“For whom the bell tolls, time marches on”

[But (by now)]

(Charles Bukowski on death)

“Most peoples’ deaths are a sham.

“There’s nothing left to die”

[(And to be honest)]

[There never really was]

(Pneuma, By Tool:)

“We are born of one breath, one word”

“[(Bound to this flesh), this”

“Guise, this mask, this dream]”

{Until/please,} {we’re/wake}

{Not/up,} {anymore/remember}

 

4.      Flare (Like Us)

 

You were just like us 

A body like a fire, crying out

Your pride, your words, your ways

[Infecting the trees with

Your hippy halogens]

Carrying your torch

Across the ending fields

[Burning the witches

That made your magics]

Your flame betrays you

[(Covered in pitch then tossed in the

Canyon under a candle wax sun)]

Vilified for your ambition 

Deified for your sins

Then flickering and sputtering

To (nothing more than) ash

Victim to the madness you {made/craved}

When you were made from madness

When you gave order, madness

Blind and reaching out in the dark {where/when} you once burned bright

[Who are you that do not know your history]

Did you [not] forget the meaning that wasn’t there?

[(Knotted in your hair?)]

[(Sitting by the dirty gravel beaches)]

[(Stitching into unhinging frames;

Emptying moments detached

Outstretched, broken eyed timber photographs)]

[(Whiskey on the rocks)]

Hidden in the trees; still

[Or there spellbound, amorphous]

(Room Of Angel, By Akira Yamaoka:)

“Maybe {hiding/flying}

(High) in the clouds?”

Blind to the shadow your

Light cast me from the portrait vortex of forests overgrown tomes rosaries molded pandemonium

Are you [not] blind?

Have you plugged your ears with clay?

To not hear the distant

Moon grapple with a eclipse?

Baking in the heat, under

The rays of Armageddon?

Down in the sands of an hourglass,

Falling through fingers

Is this who you were?

Did you [for]get what you wanted?

Down there in the river

There was a pulse like green

Leaves swaying in the wind

And before it, a welcoming hand

To conduit the silence

That you hallowed out; like a dead oak

Before we staved off the last of our shunned 

And left Eden (unkempt)

Cluttered with anemoia 

[(Somewhere between grey

Headstones and crumbling churches)]

The cold smiles and the dead mothers

Evangelist pistols recoil

In the foliage bridging

Amygdala with figure of

Precision lindens rhythm

[That hold] burnt ash like children

Like jigsaw [in meadow]

[All {golden/barley/brass} fences and twisted pews]

[(We weren’t so different)]

This pandemic of

[{Similar/different} (little)] ideologies 

[(Snorting up charcoal and paint

To try and breathe {life/colour}

Back into the dead still living)]

So that the living stay dead

Echoing and chanting 

What {it/is} {is/it} to be

Or not to be, whittling time

To nothing

And to no one

[Flickering of a candles before

The hurricane that came and went]

[Left roses by the windows]

Echoing the blue sky in black flames

These hands

[(Dusted in the bodies that burned)]

And not knowing [now]

What to do with them

[Other than praying for cold Rorschach rain]

[(To wash away the lack of human humanity)]

[(That came, and went)]

(Eastern Proverb:)

“Falling flowers are significant running water is merciless”

[(Brought torn bronze wings)]

[(Made of swan feathers and pitch)]

[Ancient demigods obsessed with

A chained Prometheus watching]

[As man lackadaisical forgot the

Meaning of his (meaningless) words]

I finally know what I am now, a contradiction 

[(Buckling under {its/the} weight)]

[({Born/of} {out-of/their} callous meaning)]

[Seeing ({all/no-}

{nondescript-indisputable-hopelessness/reason/compassion/answer})]

[(Hatred)]

[({Indescribable/indistinct} words

Of a empty shade grey

Contortionists of I transmogrify)]

[(Sputtering out candle wax

Drowning in black lanterns)]

Walking through the flames

That I used to be

Setting [down roads (of tar and ebony)]

Before the sun [slipped down

Beneath the concrete sidewalk]

[(Beginning in the long finality

Of a terrible ephemeral sleeplessness)]

[And remembered his inevitability; his name]

 

5.      Twin (Flare Continued)

 

[This nostalgia this anemoia of quiet voices]

Soft static

Standing still, waiting

An orchestra, still hoping to

Dance with its conductor, through time

Hearing the trembling

Hands of a clock ticking

There’s a certain sadness to it

A pareidolia; inside out,

Pulling back

A parasol in rain 

Ordered to play, making

Madness out of one nothing

Music of dull undulating

Tones gone cold eye

Peering from the ceiling

In its Auschwitz of gold

Each note crescendoing

Into a suicide of calm words

Rippling across the surface

Of a mud puddle in Paris

Once

We could have been friends

Now

We are playmates

The same way black

{Must/could} have loved white

And white {must/could}

Have loved black 

Before [all] the subtlety of a greyhound [bus]

[Making its way through

Emptying drenched streets, of (mono)chrome]

Enemies sharing the same moment

Like a {single/burnt} cigarette [stub]

Not knowing love from hatred 

What could have been?

[You, who] I do not know

[The only certainty; is alone in (that

Silence), that darkness, (that madness)]

[That we {now-share/made/stole}

{With/for/from} each other] 

[In the same way black and

White must have {been/loved}]

Before {a/the} setting sun

Echoing and chanting

[Openly] to no one

{We/I}, {are/am} still {here/human}

[({I/we} {am/are} still {me/one})]

Even with rusted hearts

And soulless eyes

[Drowning in streams

Of the unconsciousness]

[Past the ear canal of channels

Static waves flowing]

Commercial vessels capsized

In ivory scythe Nile wide

Blind cork metamorphosed;

Blond swan choreography

Chiffon autumn gardens

Yarn canaries teary canals velvet

Vinyl kaleidoscope a opal

Phantasmagorical forest, florins yolk

Trellises latticed with

Cavernous eclipse mist omnipotent glyph 

[Dawning tawny transmogrified

Vines twining kaleidoscope

Horizons colliding (into sinewy

Twigs of fig tree leaves terpsichorean)]

[Branches anchor jacaranda

Onyx catatonic auburn collaging constellation]

Camouflaging lager bronze

Mausoleums Sol kimono folding corona

[Golden polaroids foliage corduroy

Magnolia void embroidering oily]

Orange coral porridge bridges pin photosynthesis 

Rhythm blizzards’ string

Calligraphy schisms crimson linens ribbon

Stretching etch vessels swelling

Archipelago coal’s totem pandemonium 

Pillowing gilded sigils frilling

Capillaries build milquetoast silhouette 

Knit nickel stitching eclipses

Twist crystalline abyssal visceral  

[(Drafted apples dilapidated graphite

White ichor basking ecclesiastical

Pastures asphalt capsized

Horizons unwinding ivories

Embedded the ebony shredded

Heaven honeyed sunny tundra

Thunders penumbra tonguing

Mellow parhelion dawn

Tarnishing nickel sashes overlapping

Satin afterimage photographic

Jasper blackened chapels tapestries

Of astral pastel gelatinous

Rapids fractal swath crashing

Vast baptism aspens gouache

Wrapped in castaways of jade,

Grasses map capsized violins

Of a pattern attic fabric

Cataclysm blacken psychoactive

Glass Lovecraftian astronauts

Dot nocturne pockmarked

By darkness carpeting (marshes artwork)

Parchment tarp arches scarves

Tarnished citrus viscous,

Waxing saplings avalanche

In branching amaranth

Antler Saturn satin axe

Cardiovascular daffodils

Blasphemous sacrament grasping

Masts of frescoing rose

Primordial coiling portraits

Masked Rorschach’s nectar dressed phosphorescent)]

Saffron dawn of mahogany

Constellations bronze carving cartilage 

Orchard’s amorphous 

[A light] in darkness 

{Zesting/juicing} the unending sermon

Of sky transmogrified {with/(the)eye(s)-of}

A lemon wedge moon;

Pewter monsoon ballooning

Cumulus ruby entombing plume

Pews fumed jewelry aluminum

Parachuting roots’ fuchsia

Pulchritudinous centrifuge

Bloom illuminated breath

Of phosphorescent bioluminescence’s

Outstretched electroconvulsive

Salsa of bangled spangling hands

Etched nectars depths

Sepulchres fleury orb

Ribbon rivers rhythmic rim

Riding rhinestones rising

Ruddied rye residing reddish rhododendron rut revering remnant rebelling reverends revenants

The egg yolk sun smouldering

Sol pandemonium gold

Smothered colour budding clouds’

Amalgam brown gowns shroud

Unravel disembowelling towelling

Flowers mouth malleable enamel cowling

Opaque chain defibrillating

Aeon mosaicked maze Dawn constellation 

Unfolding corroded coal

Corona hand amber dandelion horizon

[Depths effigy incandescent

Trees of redden setting metallurgy]

Emerald petals fold chlorophyll 

Waiting [there, lulling,

Grovelling, in shapeless

Pitching iridescent,

Reaching out to {the/a} sun still hidden in (red clouds) there like gold black taffeta],

For, {a-(glimpse-of)/the-(end-of)}  

(Our) final chapter;

Baptized in the fire of an empty sun

Books on ancient shelves;

[Marble floors (glistening

Hieroglyphics, mithril

Gilded silver willows sigil chiseled)]

Clouds of pyre sheep;

[Reaping steeples (leaf) creek ether (blur)]

White picket fence 

Beyond the alabaster walls of all Damascus’ creation 

One again

[(Stretching out into the dirty dusk;

As if this darkness could still

Remember {me/us/you/it/light})]

 

6.      Alone In The Darkness 

 

Here I am

Nobody, and no one

[Overlooking the escarpment

That’s become

(As) bottomless (as Tartarus)]

Like a rusted crown

Of trees budding colours

[(Hamilton sits here alone, unspoken to)]

In backgrounds of reality

Like an empty hole

Like an etching on a prison wall;

Hanging from the roof of my mouth

The people say

There was a hole here,

It’s gone now

I’m not interested in people, I’m interested in art

He says

Sitting on the edge of this earth

[His oceans] eyes sharpening

Themselves like blades of datura bluegrass

To the mandala of collages

[Swallowing halls] collapsed

[Rafters aspen] rapids

[Pass glass] daffodils pillar, swivel

To the empty blue of a cavernously barefoot sky

We are nobody, we are no one

Cessation, exodus, unhalting

Unexulting bare nothingness;

Shackled by our

Overarching purposelessness,

Our inhibition, our prideful,

Aching arrogant ancient avarice 

[How hollow, lost, and foolish we once were] 

[(How we still are)]

[You cannot see the truth

Of something from merely

One perspective, one

{Kaleidoscope’s/guises’}

{Scarred/warped} {eyes/lens}]

{Actors/pieces} on a stage with no one (left) to watch [{them/us}]

Such is the way[s] of the world

[Maybe there’s a light

At the end of this grey tunnel, but]

A billion shades seen

Through one eye are merely several dozen

Reality is an illusion

[(One, that doesn’t know

The privileges of {our/senseless}

Blindlesses, our echo

Chamber, our ignorant false-truth)]

[The prejudice of reunification]

[Our vindictive belief

In our own unaccepting gods]

[Foreign to the idea of

Camaraderie, love, humanity, compassion]

[Their hate is now my hate]

[I am become death the destroyer of worlds]

[Their ways have become mine, brother, mine, theirs]

I wouldn’t have it any other way

Maybe I was born blind to it all

[Maybe I couldn’t see the {truth/difference}]

I cannot {love/save/hate/kill} {you/myself}

Kingdoms of splintered obsidian

Sun latticed through illuminating 

Overhead the cliffs viscus

In the background distanced eclipse

Precipice precipitation of white

Kites lamplit hieroglyphs crystal 

Mithril silver cerulean wings

Inkblot gouache cottontails trail

Laid in beige bouquets suede

Constellations jade polymerization 

Paper shapeshifting dawn

Origami in the cinnamon winds

Bloom centrifuging lucid abyss

Bronzing consciousness 

Pale tornadoes of golden

Exfoliation embroidered in oily coins

Rorschach aphrodisiac blackness

Asphodel patchwork

Cardiovascular bay masquerading 

[Molasses grafted taffeta photographic

Wax tapestry arras evaporated

Gape transmogrification]

Gouging amalgam clouds

Disembowelling flowery

Gowns malleable cowl

Beacons wreathing in bleaching

Ecru jewels hues ruby

The sun is a black pearl in an

Ocean of clouds, grass, and mountain

[Nadir meadows of gold

Torches metamorphosis]

Even now, the sun shines

Peaking out from

Beneath a blanket of cloud

[(Thick tendrils of smoke

Poke out as behind the crowns of tree-line)]

[Alone again]

In the middle of a black empty [sky]

Alone in the darkness

Sitting on the edge of this earth,

Eyes sharpening themselves

Like blades of datura bluegrass

Here I am

[{M**********r/see?}]

[The sun shines]

[It does not understand

What it means to die angrily]

[(In a puddle of its own

{Black & white tears/sweat})]

Does it know of love desire, truth or despair? 

[Dripping down its gelato

(Into rose frescoed ocean)]

[(Down from the heaven’s

Denim red embers

Tenebrous, stormy corneas)]

[({Before/until}it inevitably

Falls {from/under-the}

{Grace/horizon/cone})] 

[(Is it not beautiful?)]

[(Like an angel, or a five dollar bill,

Or a loose hooker, or a begging wino)]

[I went down that river once,

When I was (foolish, and) young]

[Swam through the streams of unconscious] 

[(Thickets burst with green)]

[(Walked past) miles of them]

{I/it} never {liked/loved}

{It/you} [(that) much] anyways

[I hope you choke (on them)]

[(Like I did; {once/before} the past left me to die for nothing)]

[({And/like} no one, emptiness, void, nobody)]

[(I came to dream)]

[(All {through/on}

{Your/my} {disorder/own})]

[And (it grew, to let me)

Find my own way home,

Through the static traffic]

[(Next to these highways

Of isolation, these hallways of childhood)]

[These corridors of decadence]

[(Something that passed

Like the entropies of time)]

[({Somewhere/safe})]

[(Where the world could not

Murder them again)]

Where the trees would not whisper of its eye

[(In the rusting bombshell of my blue heart)]

[Before you pulled it from

(The garden of) my chest, like an inside out rose]

[And I forgot (what happiness was)]

[(Like the last petal)]

[On a yellow dandelion sun, (withering into morning)]

[(One moment of love that came and went)]

[(Like innocence)]

This is who I am, brother

{I/you} [cannot] kill what I cannot

Understand, a nostalgia for

A time that I [see I] cannot have back

A dull recollection of a world

I couldn’t love, or hate

[That couldn’t love me,

Something I couldn’t truly

Understand, forgive,] accept, or recognize, until it left [me]

A love turned to loathing and self hatred 

But the way the trees sway

Weighed down by their leaves in autumn

And the blue skies of summer

[(Sweep, ravel through the

Emptying halls of my memories,

And)] tempt me now

And spring reaches out from the mud pits of winter

[(With {life/dirt} between

Its bark tarps fingertips)]

Trying to grasp sunlight

In the hands of a clock

Reminding me of what was once

What I once was

Before {now/night/my-freedoms}, hurt[s] me

[But there was no other way for me,

(Only this anger, and maybe

The morbid curiosity of hate,

Of love, of struggle wasting memory)]

[And (let me tell you, I know,

Now, that) there never really will be]

I know {no/little} {better/else}

(Alucard’s Speech, Hellsing Ultimate, Kouta Hirano:)

“Don’t do it human don’t

Become a monster, a monster like me”

Like so many {other/monster}s

So many damned fools, unable to move on

[Forced to remember paradise]

[Mourning for a time long dead,

A world long {gone/dead},

A happiness that ceased to {be/exist/live}]

{Or/like} some absentminded God

[(Will pick up the pieces of his

Puzzle and remake your life, your shadows]

There is no God for such ignorant men

[Not {able/prepared/alive-enough}

To finally, inevitably {realize/love/live}

{Until/that} they ({unbeknownst/themselves})

Are ({forgotten/long}) dead as well]

(Alucard’s Speech, Hellsing Ultimate, Kouta Hirano:)

“Do you want to use {this/that}

Scrap of [a] miracle to become

{Nothing/little} more than

A scrap of miracle yourself?”

This empty facade of better times?

This agony of a better world

There is no miracle 

Only warpaint 

The past, a mirage, an

Oasis that will not

Care to slake your thirst

That will not yearn

To quell your hunger 

No matter how many

Times you drink from it

All these memories,

Are filled with hate,

And I can think of no

{Love/joy} that endures [with them]

Memories like shallows that once were depths

[Shadows on the walls that cannot

See the shapes that made

Them, fake lullabies lulled] 

[Memories like pages

And books in a house-fire, (memories)]

Like dandelion seeds to the wind

[I cried my salty tears yet these eyes remain dry)]

*[The anvil of my heart

Would claim many new swords

To batter itself with,

Its broken armour, it’s mirage

Too rusted by the rough

Custard reconstructions]*

May there be a light at the end of this tunnel

Or let the past stay buried

And grow into something{else/beautiful/null}

A blooming flower 

{Something/made} undesirable 

[Will you not live?]

A single drop of topaz rain

*[We who loved]*

*[And lost ({ourselves/nothing/everything/(this-hope)/(all-our-love})

Living in an old red {paper/leather}back]*

Rorschach daffodils chapels

Asphodel sigils willow gilded pillows

Chiselled hills spilling

Vermiculites kites ichor

Scythes kaleidoscope 

[Chiffon blond dawn constellations

Bronzing collage drawing cosmos] 

Hyperventilating tendrils

Emerald ghetto Sol

Trellising eldritch eclipse

[Yellow bells evangelical

Enveloping gelatine 

Tingeing ribboned equilibrium]

[In a gulf of electroconvulsive

Sulphur salsas penultimate]

[(Fragile petals drowning

Together in a green field

Oak yolk ocean meadow,

Metal cello enveloping trellises;

Yellowish abyss pits knit

Hieroglyphic scripture; nickelled

Styx picturing lithium)]

[Etching reflections zephyr

Perpetual sketch sepulchres

Phosphorescent depth stretched

Luminescence, porcelain

Amorphous uncorking vortex’s]

[Constellations gaping opaque

Creation lace oasis’s whisk shapeshifting]

Napalm collage Sanskrit

Precipitation depth etching

Stretching crepuscular effigy 

Caliginous stringing disfigured

Linens’ ink drinking singe

Tinged amethyst chrysalis image sprigging dim windows imprint drinking twig photosynthesis 

Warping quartz torchlit quarter

Florin orange formlessness

Crystalline shapeshifting sickle lithium

[Rippling centrifugal pull woven magnolia oily foliage embroidery, coiling corduroyed fleury rosary exfoliating painted shapelessness pit]

[Agate constellation hieroglyphic abyss cliffs twist crystalline viscus]

Red ebony sunsetting chalcedony tenebrous eidolons golden chlorophyll  

[(Crying out to the moon like a Gregorian chant, telling)]

Of spring 

[And tomorrow]

[Which can only be (infinity’s end)]

Conducting symphonies 

Quick to turn echo

And a beginning, of the final note,

Standing {alone/rusted}

{In/by} the rain

Like a brass statue[tte] of God;

Autumn transmogrified silo irises

Spiralling lilac cacophony

Blackness blanket bangled ambergris hydrangeas

Eclipse wicker twisted nickel Styx photosynthesis 

Pitch crucifix sickle cliff

[Colliding fibres unwinding

Horizons ivory eye kaleidoscope

Caramelizing wide photosynthesize]

Dividing into schism, ribboning

[Like the last word in a death sentence, blue running water, somewhere, beyond the rusts brush

Never-ending hills streams green eden bead terpsichorean weaving leaves (cedars)

Psalm onomatopoeia]

All of which are {arrogant/ignorants’} dreams

All of which

Are {arrogant/ignorants’} dreams

 

7.      Blackstar 

 

*[Again, left, under a blackhole sun, that will never set the pace of clockwork mockingbird]*

*[Enveloping the city lights]*

*[The eyes of tornadoes]*

*[As they stretch along the black night skies fibrous highway]*

(Youngest Daughter, by Superheaven:)

“Breathe until your lungs fail”

“You can sing 'til you go deaf”

*[These memories]*

*[Brought up from the dirt like fragile hateful dandelion seeds]*

*[I don’t know what to do with(out) them]*

(Youngest Daughter, by Superheaven:)

“Every day repeats itself”

“The cycle of our misery, it drives us all insane”

There was no reason

Only mementos

*[Weak flashbacks of yesteryear]*

*[Echo through my mind]*

*[Singing in the distance, when {my/the/this} world was still innocent(ly), frail and young]*

As if I was still naive

*[Living in a dream; waiting to dance forever again]*

I can see you now; amidst the wreckage of a golden mandala’s sun

Do you remember me?

I’m almost home

 

8.      Wasteland of Memento

 

There was

No reason

Brother, and, there never

Really {was/will-be}

[A light in darkness flickering out into abyss]

[The infinite shifting of sands]

[We who loved and

Lost all (in our anemoia)]

[(Drawn out like a constellation

Battered in a one deliberate sky; drowning in one Sol gold foil retina’s)] 

[({Blindfolded-(by-the)/glare} at the end of a tunnel,)]

[({In/crossed-by} {your/these} black eyes)]

[Bombs that drop like butterflies and sunrise widening papyrus colliding dandelions twine

Fibrous seeds to the wind begins scintillating]

I tried to no avail 

To love you

But I could not love myself

So I watched the sunset dribble

Down like an egg yolk 

*[Into the neon lights of a city I wasn’t born {in/from}]*

*[(Into the hills and the roses and the picket fences and the hubbub)]*

*[Into the industrious machinery

Of tonguing tunnelled thunders’

Clockwork grinding bone

Into rust mush custard, (into gas dilapidation)]*

Into the glyph abyss nickel

Riptide iris caramelize lilac

*[(Suns watercolour umbral

Covers flowering clouds amalgam

Chrysanthemums amplified]*

Like a popped eye, spiralling transmogrified, ivory spiderweb

Kaleidoscope of opal cork

[There in the coffin of my heart shaped box]

[I sit within the sound of silence;

And the dull deep despair

Of a descent through aeons,

Of dawns’ mitochondria; winding into, willowing sinew]

[Sigil of whittling chisel]

[(Magenta fentanyl envelope

Angelic yellows belladonna, bombing ensemble]

[In Los Muertos concerto; flaring

Chameleon peeling cathedrals,

Golden Sol’s pandemonium,

Folding corona tomes of embroidered foliage]

[Teal fields and clovers ambrosial

Monolithic obelisk twisted

Into crucifix’s pixie tarnished

Hydrangeas wicker

Eclipse pit photosynthesis]

[From the walls of auburn

Halogen polymers blur in images

Stygian written contradictions

Of lithium precipitating grape of isolationism]

[Exfoliated creation into synthetic

Red nether rhododendron Armageddon]

[Across the glossed over horizon

Of (winding Gaia’s) pine tree]

[Timelessness abyss whispering

Through pews of ludicrous perfume

Parachuting aluminum pewter

Clouds unconfounded bowels

Cowl gowns gouged amalgamated polymerization]

[Gelatinous aspens bend assemblage

Resins hallucinogenic penitentiary tenebrous warped quartz] 

[Burst from the cocoon, of a midnight moon]

[Plume illuminating gates of

Plaited glaciers facing

Annihilation in the wake of a wasteland] 

*[Madness finds its order]*

*[(Some broken Gods porcelain

Torchlit cliffs orchard’s sycamores

Amorphous, lotus oaks roses

Twisted in abyss form orb

Uncork ores warped fleeced

Beacon torn tar metamorphosis)]*

*[Portraits fleury incorporeal]*

*[Twisted {from/into} one

Shape draped over  coal rosaries]*

*[Blooming parachute pewter

Monsoon plumage subsuming]*

*[(Shackled in saffron daffodils

Gilded pillow mithril ceruleans

Vermilion wilted capillaries]*

*[Bouquets suede shade

Mosaic pave glade frayed

Vertebrae acreages photosynthesis]*

*[Some shadow of malleable

Enamel shroud gouged crowning disemboweled flowering’s]*

*[Hollow empty butterfly shell]*

*[(Born naked) {from/in} a memory, maybe]*

Holding out its hand

As if {we/I} could dance forever

 

9.      (The) Future (Is-Written-By-The- Outcasts)

 

[The future is written by the

Outcasts, the forgotten (voices),

The ostracized {losers/(and)-loners}]

By the isolated totems of men

Born from the wooden word of Gaia

By the colourless brush of those

Who would buy a bargain

Can of tuna in a supermarket,

And {know(ing)/see} it

{(Might-be)/as} their {biggest/only}

Catch, their {greatest/only} victory 

By those so tired, so strafed that

God could be merely another shadow on the wall 

[In a room full of shadows]

In a basement under {a/some} dirty, [dingy, dungy]

Crumbling, ugly and empty convenience store

In the middle of a maximum security

Prison-city of individual degradation 

Where people walk past empty

Faces, stomaches, and {forget/deny}

Knowing the terror of one

Heart suffering alone,

Untouched, unseen, unspoken to

By the so called failures

Who have loved and lost all integrity,

Individuality, introspection,

Intrigue and indifference,

Unable to integrate into the

Damnable existence of that

Which they are left to,

A fly to a flicking {neon/fluorescent} light

Like a lotus in a terpsichorean bog

Crowded corridors of light

Stretching past shadows like a fat cat

The forgotten memory, here,

And now, yet lost to the ages 

Husks and ghosts of once-children

That finally outgrew their empty {shells/halls}

Like a hole in reality

Viewing the illusion of pain

And knowing nothing, little else

[(This exuberant biography, it)]

[Belongs to the dead-eyed

Men and women, and the

Cold night of constant transmogrification]

Workers of a night shift between

The teeth of taffeta Abaddon

[Belongs to the empty heads

Filled with Rorschach butterflies]

[Born into the meadow of men]

[Shaped out of abandoned

Carnivals rusted and overgrown {by/in} the rain]

[Belongs to the pilgrims of crimson forests budding before the body of a world eater]

[Like a jungle of chess pieces and checkered boards]

[Overgrown with blades

Of grass like the dull edge of a knife]

[The dead end of

{The/a} path not taken]

[(They alone are God’s gifted children,

Born {from/within} dilapidated

Effigies and lucid dreams)]

[For humility is to know the

Weakness within strength,

And the strength within weakness]

[The future is told by the dull

{Outcasts/(of)-wallflowers},

The forgotten (voices), the

Ostracized {losers/(and)-loners/(and) strange}

(They alone are now yesteryear’s

Courageous and truly

Indomitable fallen Sols angel;

Soldiers of fortune like leaves

In the cold rain of Rorschach

Butterflies spiralling denied

By the rising sun; setting

From heaven threaded in

Armageddon metallurgy; metempsychosis)]

Not the heroes and victors not the

{Various/(faceless)/(and)-two-faced}

Political figureheads

That hog all the glory

Not the winners or the lovers or the haters

That elevate themselves ignorantly

With self entitled foolishness

Not the war men that {take/collect} lives like (a) parking ticket(s), waiting to be towed into hell

That {live/(lie-in)wait} to die a second time, and take us down with them

Not the psyche ward staff,

Or the television stars,

Or the prison guards

That claim {innocence/sanity}

[{As-(if-it)/is} {something/(that)-grows}

{Of/on} their {own/walls}]

Not the billionaires, or

The government, or the tuxedoed CEOs 

That step on people like empty eggshells or maggots

Not by them

And maybe we are losers,

Freaks, isolationists

But I remember once,

When the cold rain fell like wintery splintering gold upon my face

And I would walk home through the ruddied puddles

After classes 

With the footsteps of salvation 

Echoing behind [us]

Like [godly old] laughter 

To follow me, through

The evening, heaven, or hell

Whether or not I knew better

Forgotten mementos of a time

Gone past like childhood 

{And/when} the world didn’t

{Seem-(to)/feel} like torture

Whether or not {they/we} cared,

[{I/we} (knew, {I/we})

{Was/were/would} loved/overcome]

To continue drifting along

[And write our own stories hiking barefoot in the sands]

 

 

 

 

 

10.  Waterboard 

 

And swallowed up the light and shadow, becoming neon

Yet emptiness stretched out the smouldered picture frame

Spider kaleidoscope roping yolk cork anthropomorphic 

Contours amorphous porcelain gin withered photosynthesis torchlit metamorphosis 

[Intangible amber strangled unraveling jams spasms slathered lavender]

Figures linger finger-tipped glyphs twist dawn bronze lithography

[(Torn from {the/four} corners’ of quarter orb metamorphosis)]

Gelatos totems chlorophyll spilling vermillion gilded swill silhouette

Tempestuous essence incandescent vestige nectars wrestle omnipresent extraterrestrial

Rivers of unconscious thought [ribboning out from sparks of darkness]

Pits of neon lithium shapeshifting onyx pitch cyclical 

Tarnished crystal 

Bottomless abyss bristling

Ginseng fringing prism

Syringe crimson meringue

Bangled channels fragile

Avalanching with the lamps

Of damp anchor chrysanthemums

Deep beneath beacon beaches

Outreaching bleach leaflets depths

Crepuscular sepulchre

Stretching incandescent 

Effigies of etching vessels

Unfolding coronas golden embroidery; foliage of frigid silver guillotine greenery, peeling back

The blackness of Damascus

Brass daphnes shackle chapels daffodil gild blackness alabaster

(Black Hole Sun, By Soundgarden:)

“Hang my head

Drown my fear

Till you all just disappear”

Learn to swim

Deep in the darkness that swam

Through the blunt edge of paradise

[Somewhere along the way,

I lost my cruel & indifferent ignorance]

My nature to destroy unceremoniously

I think I might be dreaming

 

11.  (Went-Down-That) River

 

Went down that river 

Once, fruitless, when I was young

Miles of them, {flood/flow}

 

The rings of power

Bind an open hand grasping

Arrogant and proud

 

{Shaped/hiding} in great dismay,

Reality is my illness

Open curtains closed

 

The people starve, blood

Electric, towers {sway/sink} in the {wind/mud}

The coal {shaped/red} sun shines 

 

Winter bears one fruit

A fire in one’s drum heart

Sounding off like guns

 

Glass obsidian 

Stars crumble off into dusk

Sharp edges of earth 

 

Their is no future

I wrote up a blank poem

It speaks to me, still

The clouds of envy

Stalk the city lights, august

({Took/taking}) {all/my} warped love

 

Words form like paper

I sit {silent/ill-formed} amidst the 

Silence, I know now

 

Great skyscrapers tall

Cannot touch the heavens’ eyes

Blind we are, down here

 

I drew a picture 

With my mind, wrote symphonies

Cannot remember

 

Emptiness is full

I eat my own stomach and

Twist, turn inside out

 

Tapestries ajar

Hanging like dead vines {of/or} veins

And arteries, flow

 

There isn’t much out

There, but I cannot help it

I love little else

 

Some people don’t know

“I love myself, little else”

How are you different?

 

There’s a time and a 

Place for everything, but not

Now, my bike, my rules

 

Fear, {sadness/old-wounds/weakness}, too deep

{Disease/decay/necroses/mold,-rot} of melancholy

{Permeates/gangrenous/mortifies} my brain

 

Don’t f**k with me, I

Know how to dance heavy on 

More than just {my/these} feet

 

Fighting is useless

Creativity {is/still} unmatched, sparks fly

{None/not}, down {here/in} the dirt

 

My cat was docile

Very affectionate, cannot

Say the same, for man

 

I made the sun out of

Quarters and called it a coarse

Metaphor, {gilded/minted}

 

Pillow ripped from fabric

Of a cottontail sky

I see your feathers

 

Brown boughs cowl shrouded

Gowns of enamel cloud a

Flower Babel’s stairs

 

Unraveling swaths of 

Pollenating raven rays

Glades over primordial 

 

Ribboning {timber/trimming}

The {crowns/crowds} of forests, aged trees

Reaching for heaven

{One/that} they’ll never find

Sprawling from the dirt, never

Sprouting golden wings

 

Schisms of people

Walk this earth, bound {by/in} {nothing/shackles}

Dolls, {we/they} pull {their/our} strings

 

Sometimes I can hear 

The sound of {nothingness/bitterness} like

A blank {waterfall/memento/memory}

 

Pulling from abyss

All my hopes and dreams, summer 

Was long, and heavy

 

There was a road I 

Came across and stopped by, once

Laughing up the hills

 

A white {plastic/paper/velvet} {bag/sign/flag}

Floating through free thought caught in

{The/chained} winds {of/changed} rhythm 

 

The end is nigh, I

{wrote/paint/watched} the apocalypse like

A {dirty/Rorschach/blossoms’} {birth/book}mark 

On my {skin/page}, now {bloom/burst},

Indentations, and {rusted/pustule} 

{Hinge-opening/fringe-chiselling}, the Door

{Like/tie} {the/dye} {eye/tide} {of-the/mother’s}

Moon, watching {the/it} {fall/all}, mankind

Trembles {now-awake/finally}

 

The black night sky {peels/blinks}

{Back-the/wrinkled} face of earth, all scrag 

Waits for morning’s sun

Unable to close

Smiling like {senile-old-men/biographies}

It’s chapters missing

 

Serendipity 

Is an illusion to {me/break}

Love me, anyways

 

I cannot hate you

Much the same I cannot know

Some people just do

 

Dreamers take away from

Reality, and build their own

Bridges, {one/lost/brought/spanned} {a/to/through/in} time

 

The music left me

{Like-a/decades,} dead orchestra(s), notes

Leftover, pages

 

Videogames gave me

Space when I had none but my 

Own, {dull-redemption/lonely-self-love/empty-dark-room/isolation}

 

Beneath the stubborn 

Tree, the covers shudder, weave

Terpsichorean 

 

Angels with black hearts and

No wings gouge out eyes with their

Red thumbs, twisted, lost

 

The Trojan Horse was

A gift, a gift can wound you

Easy, as a fault

From the inside out

I am so much more my own

Now, just the colours

 

Some people are still

Looking for the answers, my

Mind is a question 

 

There are halls in the 

Movie theatres old, cartoons

How we {lost/ditched} {ourselves/childhood}

Eager for more now,

Even still, they took them down

And my {past/dreams}, {with/down} {them/too}

 

{Old/some} men get wasted

On cheap beer, I get wasted

Like a dumpster rose

 

I am become death

The destroyer of worlds, still here

Searching, for {something/nothing}

 

Hamburger Meat

 

The politicians drone 

On, democracy, {howling-mad/straggling}

Lackadaisical 

 

{The/this} {vote/farce} isn’t for 

Them in the end, {the/this} {vote-it/effort}

{Hardly/barely/never/always} {still/will/shall/must} {matters/matter/prevail/subsume}

And yet we persist,

Falling onto a system 

That {consumes/devours} (its) {own/gears}

To chew up the chaff

And print monopoly money

Like it owns us all

The businesses, and

The hubbub and the hubris

Screams into silence 

The people walk the 

Streets, the sun shines, goldenrod 

I am not convinced 

Can you not hear the 

Sound(s) of silence, books of pain 

That no one(‘s) ({have/has}) {read/(written)}

I wonder if the 

Cog {can/must/will/could} be a {great/cruel/big/gnarled} machine

And {eat/dash/kill} {us/this/our} {up/hope/root} too

[{Born-from-blood/centuries/countries}]

[In debt, finally having]

[To {pay/fight} for something]

[I cannot yet wait]

[Until civilization]

Ends where it began]

[Somewhere at the rock]

[Bottom, {where/when} we {built/thought} ourselves]

[High among prophets]

[And {lower-than/low-among} the]

[Barefoot {of-God/ready} to stomp us]

[Flat like (a) dollar (bills)]

 

Amalgamated 

There were so many blind and

Beautiful black eyes

 

The tall towers rise

Like spectres to the steel skies

(I) always loved (the) shade

 

Drank from blue fountains

Climbed great bronze mountains my heart

{Is/an} empty, ({stitched/cracked}) {shell/jar}

 

Flowers bottomless 

Collage, chaos, blotch

Phosphorescent 

 

Clockwork hands reach out

Bask in the glory of false

{Light/love/form/God}, casting shadows

 

To think of thunder 

His drum to lightning hollow

Thought him brother; once

 

I watched paint {dry/stain} {in/these}

{Great/hands} swaths of entropy’d drops

My {colourful/sanguineous} tears 

 

Wouldn’t have much of

A life, if I hadn’t lived

Only {these/my} {thoughts of pain/rusted-cage}

See the open sky

Can’t do much running anymore

Crawl back {in/to} ({my/deep}) {sleep/void}

 

Fiction gave me hope

It’s sad when reality can’t

Keep up with {beauty/ideals}

 

I raise a black {flag/pawn}

Against your white, like checkered 

Squares, no difference, none

 

The quiet screams for

Redemption, what does that mean?

I don’t {know,-“sorry”/understand}

 

The clouds cloud, and the

Dogs piss upon the roses, see

{Bukowski/Charles,-he} understood 

 

I cover up the[se]

Broken windows, that grasp light

{With/in} their {fingertips/agony}

 

Will you not forgive

Me brother, for what I’ve done?

(I) left (you), for myself

 

But the trees do not

Know, how I once was happy

(Their) {sulking/droopy} branches (reach)

 

{There is/there’s-a} darkness, where

{There-is-light/deep-inside}, a bent coin {can’t,/rolls}

Be-(it)-heads-(or)-tails/one-(way)(or)-another

 

Wipe the tears from a

{Dry/blind} eye, {and/see} the world for what

It {was/is}, meaningless

 

Never again did 

He attempt to fly, his wings

{Clipped,-like-old/are-yellow/overgrown/broken,-cracked/torn-from-the/ripped-into} {toe nails/curtain(s)}

 

Stray bullets, like a

Cat, {brush/stretches} through ({an/a}) {alleyway/corridor}

Against {skin/feather}, {canvas/bone-cloth/teeth-claws}

 

{I-don’t/didn’t} know what it

{Means/meant} to die, I live in such 

A way, (as if) not (of man)

 

I try to fail my

Way upwards, because I know

There’s no other way

 

I killed myself, as

I try to live again, but 

The {past-keeps/world} {mocking/mocked-me}

 

You are not alone

I am still watching, somewhere 

From the blank sidelines 

 

Somehow. I am still

Here, lost like a shadow of

Loneliness, {mortal/shackled}

 

I tried to kill my

Self again, but all that’s {left/here}

Was a {single/trampled/white-flagged/red-scarf} rose

 

(2/3)

It means everything

Every stone (every) pebble

(I am) {here/me} (I am) {alone/myself}

 

 

 

12.  Never Again Did He Attempt To Fly

 

You are not alone

[Although the posies could not smile for you,  

(And the clouds could not smile for you)

And the streams could not smile for you

I planted a sapling in your dead tree arms]

I could not get over your death, so instead, I 

Decided to live in your stead

There was no beauty in nothing 

There was no hope

In nothing [and yet-]

[I fashioned a maple leaf]

[From you out of red bangles, dejected]

But it looked {almost/foreign} 

Like something unfamiliar to my dreamworld

*You take away from me,

And my hospitality sandwiched between*

Bandaging the sanguine

Green sesame onomatopoeia 

[Frescoed into the cities]

Landscaped draped in between]

Somewhere around the

Bend of a church 

Empty pews stand

{Or/on} [the] edge [of a knife]

Or the tress of incandescent

Coil of any infinite

Numbers of lightbulbs

Crackling black alabaster

Fractal gelatinous

Masquerading clay angel

Bays of braided bouquets

Mosaic haloed Sol dandelions 

Barricaded maelstrom gold

Shapeless gated oasis cascading grey

Aeons dawn transmogrified

Tides twine irised clandestine kaleidoscope

[Roping tokens opalescent

Stretched texture nectar effigies reflectionless] 

Abyssal mistral crucifixion

Crystalline eclipse hieroglyphic

Lithium asphyxiation 

Quarters metamorphose oaken

Yolk token uncorking opal kaleidoscope 

Still heartbeats crescendo

Disassembled Sol gladiolus

Fortissimo rosary marionette 

Emerald gold coiling foliage

Porridge gorged orangey phantasmagoria

Pages enflamed braided oasis

Paisleys grey suede objectification 

*Jupiter translucent cocoons

Maroon pooled fuming rouge hues*

Vinyls fibre twilight indecipherable

Whitened undulating covering

Thunder tunnelling running electrum

*I wrote about how you came

To understand me in a way

That no one else could before*

But you did not answer, {as/and}

The sting of that silence was difficult [to bear]

I looked into a mirror

And saw the two of us

Burning in the fires of man

In his constructs, his {mortal/immoral}

Lack of conscience[ness]

They could not see your face,

So I drew your [after] image in a picture frame

The brilliance of the sun and

The deafening traffic unending

Was breathless 

But I couldn’t have known

What I was [until this strange apotheosis]

In my padded cell [four walls’

Of white flower cushion

(An infinite black void, where planets shift)] 

Bathed in the florescent glow

Of mediocrity, I dream [waltzing through a malt summersaulting]

Of a world that has passed

Like dandelion seeds to the zephyr 

At the zenith waiting

In a form of anemoia or moksha;

Leaking eye watching

Clockwork of syncopated

Cogs autumn automobiles wheels of steel

Dancing through a tar ballroom,

Like a rose descending the cracked concrete 

A balloon reaching for an open hand

Or a tie gospel from the metal

Ghetto of heaven reds

Upending rhododendrons resin parthenogenesis

Tripping photosynthesis coffee

Onyx hickory gelatinousness

Psychotropic gouache Styx’s

Phosphorescence’s nickelled lip

Eucalyptuses wicker

I stitch the mithril capillaries

Of cappuccino gold into

The vermilion sigil sun thundercloud

Ballerina weeds of diesel

Terpsichorean teal trepidation nature

Sable haloes exfoliating maples

Bomb dawn molotov polymerization 

As I slip through blooming

Sunflowers clouds bowels

Shrouding the calendar of towelling enamels Babel’s tower borealis malleable cowl bough 

(Reptilia, By The Strokes:)

“Our lives are changing lanes,”

“You ran me off the road”

[But the stroke of opal yolk

Kaleidoscope Sol woven topaz]

Still shines, like a strobe light

Of neon tawny obelisk’s

Shapeshifting glyph imprint photosynthesis

[Thistle cisterns bend assemblages

Auburns pond comets bombardment]

Andromeda palm onyx

Necronomicon blond

Transmogrification interlacing

Calm abominations crepe

The [un]blemished [un]blinking

Moon tombs ruins plumes

Illuminated variegated paint oasis

The inconsequential incongruous

Centrifuge cumulus

All consuming fumes

You sit among dilapidated statues

Wrapped in daffodil shrapnel

Like dandelions in a leafy

Meadow of yellow bells parhelion

Painting in naked limbs of

Jacaranda; entangled spangled in mandolins 

The satin fractal rapids

Castaway shade eye caramelizing limestone

Formaldehyde foliage

Frigid ridge caliginous amygdala bridging 

Decaying freight trains decorate

The reigns of frayed plaid pages 

Immolated suede frescoed echo

Into the morning sun,

Tumbling ruddier colour

Covers of cloud bound

In leatherback black blanketing sank

Sacrosanct amphitheater 

[Ampersand lamppost

Frozen eidolon golden corona folded over] 

Ambrosial lotus gladiolus

Coiled barbed wire transmogrified guise

Amethyst hydrangeas eclipse

Tarnished Styx nickelled lithium abyss

Ricocheting paisleys oasis

Shapeless glyphs viscus

Rippling blissful hickories serendipitously 

Twisted blistering prickled

Pristine sycamore ores efflorescent orb

Marbled carnivals dissolve

Into polymers fall autumn columns 

Collage mandala auburn

Constellations fade hazy pale azaleas

Basil railroad swept over clovers

Rose-thorns coral portraits phantasmagoria 

Forests euphoric chlorophyll

Gilded capillary wilderness stitching pitch

Paradisiacal suicidal hieroglyphics

Nickelling Icarus’s abyssal twisting mithirl 

Yolked polkadot blossoming

Arrases blotchy transmogrified

Lights pyre irises fireflies

Dyed kaleidoscope rhinestone

Frescoed gold pandemonium

Shines [glades rays on taffeta]

Like an apple, or a bible

[Eye of formaldehyde dandelion

(Fibre photosynthesizing geyser pyre)

The picturesque etching of

A perfectionisms unhinged

Silvery image imitation 

Pasting lace onyx transmogrification

Blonde embalming colosseum helix 

Peeling cathedrals camomile

Ivory cyanides camouflage

Lager drawn cogs polymerization 

Oasis vases halo maelstrom

Exfoliating void embroidering foliage

Corduroy smouldering coins

Metamorphosis into black

Aspens hallucinogenic cemetary

Smoking brushstrokes orbit

Accordion fringe linen dim scintillating 

Plume illuminating faces

Glacier affirmations of shapeless creation

The sunrising spiral

Megalomaniacal bonfire climbing

Unwinding iris vinyl

Pupil rupees lucid hallucinations

Distasteful discoloured polaroid roses 

Sclera terraforming cornea

Porridge forming metamorphosing florin orb

Bulbous pollenating basins

Constellation fay make earthquake nature 

Phoenix eclipse tarnishing

Abyssal nickelling hieroglyphic wicker pits 

Labyrinths’ rinsing symphonic

Constellations erasing the grey

Paisleys gazing everglades’

Rays on plains hazel veiling

Halo railroad polaroid flail lackadaisical[ly]

Sapphire asphodel evangelical

Yellowed bell sprouting velvet envelopes 

Creased steeples’ wreath

Terpsichorean sea green

Phoenix dodecahedron 

Wheels’ helix bristled lithium

Nickelled twists onyx

Cliffs thistles picture

Ricochet jades braiding

Mosaicked cratered crochet sable tornado

Hurricanes rays palisading

Rainbows corona unfolding shaded mazes 

Sheets ecru bloom parachuting

Centrifuging illusions

Luminous jewelry pewter tombs of

Junipers jagged Jupiter

Juicing jar jacaranda jellied jealousy 

Their doom illuminating

Mushrooming rubies rhubarb carving arboretums

Trees weave together heaven

[Sunsetting nether reddened

Nebula February’s hazelnut

Maelstroms unfolding golden

Formless [crisp crucifixion] ores

Metamorphosis threading

Web magenta penitentiaries,

Tents entrails halo crocheting

Green phoenix eden helix

Cathedrals peeling fields

Beacons leaping denims

Tenebrous hallucinogenic

Assemblage hedges blending

Dimensions; unending ebbing

Ebony resin tendrils folding

Corona ocean cloaking orbits

Roping colloquialism,

Unspoken lotus (corroding soma oceans frescoed Sol

Glass photographic rapids

Jasper taffeta evaporate

Wax aspens parthenogenesis;

Brass [masked aphrodisiac glass]

Blasphemy unwrapping daffodil,

Maples debris defibrillating

Shrapnel shells parhelion cells

Yellowing sapphire asphodel

Gelatinous pastels plastic plastured pastures

Abstract fractals fracture

Lovecraftian astronauts blotch

Phosphorescent nectar,

Outstretched zephyr etches

Oasis gates sway) exfoliating

(Shape glaciers paint

Variegated suede emblazoned

Rays posies rosary polaroid

Corduroy foliage oil portraits

Uncork fleury corridors

Chlorophyll oars coral)

Gladiolus custard rust (clustered cloud cast away fraying shade)

Deconstructed fluctuating brushstrokes

[Fringe Olympians singe infinity in gin]

Yolk token oak porridge

Gorge phantasmagorical]

Echoes eidolon gold pandemonium

Railroads coiling turquoise void 

Violas supernovas clovers

Ambrosial molten photons

Bond mitochondrial [amazon palms gauze collages mandala]

Dilapidated pages’ oasis mosaic

Variegating shade haloes corona 

Woven gladiolus posies

Railroading frescoed celestial

Sepulchres churning swirl thaumaturgical 

Pearl murals’ peeling ceilings

Ethereal green terpsichorean

Foresting oak uncork torching

Metamorphosing orchid, orbs phantasmagoria

Gorges amorphous porcelains

Contortionists abyssal nickel

Wicker lithium flickering pixel

Pitch hieroglyphic vinyl’s

Sunrising photosynthesizing iron spiral

Kaleidoscope opal token

Interloping cloaked topaz amber labyrinth 

Lamppost opium dystopian

Invoking bloated sun

Budding discoloured umbral tongues

Thunderous umbrage covered lumber plums ruddier than canvas

Hydrangeas ambergris eclipse eucalyptuses precipitation wastelands’ bangled dandelion

Candlelight disentangle tan chrysanthemums

Bronzed lozenge constellations jade painted shapelessness crystallines viscus monolithic

Distances obelisks of gauzes transmogrifying

Eyes caramelizing rhinestones

Kaleidoscope oceans frescoing

Sodium smouldering

Latticed chasms’ abandonment

Lavendering hurricane,

Pages jade almond constellations 

Trellises’ velvet parhelion

Lager transmogrify irises spiderweb thread 

Illegible headstones foaming

Photographing lapis tapestries gelatinous leaves

Rorschach factories baptized

Smoggy dawn transmogrified iv[or]y vinyl

Televised sunrising pyre

Defying ivy colliding dyes kaleidoscopic

Poplars carved cardigans

Camouflage fleury mandala collage dawn

August polymerization onyx

Styx cauterizing bog halogen hemorrhage

Vendetta tethering metallurgy

Fleury curving hurricane veins,

Veiling pale azaleas [failing gale paraphernalia]

Flailing madly avalanching

Branches blanch chrysanthemums tinge obsidian stitch glyph abyss eclipse 

Surrounded gallium flowers’

Unravel [towers] into

Dull paper; matrix crystalline

Spectral requiem perpetuated

Defibrillations laced aether

Glades shading pale shoal

Shouting clouds of velvet

Enveloped gelatos frozen apotheosis 

Frescoed sepulchres’ graffiti

Eden unpeeling helix shapeshifting eclipses 

Wickers flicker florescent

Beacons wreathed steeples pull universal 

Rays palisade acreages rhythmic

Civilization painting maples unawakened 

Creation pasting pastured uncork

Fortresses vortex porcelain amorphous 

Corduroy foliage bridging

Photosynthesizing Gaia unwinding dime lilac 

Transmogrified isles spiral into

Winter spring ginseng imitation

Gauze mahogany swallowing

Sunlights’ pike white ichor lichen

Stitching glyphs whispering

Crystalline begin scintillating

Aeons andromeda

Bottomless cosmos froze

Apotheosis molten oceans

Sol polaroid magnolia

White scythes of lightning

Strikes blitzkriegs’ edge rhododendron 

Rasping daphnes’ castaway

Wrapping brass rafting taffetas

Rapids waxing swath

Cottons masquerading rain;

Rays paisley braid veiled mosaic

Lackadaisical haloes veil

Maelstroms golden rosaries

Unfolding amber pandemonium 

Collapsing lapises cauterized transmogrifying

Shrapnel asphalt somersaulting

Penultimate engulfed sulphur salsa electroconvulsive

Chandeliers ethereally piers

Mirrored murals spherical orange[y] corduroy 

Enveloping yellow daisy germanium glazings paisley palisading maze

I wanted to sing, but I had no words to {give/offer} you

I wanted to fly but I had no wings

You stole from me what wasn’t mine,

Now I sit on the banister alone

Descending the unlimited stairs

Into deepest darkness

I sit still within the stillness

The madness’s avalanching

Within forests of coral

(Mist, wreaths of peach gold-leaf steeple)

Reefs leak ecru, blue (crowning

Amalgamation cowl shallowed

Gown constellations ravelling

Bulb unwrapping blacken

Capsized daffodil glass alabaster Damascus ash ivy photosynthesizing)

Gilded lilies silver {gillies/sigil}

Masquerading black factories

Swaths brass tapestry asper

Baptism ribbon(ed) lindens

Rhythm swivelling gin

Cinnamon sublime eye

Swimming infinity brimming

Liminal flecks of reconciliation

Pillowing capillary soliloquizing 

Billowing out the smoky wine

Brushstroke yolked polka dot blotch

Camouflaged fog cauterizing

Transmogrified vinyl asylum kaleidoscopic blossom

Apotheosis cloaking kaleidoscope

Rope orbs accordion floors

Anthropomorphic orchards

Forklift porcelain florins torches metamorphosis 

Wandering through the depths of maleficent malcontent effigies 

Down into the blacked space between white noise

Echoing devolving into desolation, unendingly descending despairs’ dormant in a dandelion

The blackhole of an iris worms its way through black dirt

Plants itself a cornea into one mind;

Seeing chaos in [a] neon coloured {cloud/lights/signs}

The sickness of a white picket

Fence has left me noncompliant,

Noncommittal, nonsensical 

I see what no one else would

Want to see, a nothing, and in it,

The death of nothing; leaking

Watercolour down its cross,

Where in the crucifixion,

The crucible of crust constructed 

Waters the earth in burgundy 

Loss tremors like a heart

And nails itself to the wall like taxidermy;

Another empty moosehead,

The result of a battle between

Firearm and deer; creationism

It lacks eyes to see, and so it is blind,

With a love so {deep/blind}

It creates equal hate; creationism

{To/do-not} look me in the {face/eye}

And call me a {coward/monster/liar}

Or merely a nonbeliever, when

God is simply a[n] {concept/idea/sentence/word} not unlike metaphor 

Willing something into the shape of something else, but formless

*Like water*

For something to be torn apart, it has to be born 

Or treasured 

Something to believe in, [or vilify]

Something to deify, to drown {out-to/in}, [to] masturbate [to]

Something to {become/forget}

I believe 

But believing in one hurricane

Can not save me from the others

Still I watch as the masses paint themselves

In civility, remorse, and act as if

They haven’t killed people like me a dozen times an hour

I sit alone as they point and laugh

I walk through empty classrooms,

Where the once-children sit

And follow me with their cruel unflinching eyes

In time I have come to hate

Them for how they [{once/now}] hate[d] me

I have become the monster

I saw them as in their [two] eyes

*Reflected back at me*

See, there is a sickness in this

World that cannot be overcome 

There is a sadness so great,

That it might as well be

The word of a prophet 

People need hatred to love,

Those who claim love will create hate to achieve it, to worship it, to kiss its feet

[Their love is false]

People are not good to each other

Faith denies faith, man denies woman,

Woman denies man, [faith denies science,

Science denies faith]; a {circle/cycle}

People who want equality will step on those above them and take their place 

Those who seek shelter will burn

Down mercilessly whatever

Sanctuary they cannot have

Those who betray someone’s

Trust will continue to trust no one

But their shadow, and create more

{Men/shadows} like {him/them}

Those who are [|seen/described}

As] honest {are/can-be} our greatest liars

Those who forgive cannot be forgiven

*[The strangest outcasts of society

May be discarded by becoming (the) closest (thing) to a {human-(being)/homo-sapien}]*

*[Alone, untouched, unspoken to]*

*[Their hatred is perfect]*

See, it is in their hate that

We see [who rules] this world,

The world does not run on fossil fuels, or uranium

The world does not run on politics, or [on] religion 

The world does not live through science,

Civilization, architecture, or modern medicine 

The world is not {ruled/painted} by-the-fabrics-of bombs or guns,-by-pagans

By pride flags, by poets, or drugs, antidepressants, or love 

It does not live through flood of food or water-or-blood-or-lineage

It does not live in literature, film, or any form of art

The world bears our human sin

(The Crunch, By Charles Bukowski:)

“Marx be damned”

“The sin is not the totality of certain systems”

“Christianity be damned”

“The sin is not the killing of a God”

“People are just not good to each other”-in-hatred,-we-are-equal

The world turns, and

In our hatred we are connected, in our hate, [we are beautiful, in our hatred(we-are-loved)]

In our hate we are {free/divine/one}

Hatred provides structure, shelter [from opposite ideologies, for the likeminded]

{We/people} need a {purpose/a} reason, [an excuse] to survive before their hearts shrivel[led]

[Like a dandelion (pretending to be an inside-out rose)]

[(It’s as simple as that, like chewing on hard candy, {between/the} {teeth/wrinkles} of cities)]

Like skyscrapers grasping planets)]

Hate is “an errand boy sent by grocery clerks to collect a bill” (Apocalypse Now, By Kurtz)

We need villains as much as, [more, than] we need heroes 

To hammer down the bent nail into the wood, we hate those who stick out

Difference is a danger, a [red] flag,(or-any-colour)

A decay, a desiccation filled with the enemies of the world

We see difference as a detriment,

A disability, a decimation, a deformity, not a humanity

We seek to destroy as we build ourselves up

*Those who stand tall will find themselves on their knees [eventually]* 

Praying to a god who {will/does} not {believe in them/exist}

We hate those who have more than we have

With what little we-do have we hate, we bet on hate, we hope

We hate those who hate; [we hate those who don’t know {how(or)/why/what-it-is} to hate]

*We hate those who have something we don’t-those-who-are-who-you-aren’t*

You hate me to dignify yourself

You hate to justify, judge and execute;-hate-is-your-excuse 

Hate is a ticket to a show everyone wants to see; but no one wants to {be-a-part-of/audition-for}

You hate to entertain yourself, to bring [some] meaning to nothing, [to meaninglessness;]

[Your {only/true} salvation]

And you hate [to] know[ing] me without even knowing me

You hate to feel, to see, to smell, to taste, to hear [to make sense of]

In-this hate you have a sixth-sense. You hate to deify, to love

The genius of it, the ignorance, the beauty [to make {the-world/it} your own (playgrounds)]

To kill anything [to kill] anyone

To justify cruelty 

To not feel small

To compare the evil to the good

To compare freedom to slavery

To compare victory to defeat

To compare mercy to death. There is no difference

Belief is an illusion 

Belief is an echo chamber 

Belief is a war [worth winning]

Hate is our remedy

Hate is our God

*Will you hate me to selfishly love yourself?*

*What will you do {when/with} your hate (runs out)?*

*[When you {deal-with/face} the repercussions]*

Of your finite {anger/fear}

What of-[{you/me/us}] will be left?

What will keep {you/me/us} going [without that hate]?

[Where will (y)our hate be then, when it runs out, (will it fester into a flower, drunk in the rain?)]

There are those who seek power,

The power to create, the power to destroy,

To subjugate to control, to crucify 

They think that hatred means strength, means freedom

{And/maybe} if they {couldn’t-be-more/are} right I would not suffer, now

{[At]the/most} people must always

Have their freedom, [even]

Above the freedom of others

To abandon [their] freedom is [mental] suicide 

Freedom is a prison for all but the

{Nonbelievers/likeminded};

For all the forgotten

{Likeminded/nonbelieving} fools

We take freedom in[to our hands]

The same way some killers

Believe in [their own] justice 

Freedom is a weapon 

Freedom is a license-for-a-gun,-[an-alibi,-an-excuse]

There isn’t enough to go around

Are your hands clean?

What is freedom? But to overpower, conquer control, and overcome the will of others, and break

Free from the chain we bind {others/them/ourselves} from?

To do anything, to take blind opportunity {from/to-kill} anyone

To subjugate the weak-and-overwhelm-the-strong

Like taking a bite out an ice cream cone 

Is my freedom heavier than yours? 

Can you {bear/shift} the weight of

{My/a} {burden/chainlink-fence}

[You don’t want to bear]?

*[Or will you leave it by the

Roadside, like trash, picked clean

A dandelion in the rain?]*

But the tree outside doesn't seem to know, I watch it swaying there in the autumn afternoon sun

The fledgling birds wish to leave their nests, the butterflies migrate for greener pastures 

The seagulls hug shorelines 

The flower born from dirt reaches for the iris sun

*But the flower doesn’t know;*

*I watch it {move/wither} swallowed by the {rain[&]/drought}*

*It cannot recognize the difference

Between good and evil in your eyes*

But in finding {meaning[and]/merit} in hatred [instead of love]

We destroy ourselves for the need to be better,

[For the thrill] we kill each other

To {remember/pretend-we-know} what it means to live

Imagery ripped to pieces

Form a disappetite for difference in the bare naked eye

*From the inside*

We are all walking corpses

Trying not to be swallowed up

By this earth’s majesty, it’s beauty

We are all scarecrows

Blinded by shadows on the walls

[We {clothe/close} {ourselves/our}

{In/eyes}] Light and dark, the microcosm, and the macrocosm, deity, and devil, good, evil,

Slavery, freedom, etc.

Two faces of a coin but at some

Point it may just land on its side if only we had some form of hope

I’m afraid the not so different will

{Destroy/kill} {themselves/each-other}

{Because/for} {of/their}

{Their/slight} difference[s]

In the name of [some (warped)] freedom

From thesis and antithesis we

Could be {one/shattered} [together]

But the sun continues to shine

And life is divergent

*[Like soft rain, music, whispers, melody, artwork]*

*[Like the efflorescent tides]*

*[Life {is/should-be} a sense

Of blissful unrippling peace]*

*[Meadows of gold pandemoniums’

Coronas Sol exfoliating

Paint oasis variegated suedes paisley]*

Like the spring the summer and the fall

Or the rising and falling

Of a single breath [or a

{Reddened/blueish} {sun/moon}]

Now, I watch the grass move

In the wind outside my house, like clockwork

Elysian streams bleeding green

Seas in reed leaves between trees; peeling terpsichorean

Amorphous forests of Damascus’

Asphodels velvets cellos

Trellised amethyst hydrangeas

Molten yolks lotuses exfoliating

Smouldering turquoise violas’

Above thunderously rust[l]ing

The world {is/merely} {waiting/waits}

Maybe somewhere along the way,

I forgot to {look/listen/care}

*[{To/for} {you/me/us/some-reason/it}]*

*[In the ever changing expanse

Of nothing, somewhere in the anemoia

Of a photograph the shape of abstract, some ball of mud

The sound of silence;

The colour of shadow,

The darkness of light,

In the stillness of {music/movement},

Like a book without words,

Only pitch black whitewashed pages,

Onyx lace constellation

Transmogrification bobbing

Like (a) masquerades halo]*

A streetlamp like a buoy

[Drifting] in the [dull] darkness

Like oceans of ink

Smiling like a black rusted nail

Vast pastels aphrodisiac lacquer

Passionate accents fashioned collapsing

Enveloped in yellow golden

Primordial solars polaroid void[s recoiling foliage oil portraits]

*Metamorphosing orchard chlorophyll

Builds gilded willowing vermillion chiselling whittled pillow swilling cerulean* 

In a mere image

In reflection 

Before memory become ash;

[As such is the ways of this world

(By letting go of my hatred)]

Even I 

{Will/may} find {my/a[n]}

[{Way/final/own/true/end}]

{Home/answer/peace/emptiness/to-war}

I know

(The Crunch, By Charles Bukowski:)

“More haters than lovers”

(Spiders, By System Of A Down:)

“All the life running through her hair”

My shadow

(My Father Fought Sonnet, By Yehuda Amichai:)

“He filled his eyes with them. He was in error”

“Onward like them to all my wars I go”

For this is

{All/who} I am 

*{Or/and} [ever] {was/could-be}*

A [faint] shadow reaching {out/towards}

To the distant [tapestry of {a/endless}] horizon

*|A lead paper clip|*

*Somewhere [in the blank(et) paper

Of] your formaldehyde eyes*

(The Crunch, By Charles Bukowski:)

Who put this brain inside of me?

“It cries”

“It demands”

“It says there is a chance”

“It will not say”

“‘No’”

But I am 

{A/no} fool

Just another {ignorant/voice}

Just the sum of many, many, many, plain,

Unforgivable, unnecessary forgotten,

Unsaid excuses, lost in the subway;

Like madmen, like soldiers, like killers

(Dreamlessly, By Charles Bukowski:)

“So many, many, many”

“Of my fellow creatures”

(Spiders, By System Of A Down:)

“Dreams are made, winding through my head”

“Before you know, awake”

A bluebird

A wooden cross

A checkered flag

A dandelion seed swivelling 

Through a field of {granite/green/oaken}

{Memories/photographs/branches}

Somewhere {before/beneath/in/between/below/at}

The {bombshell/bottom/shrapnel}

Of my [{dull/hollow}]

Heart[‘s {tarp/escarpments}]

Time does not wait for me

Only follows 

Like the rain

After the summer sun

I flew, once; fleetingly, [too close(ly)

[(To it-{all/that-sun})], [and it was] as if

I [(n)ever] had wings 

In the first place

And not just one hand full of red wildflowers 

One hand

{Bent/warped/twisted} into prayer beads

Like pieces of a mountain 

{Of/all} your muddy arms

Slowly drifting

Down through the forest 

Somewhere [lost] in the {stagnant/static}

[{Air/water} of a] river [of {word(les)s/cacophony}]

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me now?

An echo, of an echo [of an echo]

A dream of another [man’s] dream

[Waking up {in/to} delusion] 

A shadow on the walls

[Waiting to bloom {full-of/into} {colour/mania} again)]

Stretching to the sunrise [like crooked trees]

[Holding up heavy crowns]

[Chain-smoking their green leaves] 

If only for a moment of empty sky reflection

I see myself

Sitting among the daisies 

In a still field

Watching, [waiting until,] the world end[s for the final time]

The words [left] unspoken 

Born out of that

I had no choice but to {abandon/burn/bury} them and remember 

Your irreconciliation 

As the windmills turn [in tandem]

As the petals fall, [from a withered rosebed]

As the infinite dwindles [into one fleeting moment]

As the corn rots [in a dilapidated field]

As the skies darken [before nightfall]

As the people wander; [through an empty corridor]

As the streets stretch [on towards oblivions’ gates]

Eventually, you’ll understand

[As sure as the sun shines]

*That I love[d] you*

*[And that in loving you (freely),

I (am still) {exist/here/happy}]*

[If only] in a memory

(Cry In The Distance, By Reichi Nakaido:)

“Although I must be innocent,”

“Now I am punished. I think my freedom”

“Cost me dearly, but I don't have”

“The guts to sell my soul so cheaply”

“Although I must be innocent,”

“Now I am punished. I wasn't the one”

“Who sewed those seeds, but”

“Nevertheless I have to pull up the”

“Flowers that bloomed from them.”

I never knew any better; this

Is who I [really] am, brother 

Just another malformed poem;

Written into the frontlines of a newspaper 

{Waging/wars} {war/wage} {on/until} forever-behind-bars

Words standing in a long line,

Waiting for the period at the

End of their [run on (sight)]

Sentence; [serving-drinks] some{where/time}

Between the bars of a page;

Stories and stories metamorphosing into

Skyscraper constellations 

[A prison of verbs outstretched

Towards that angry sun;

Like the hands of God’s antithesis] 

[I wr{i/o}te] a tower of metaphor

Edifices crystalline whisked

Lithium pitch cliff drift

Nickelled Styx Sanskrit eclipse hieroglyphic

Homunculus blossoming steampunk

Arrases gloss consumption pumping sarcophagus psychotropic 

Flannel channels piano candles’ tangling gin Seraphim amaranthine; bangled chandeliers pier

Below the golden corona phantasmagoria 

[Fabric psychosomatic patterns

Avalanched branches amaranth]

Tarnished arms of harbour

Arboretum carve bronze phoenix

Out of brown cowls medallion flowering

Orichalcum’s velvet parhelion

Smog Augusts cosmopolitan

Strawberry flared alstroemerias sclera 

Spectral electrum sepulchre stirred

Bourbon churn hurricane rain;

Bays shade beige rays

[Opal cornucopia yolk brushstrokes torching uncorked token oak]

My shadow 

(My Father Fought Sonnet, By Yehuda Amichai:)

“{He/we} filled {his/our} eyes with them. {He/we} {was/were} in error”

“Onward like them to all my wars I go”

“Dying as they died, in gore and [in] terror”

[Blindly feeling my way in through this dark]

Looking for the tunnel at the end of the light

Still flickering there

Unraveling into roses

Like a spent match; or a [fizzling] neon sign 

Free from the absence of light

Everything has its end

I don’t intend to {go/leave/pass/die} so {eagerly/easy/early/peacefully} 

I may be a madman, in love

With a world that does not love me, yet 

I am no fool

I don’t intend to fall again

[From such {great/high} heights]

But a man who expects me to do so,

[To suffer unfairly for no]

[Reason but (to satisfy) my own self pity]

And deliberately waste my life,

[For the sake of nothing,

And no one] is [sorely mistaken]

I am not so vain [or cruel]

That I would not feel small

Under the weight of {this/a} {summer/setting} sun

And not savour its rises again in the morning

Or any other morning; at that

As it will be there all the same [and]

It will be there when I’m gone [somewhere in your kaleidoscope eyes]

It is a comfort to know

Like one dandelion in a meadow [or a purple spotted Rorschach maelstrom] of immaterial gold

Sometimes; there is a light in {that/this/the} darkness 

[Even in the depths of a

Hollow heart there is (still)

Some (abstract form of) redemption]

*A door open a crack;

Unhinged from the one [still]-frame of a second[‘s portrait] *

But like them, I too must go

Out to meet my [inevitable] war

With more than [just (those

Damascus gaps gelatinous

Flowers of forgotten] words [between outlines]

Where are the years of [my] old [life]?

Sometimes I {seek/hear}

Their memory down stream

[In a forest of mumbling words, (I call my home)]

Pieces of my past {ripple/ripe}

Reflected like the summer sun somewhere in the river

Float past variegated oasis

Amorphous porcelain vortex opalescent text depths etching crepuscular 

Where hate was all but swallowed by the noise of heavy water

Pulling under calligraphy’s fields

Into inkblot funnelled sun

Time marches on like a fallen soldier cradled by Valkyrie and angels

After a battle lost

Without knowing {the-difference/(or)the-loss}

[His body (still) holding itself upright on the hill, (he wanders onwards, not knowing)]

Still stumbling through there, {half-alive/reaching-out}

[Brother, (I’m sorry, I can not separate these evils from the good for you)]

*Insanity; is doing the same thing

And expecting a different result [to occur]*

*Life was a question*

This {isn’t/wasn’t} {the/my} answer

It never really was[, yet]

*There was no [other] choice*

Onward like them to all my wars [I go]

Onwards, like them

[We march (towards

The end of a-deaf sentence)]

[Into absolution(’s setting sun)]

[We (who) were] mistaken

*We who were*

*Forgotten in the dark*

*To smoulder caught in the

Rain like a blackened

Whitewash of muddy river water*

(Chop Suey, By System Of A Down:)

“Father (father)”

“Father (father)”

“Father (father)”

“Father (father)”

“Father, into your hands I commend my spirit”

“Father, into your hands”

“Why have you forsaken me?”

“In your eyes forsaken me”

“In your thoughts forsaken me”

“In your heart forsaken me, oh”

*This life is a prison,

A psyche ward of whites

Blackened crowded hospital

Overflowing Sol with static

Voices, shrivelling in a void

Coiling spiralling alive

With irises twine transmogrified*

(Cry In The Distance, By Reichi Nakaido:)

“Although I must be innocent,”

“Now I am punished.”

[How] have you forgotten?

I am still here

*As the sun shines*

*As the clouds pass*

*As the trees sway [elastic pastures

Fractals plastics’ pastured

Plastered wax tapestried]

In [wheezing breeze] the

[Scintillating] wind [salt electroconvulsive]*

Pulsating creation lace constellations

Traced paste glaciers condensation 

Mapping dilapidated 

*Spinning into luminous blooms*

*As the green grass flows

Like a carpet in the wind*

*As the city’s ambience draws

In closer pastel’d velvet parhelion*

*Although I am innocent*

I watch time pass the way an old friend does observing shadows on the walls, thinking they are

{The/only} {only/the} sum of this world, {the/only} {only/the} {life/light}

*[{Born(out-of-that)/from}]

Behind the bars of a sentence*

*The silent orchestra sits

[Holding instruments of war]*

*In between the labyrinth of a mind

[(Lost {again/in}) the brain of a jigsaw

(A colourless Rubik’s-cube) that subdivides like prison cells loudly, blooming into union and

Entomb centrifuging jewelry]*

*Spirals into {a/sweet} nothingness [{as-if/which(mutters)}]*

It-wasn’t-me-who-closed-the-door;-{look/it}-{at/was}-you;-I never really left [you]

 

13.  With You

Although the prozac couldn’t help you

And the groups didn’t help you,

[And the treatment hasn’t helped you]

And the *[(preachers, and the)]*

Nurses [and the doctors

(And the psyche ward, and the city)]

Wouldn’t help you

And the walks through a

Crowded stark white

Corridor didn’t help you

And the people and the places

[And the (things, and the poets,

And the) pills (still)] haven’t helped you

Although the sickness didn’t kill you

And the sadness didn’t snuff you

And your reflection didn’t look recognizable 

Just [{left/like}] an afterimage pleading to be face down, dead

In a brown puddle on the stark white sidewalk 

Or a chemical bath of [mixed

Bag maybe it’ll work] medications

Or a psychotic breakdown

Of your frail ego and weak

Tears [in a now near-empty sterile hallway]

Or a {kind/form} of sadness people

Couldn’t {hear/understand}

Among the [ensemble of (an)]

{Uninterrupted/[static]} traffic

[(Jam,) as they just make their way home, deafened (lost yet found,)

{Indistinguishable/innocent/(undesirable)/irredeemable}]

As the clock ticks [and points senseless with its {fingers/thousandth-hand}]

As the clouds ravel into different meaningless shapes

*Tangling together*

As the prisoner sheds his [rusting rib]cages and becomes a butterfly 

*In an old garage*

*Time still watching from the windowpanes* 

And leaves the mortal coil twisted [into ones’ black line across the white void]

*Reflecting one period blackened at the end of*

*A sentence to serve [in the apple of an eye (like taking a bite out of the blistered summer sun)]*

As the cells subdivide {prisoner/into} a body trapped within itself

As the wor[l]ds come and go

*Black or white abysses, crystalline figs of imprisoned cinnamon timber lindens crimson winter

Shadowed by their etching;

Simply one side or the other;

[{Tied/carved} into (nail

Driven schisms {tinging/colours}

Spun in {plummeting/thundering}

{Umbral/tongues}) {knotted/meaningless}

{Zigzagging/patterns} spiralling

Rays parade braided waves of

{Pages/faded} hurricane {maze/paisley’s}-fabricated-ricocheting-

Haloes {Rorschach/lead-poisoned}

Unfold {corona/aroma} of lotuses

Exfoliate corduroy roses,

{Bloated/corroded} smouldered thing,

Foliage portrait {bridging/amygdala}

Ribboning prism composing

Sol’s pandemonium in (coral) forests (orchards porridges rivulets a yolk uncork)

Metamorphosing vortex of vorpal porcelain wings]*

Like truckers

Like the seasons,

[Like a blackened sun or a tapestried moon]

Like hemlock

As the seconds crawl, through the wormhole of an hour

As the minutes [dig trenches,]

Drag themselves through the mud

[Waging {war/(looking)} for

Nothing (and for) no {one/reason}]

*[As the stars sit now,

In a once empty sky]*

*As the trees watch you

And the birds watch you*

*As the students and the[ir] teachers

Mingle together [blanketed

(By love)] in their [insecure] naivety*

*{Like/believing} the years will last

Forever; if only in their ignorant hearts*

*As the cold wind {blows/drafts/sings}

Another {forgotten/unparticular/unpleasant}

Song; across the endless

Echoes of silences’ [and melodies

(Dancing mad in ugly {nothingness/labyrinthine})

Wanting little more than freedom)]*

*As the earth turns [itself over

(In an endless sleep)]*

*As the telephone cables sag; [Hanging from (grey) rotting wood]*

*As the vultures crow, feathered wings [of steel]

Reaching out [to heaven’s splendour in a dead parthenogenesis]*

As Nirvana becomes limbo

As the tide rolls a cigarette 

As the sun stares back like

A blank {slate/sky/canvas} bored with the earth

As the breeze walks with

You and the clouds touch you

*As all of existence blurs

Into one moment; {one-word/one-note},

Like the {nondescript/blink} of a

{Neon/kaleidoscope} [ivories

Vinyls’] eye [fibrously

Unwinding vines pyres] {spiralling/colliding/still}

[Twine transmogrified]

Chiming skyscrapers makeshift

Glyphs pitch lithium picturesque etch

[Rhododendron resins tethering

Feather lead stroke tenebrous oak token cork metamorphosing]

Winding irises spiderweb thread ebony reds’ nebula nether Armageddon

Everest tarnishing eclipse twisted crucifixion pixie apparitions all creation, [watching time]

*Sitting crosslegged bored waiting for the[ir] subway [car]*

You are not alone

Am [still] {here/with-you/[by-your-side-(forever)]}

If you want me to be (With-You,-By-Linkin-Park:)“Even-if-you’re-not-with-me,-I’m-with-you”

 

14.  Continuation (Acoustikinesis)

[Shadowed {arms/eyes} erupt

Like butterflies from the caliginous

{Dirt/forest} boreal fleury

Metamorphosis of cocoon moons

Parachute consuming junipers

In blond dawn transmogrification]

Phases braid decaying daisies 

Parading rays glaze suede

Frayed pages mosaic oasis

Paisley maze hurricane everglade  

Tenebrous lotus exfoliated paints

Variegates lace space constellations

Barricaded layers precipitation

Glacier make shapelessness glyph eclipse 

Shrapnel asphodel melding yellow

Parhelion swan chiffon dawn obelisk blond onyx lager tawny transmogrified spiral ivy

Kaleidoscope 

Vinyl pines turpentines ivory unwind

Gaia tie tide photosynthesizing

Knives iris abyss wick polymerized

Briars scythe bible lime fibrous’

Papyrus formaldehyde

Eye jaws constellation

Bronze tarnished cobbling

Obelisk harvested glyph lithium riptide

Bonfire asylum asymmetrical

Bethels’ vessel orchestral effigies knead 

Bleaching wheat leafy

Steeple peak ethereal [sheets]

Fields helium peeling ceiling teal onomatopoeia

Murals empyrean bend hallucinogenic

Gems assemblage bottomless

Constellation shape pasted bogs

Of onyx crystal discombobulated

Gorges formless uncorking

Metamorphosing hinges

Infinite print ribbon trim photosynthesis

The wooden fingertips of

Leaves hug pewters hallways

[Corridors form from chlorophyll

Willow sigils billowing in

Spring’s tinge linen photosynthesis]

Primordial phantasmagorical

Ore terraforms woven

Ambrosial Sol pandemonium 

[Swilling chiseled whittling

Rings incendiaries blare into June] 

[Luminous fume plumeria

Serendipity’s twist stitching

Styx glyph silver cherry marinading] 

[Nickel hickory of tarnished

Lithium pixelated plaited saturated]

[Clay polymerization suede

Pavement blade haloes

Mosaic glades braiding condensation]

[Clouds ravel javelins Babel

Shrouding gown boughs

Sourdoughs shapeshifting phoenixes]

[The Eden seedlings breezing

Terpsichorean helix weaving arboretum]

[Beaded onomatopoeia sheath

Their blades of grass triathlon]

[Cycling through the ripe

Summer budding as a flower petals]

[Malachite scythe of a

Candlelit moon blued entomb centrifuging jewelry]

[Incandescent crests that paint

Oasis in grey shapelessness, flaking maples]

Etched into pestilence vesicular

Vessels step into the depths

Of bethels phosphorescently

Cotton swabs bronze constellations

Of plum bloodlines drawn

In the sands, metallurgical 

[Reconstructing lustrous puffing

Borealis as green intravenous

Thunderclap Rorschach’s gelatinous,

Shrapnel unwraps brass rapids

A cardiovascular baptism;

Glass dilapidated faces

Sway like shades of bottomless

Blonde transmogrification]

[August foggy bodies of

Water samsara dart with

Cartilage of Tartarus, blanch out-branching

Sanctums ankh chrysanthemums] 

[Trampled over clovers embroidering

Foliage smouldering covers budding]

[Fields’ of cerise trees saffron

Auburn lagers choreographies]

[Assemblages’ dove funnelling

Sunset depth tresses (inter)meshing]

[Collected effigies dot the

Kaleidoscopic tied toss of

Pockmarked carpet; pretzeled

Gout emptiness penitentiaries

Magentas entrails pale azalea;

Gouache blotches dock faucets 

Psychotropic apotheosis’s

Oceans chalk coffins’ moksha’s

Oxygenated constellations]

[Grinding of the gears

That sweat rust like dust

Onto the gelatinous afternoons

Infusing entombed ludicrous,

Hues bloom all-consuming]

[Bottomless obelisks’ of

Tawny mitochondria draw

Themselves in the valves experimentalism] 

[Prisons of lindens image

Scissoring ginseng obsidian

Rhythmic photosynthesis as it

Drips abyssal Styx serendipitous

Precipitation face glaciers

Totem of Asmodeus’ Sagittarius]

Tomorrow morning is purgatorial

Orange orb corridors forged

From torch Sol metamorphosing

[Torrents of centuries passing

Through these collective unconscious

Like electroconvulsive salsa,

Cultivating creation, acreages bridging obsidian]

[Prisms fingertip glyphs of mithril

Lithium pits eclipsing evisceration lace]

[Paradisiacal spiralling vinyls

Xylophone eye pyre irises

Jambalaya Sanskrit eclipse

Nickel inconspicuous eucalyptus

Whisk diamond lilac photosynthesizing

Violet capsized fibre ivory

Twine caramelize sunrise hieroglyphics]

Praying to hazel napalm Molotov

Chamomile camouflage collage,

Mandala champagne chardonnay

Bottomlessness onomatopoeias 

Pyres spiral into sinew

Centrifuging musicals pulling rosemary’s 

[From the hazy bouquet of

Vertebrae glades discombobulated]

[Shackling sacrament bent resin

Flower cowl petal hallucinogenics

Carpet tenebrous lotus

Parthenogenesis tendrils of red incomprehensible]

Opal apotheosis molten token

Yolk uncorked oak metamorphosis 

[Sunsetting metallurgy iceberg

Thaumaturgy hurricanes eye

Transmogrified kaleidoscope 

Entrails magenta fentanyl tent penitentiaries]

*Bent into renaissance*

Clementine wine spiralling hieroglyphs

Glyph pitch nickel phoenixes

Wind photosynthesize 

Crystallized eyes colliding wide polymerization

[Torch orchids fleury orchestras

Buzz covers ruddied penumbra]

[Howling at the moon; the wolf devours himself]

Choirs of suicidal sunrises pyre into blue sky

[Widening blindly spidering gelatinous

Grass asphalt fighting for a breath

Efflorescences nectar,

Sepulchres in depths bioluminescence]

[Pastel umbrella eldritch yellow

Trellis ghetto melancholy

Watermelon swelling envelopes

Mandalas evangelical

Emerald hallucinations]

Cellos of posies forests

Roaring [open ocean] metamorphosis 

[Corridors of fleury phantasmagoria,

Forging torn porridge gorges]

[Sulphur gulfs’ culture arching

Carpets tarps arching parchment

Arctics darkness darting eyes

Of stark isolation’s marred compartmentalization]

Meadows’ pastel enveloping parhelion

Dawn lager bottomless eclipse, linen photosynthesis

[Lithium abyss cliffs nickel

Chipped onyx hieroglyph Styx]

[High-rise leviathan papyrus

Bibles colliding kaleidoscope token]

Poplars char Chardonnay

Rays suede haloes paisley transmogrification 

[Glaciers burn in the setting

Sun thunderclap gelatinous synapse]

Aspens’ haemorrhage blending

Assemblage blotchy clouds

Amalgamating constellations 

[Shapeshifting nickel sycamore

Spores coral forests shoring chlorophyll]

Sway parading haloes rosé glaze

Wicker hickory Icarus eclipses’

Eclair canary marionettes dejected

Bethels of crowded clouds

Babel enamel Sol phantasmagorical 

[Avalanching chrysanthemums

Blanket jams anchor panko swollen roses]

[Nebulas dove ruddied sunflowers

Malleable shallows hallowed

Palisade grey polymerization]

Ragged scabbard lavender labyrinth pencils pretzel’d nonsensical entrails

{I/we} do not love you

I never (really [{came to/did}]) love(d) you 

I echo

Only, myself

Can you (not) hear {it/me}

My voice is crying (out [from silence])

[(In madness, in chaos, in order)]

Rorschach roses

Under golden pandemonium Sol

Embroidery coiling magnolia foilage

[Entangled in {this/my/a} forest of

{Many/mangled/hanging} {hands/noise/branches}]

{Drawing/drowning} you {closer/deeper}

Into (the {sound/depths} of) my {symphony/shadow}

Uninterrupted static

Dancing [madly]

In the wind

(Black Hole Sun, By Soundgarden:)

“Hang my head”

“Drown my fear”

“Till you all just disappear”

Even I {will/may} find my way home

In {an/a} {old/memory}, {photograph/maybe}

[Perhaps]

And pretend I’m not [a] dead [man (still ignorantly walking)]

Towards a reds sun that will never rise again

Towards a cool breeze that

Tugs at my [puppet] strings

The moon that reaches for something [true]

Beyond its [superficial] grasp 

And finds only its reflection in these black[out] waters 

Shadows that reach out

Staring back at him

Like the ends of a world that came and went

*[Can you hear it? This

Electroconvulsive sulphur

Palpitation waltzing salty,

Within sky these

Penultimate waves,

Oceans rouge one within orchards

Torching quarters’ orb

Florins metamorphosis]*

*[Malted alternative]*

*Sunsetting Armageddon in heaven’s nether

Denim, lead edifice eclipsed*

*Like dandelions spreading across

The burnt edge of a bible page

Rolling greasy cigarettes of smoking Hamilton factories*

Like the final {line/defeat/road/verdict/sentence}

{In/on/through/told}

{The/a/golden/to/through}

{Draft/stalemate/valleys/shells/husks} of

{History/tomorrows/metempsychosis/men/youth}

Like {a/an} {battlecry/echo}

{Forgotten/unheard}

[I {find/seek} {solace/shelter} in my

Isolationism, in my calm yet selfish nature]

There was a light blossoming in the darkness 

*But its gone now*

(Before I Forget, By Slipknot:)

“I will remember before I forget

[Before I forget that]”

[You are no more than a childhood memory] 

A mistake, a nostalgia trip of my own vulnerability 

I won’t be weak like you

Trampled [into dust(y highway)], like you

Broken down into nothing [(a sick joke not un)like you]

[Born] for the sake of nothing knowing nothing living and suffering in that nothing for no reason

No purpose, lost

[Dying in my own filth, {just/like}

A kind hypocrite, (like you)]

Accepting everyone with open arms,

No matter how they destroy you

[How they hurt you], {is/so}

Idiotic, [(so) ignorant (like you)]

*[(I live for no one, but myself)]*

[To be so pure (of heart) is almost an insult]

[I could never be as kind as you, so instead]

Since this cruel world made me unkind

I accept no one

I love no one

Because no one has truly

Loved me, I hate them [for it]

Because no one has done

Right by you I hate them [for it]

*Because they cannot

{Reject/understand/see-past}

The story behind their {cruel/blind/empty}

{Reality/purpose/meaning}

[Built] {in/of/from} [them alone,

Their mislead path and of] their

Own fake hatred, I hate them irreparably*

*[They are as {misguided/many} as they

Are (lost &) {unquestionably(and)/incurably} mad]*

Because their hatred is false

Because they killed you

[(For nothing,) I hate them for it]

*[I find it hard to forgive,

(As if you’d never been there)]*

As if you never gave them their

Flowers [by the bunch(es)]

As if you never cared

They could kill me a hundred times

And it would mean {nothing/little}I-should-have-cried;-I-could-have-been-completely-irrevelent

[But you, you were irreplaceable, irrelevantly 

loving me] 

But I no longer can believe

In you, and your fragile beauty 

[Walked over like-so-much broken {glass/egg-shells}]

Your {stupid/broken} stained glass

You were no more than

The falsehood that replaced you

Your kind[li]ness won’t save

You [and certainly] won’t save me

I cannot win wars with words,

I simply would not survive 

[I {do/no} {not/longer}

Have the privilege (or the luxury) to be weak like you]

*But the leaves, I watch them dancing in the wind, and they remind me of you[r]

*[Malignant fragility, incomprehensible compassion]*

*[(I do not have the opportunity to care)]*

*[(Nor the stomach, for

Thoughtlessness, for obedience)]*

*[Nor the {heart/pity} (or the

Patience) to tell you otherwise]*

*[(Nor the stupid optimism

Required to live a life in vain)]*

*[Gardening in (a)

{Maelstrom/arboretum’s}

Of {dandelion/weeds}

*Searching blindly for a single

Petal in a meadow of wilted blooms*

*[(Pulling up the past {from/and/for}

{Its/old/dead} roots)]*

*[(As if there’s anything left to salvage but {faded/meaningless} {memories/salvation})]*

*Because I know hate*

*[And this strange hypocrisy you {made/built} {me/in} {from/me}]*

*[(I blame you for)]*

*It keeps beating into arrhythmic concertos*

It fuels this machine, this rusted iron cage [I call, my heart]

*[But] I do not know why*

As the engines {break/drone}

As the sun shines

As the eagle hunts

As the clouds float

As people pass each other in their

[Own {grey/nocturnal}

Eventual everyday] isolation

[As the hitchhiker waits alone,

On a scraggly highway] 

As castles of cards fall upon empty tables

As the photograph burns

[Itself into dilapidated memory]

As the empty house finds [its] new occupants 

As the baby robins {learn/leave}

{To/the} {fly-(the)/nest}

*As the dreamer wakes from

An[other blued] afternoon nap*

As the geese migrate

And the cars move 

Like speeding bullets {in/on} a {chamber/highways}

As the prison cells [sub]divide 

[As the caterpillar warps in metamorphosis]

As the dead decompose into flowers 

(The Crunch, By Charles Bukowski:)

“And the killer will behead the child”

“Like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone”

{As/until} the world remembers

Until the colours fade

*[Together into one portrait]*

Until the church bells chime

Until the memory dies

Until the spirit 

Leaves the body

*The spiders spin their webs

Waiting {for/to-suck-dry-juicy}

{Prey/horseflies}*

*The leaves, I watch them

Dancing in the wind [so elegantly]*

Like two elderly people [falling asleep in the same bed, only to wake up (a tangled mess beside

Each other)] waltzing [in togetherness]

*Like a light of outstretched greys; [hugging zigzagging zebra piano keys terpsichorean]*

*[Cigarette smoke floats] like a secondhand memory [hazy]*

(Time Moves Slow, by BADBADNOTGOOD, & Samuel T. Herring:)

“Running away is easy”

“It’s the living that’s hard”

“And loving you was easy”

“It was you[r] leaving that scarred”

*Rays of topaz sunlight

[Creating a shadows

Ravelling clouded Babel]*

*Crossing seas of branches,

Sail through the blank pages

Forests into the neon sunsetting*

*[Edifice’s crystalline twist

Hickories phoenix nickelled tarnish eclipse*

*Glyphs mithril gilded bougainvillea

Whittling tinged obsidians

Gin rhythm photosynthesis*

Until the end begins to dream

Again; [(one, full, moon) until] tomorrow

*Until {the-day-I’m-done/the-moment-I-am-gone/then}*

(Jambi, By Tool:)

“[Silence, legion], save your poison”

[Silence, legion], stay out of my way”

I left to find my own way, brother

{So/[to]} {lay-[down]/save} {your/[my]} petty {dreams/hate/memories/ambition/arguments/blasphemy} [aside]

They are not {(t)here-(to)/welcome} [{for/to/here} ({you/me})]

*[Can you see me?]*

*{Like/what} I-[once] {was/have} {before/become[ing-this]}?*

*[(Time {goes/has} {on/forgotten} {regardless/me})]*

(Time Moves Slow, by BADBADNOTGOOD, & Samuel T. Herring:)

“Time moves slow”

“When you’re so alone”

“Time moves slow”

“When you’re so alone”

Twisted into cruel caricature

*[{I’ve/I} {lost/lack} all direction;

(Words walk in a long straight line,

Waiting for the falsetto

{Rhetoric/period} at the end

Of their sentence between love letters,

And lost pages written, behind(s)

Iron bars, drunk harbouring

Blinks constellation reflected

In your eyes like neon kaleidoscope,

Chaos blossom phosphorus)]*

Etch nectarines leaf terpsichorean 

<I’ve [re]written my own heart; can you read the rhythm?>

Please

Do not hate me [in turn,] for my irreconciliation

It’s been too long

*[(And there still really was no other way)]*

To live, or to die [than this]

(So Now?, By Charles Bukowski:)

“Oh, I was once young,”

“Oh, I was once unbelievably young!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

15. Maybe [Unfinished]


Is it possible that
*I am still here*
*In a memory, maybe*
*Loving no one but myself,

Knowing no one,

But the ravens, [outside my window,]

On dull worn dilapidated telephone cables,

Cawing out reincarnation [

In the break of early sunlit morning

And afternoon plume bioluminescent]*

Zephyrs stretching depth perception

Etching vortex amorphous

Torching porcelain tinging
*Some faded dream screams

Like an echo of an opera singer,

A strangled voice in a sea

Of warring instruments louder

Than boughs in opaque hurricanes trailblazing maelstroms *
*Like a prison cell full of colourful sounds

An eye bouncing veined

With [e]motion and image nauseating[ly]

Waiting for the morning coral Gaia’s

Transmogrified eye pyre photosynthesizing
*Sunrise spiralling into scintillation*
*The arm of a shaded river surrounded

By nature hugs the empty body of

Mud-veins dirtied with stagnation,

Pulsed electroconvulsive*
*A shallow love that had to die

For the fragile tranquil purpose of living,

Bearing fruit, meaning from the vine*
From nothing, {they/we} {come/came} and {go/went}
Stepping into the stream

Already baptized in [the] {flame/fire}s [that purify]
*We gave up our brittle lives*
*We sold our immortal souls*
For you
*[Dangled our legs over] on [the] dull edge

Of {a/this} [cruel] {razor/world}

{Without/and-not} expecting to be cut

[Like a line of tobacco and smoked like a forest fires flaring cigar]
*The Hamilton smokestacks of Dofasco and Stelco*
Fine cut salt sulphur 
Looking down from heaven
*Our broken love sings [lullabies]*
To the fringed cityscape
*Through the mouth of a saxophone*
*We birthed new words in the sound of void*
*As the colour peeled from our skin

[Frescoed into caliginous

Outstretched depth etching silhouettes]*
Like a single shadow following

The suns’ into dusk’s

{Damnation/darkness/dim-rays/dyed/depths}

Crepuscular sepulchres thaumaturgical
Hiding from blinding light
Behind the crack of a doorframe;

[Heaven or hell (unhinged, warped into a sentence)]
*So tell me*
What will {be-there/there-be} when we’re gone?
*What {meaning/is} {is/the}

{There/meaning} {left/in} {for-us/this},

[(What iron will, will there be)

What hope is there (for us) to cling to (to love, here)?]*
To derive the will to be,

And subject ourselves to the nothingness

{That-is/of} this world
*[(To be chased out of civilization,

Home and society, born simply

To die caged as {one,/a} free man,

Knowing only death, born for no one,

Taught for nothing, painting

Ourselves upon the face of the earth,

What is more worthless,

Knowing only that one purpose or discarding it)]?
Living or dying
Graffitiing the concrete jungle or not leaving a mark?
Steampunk umbrage thunder sunlit abysses kiss apocalyptic Styx
*What is {left/in-it} for us [{f/t}ools

(And dark unfairly villainized phantoms,

Us rejects, dull failures and vagabonds answerless)]

{When-we’ve/we-who’ve} given up

Everything [without even a single second thought]
*Fighting for the sake of the biggest

Nothing [there] ever [was],

We marched onwards, through the gates of hell, along the sharp {edge/incline} of existence*
*Torture is [a form of] therapy*
*Reason is [{our/a}] medicine*
*Waging wars against no one but ourselves*
(The Crunch By, Charles Bukowski:)
“Who put this brain inside of me?”
“It cries”
“It demands”
“It says that there is [still] a chance.”
What is this?
What is left for us but this?
Murdered by this
Tormented, tortured, by this
Made tired and sick by this
Smothered by this
(Rusty Cage By Soundgarden:)
“I’m gonna break my rusty cage and run”
What will there be left to bury

[Like a shadow  (of) {the/some} scarecrow in a wicker man heart]
*Freedom and [liberty (sold us into slavery)] {or/and/into} loneliness[?]*
Have you plugged your ears with clay?
The sadness of [that] liberty
Is {realizing/knowing} [that] there is {none/no-liberty}
Only conjecture 
You can’t {fight[or]/cheat} death, but you can {live[to]/try}, maybe
*I crack a smile in the head with [the {swivel/brush} of] a ballpoint pen*
The means defy the ends, heaven {had/without} a fence
(Be Kind, By Charles Bukowski:)
“{Age/life/death/([(and)-change]} {is/are} no crime[s]”
“But the shame of a deliberately wasted life”
“Among so many deliberately wasted lives, is.”

Maybe
This is the way the world ends, not with a whimper, but with a bang
(Rain, By Steve Conte:)
“A quiet screams, but I refuse to listen”
*In God’s damned judgement*
*Cry me a river*
*The rain is singing [like an elderly old opera singer]*
There’s something wrong with me, yes? Isn’t there?
I came to hear the music
*Not to die alone, powerless, and in vain like you [{did/once/(before)} (beautiful Ontario)]*
*And all my {poems/friends} {with/before} {you/me}*
(Dreamlessly, By Charles Bukowski:)
“So many, many, many”
“Of my fellow creatures”
“They feel no terror”
“At not loving”
“Or at not”
“Being loved”
At being murdered, or living on
*I don’t blame them for it or what they did to me*
*They [don’t {(really)/seem-to]}

{Know/understand} what it means to love

[Without (equal portions of) {hate[(and)/terror]},

{See?-(And)/maybe,-(sort-of-somehow)}]*
Should-I-pity-them?/[should-they-pity-me?]
*For this grave offence

[{Against-God/(against-love,-&-joys)/against-humanity}]?*
Neither do I
Chaos is a watercolour, a

{Washed-out/torn-&-rippling} flag;

Burning skies in the sunlight

Dripping asphyxiated onyx drawn transmogrification
The sun beaten like an egg

Into the [cracked porcelain] sky
The orange yolk of parhelion split into rivulet
Reflecting off colour on the water like shade
Staining the golden rays of parhelion
A volatile fickle thing
It knows [no boundaries] no better

[Covering freedom, madness]

{Perhaps/maybe} but [still] it tries somehow
Time loves no one
Neither do I
These words that we couldn’t say
Are they better [left] {unknown/forgotten}?
Are you better left forgotten?
Do you know what it means to die? To be forgiven?
Maybe
Maybe not
(Charles Bukowski on death)

“Most peoples’ deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die”

Except maybe our childhood innocence
Or a deliberately wasted life
[Not un]like, so many others [failing to grasp humanity; (between their trembling fingers)]
Caged in the palms of their thousand hands
Lost in a memory
With or without love
The shepherd and his sheep
*Abyssal thistle viscus hieroglyphics

Twisting nickelled tarnished eclipse*
Anemoia waiting like a stalking butler

[Among the golden dandelions,

A shapeshifting {glyph/spectre} of the past

Screaming with {a/the} (sewn) mouth

[Full] of silence, full of hollowness waiting like a blacked flag]
To {guide/drive} them [home]
(My Way, By Limp Bizkit:)
“Someday you'll see things my way”
“'Cause you never know, no, you never know”
“When you're gonna go”
“Someday you'll see things my way”
“‘Cause you never know, no, you never know”
[“When you're gonna go”]
You don’t know what it means to live brother
(Vinland Saga Second Opening Verse)
“Like rowing a boat,

We enter the future backwards.

All we see are the scenes of the past,

And no one cannot see the views of tomorrow”
*[Born-like(this,-swallowing-in-unchanging-meaninglessness)/just(worthless)]

An[other] {empty/broken} promise*
*Somewhere {lost/written/hidden/buried}

{Beneath/between/within/without/along/on}

{The/a} {sun/page[s]/words/line/way}*
Because this is {all/who} [that] I am

[And (all I*’ll*) ever will be]*
*A blind man [stumbling through the forests]

Alone in the dark [searching for

(Starving for my) redemption]*
Stuck on the same old vine, so I bury it, {mine/blind}
{Stuck/sick} {on/of} the same old vine,

So I [dig a hole, and] bury it, mine

 

16. Hades’ Sightless Shepherd

A sightless shepherd lives in the apple of my eye;

Low hanging fruit of our labours

[Fall(s) from the tree

(Like the hand of God bronzing

Foggy ensemble dawn auburn transmogrified)]
*Cashmere cerises creasing bleach

Steeples folding golden

Primordial forest orbiting organ metamorphosis*

*Orchard porcelain form corneas*
*Sheets’ ecru fume ludicrous pewter blooms cumulus hues*
*The blacks abscess of apotheosis’s

Lotuses tenebrous yolk penny

Ebbing tendrils of reds parthenogenesis, Quarter ore metamorphosis*
Uncorking torched amorphous quartz stroke portraits porcelains vorpal orchestras doves
Flooding budding colour smudging

Umbrage thunder ruddied covers
The sun hangs like a {broken-nail/body/pinprick}

In the {fingers/slipknot/blankets} of trees

The rusted gouache blotch of its

Black glass acetylene afterimage,

Stained, whisked, polished, scratched
{Beaten/whittling} into the misshapen woods
*Pastels yellow cello meadow

Unfold ghettos coal rosaries*
*Like a piece of chalk etched on an

Gouache alabaster Damascus

Blackboard nocturne’s coral gorge

Orange gorge forest metamorphosis*
*Porridge fleury purgatory

Phantasmagorias ores orchids

Contorted cork yolk token opals

Brushstroke cornucopia torch anthropomorphic*

*Porridge florin tourniquet eclipse*
*Green seas terpsichorean peeled cathedral chaos blossoming arrases*
*Obelisk’s lithium pitches tarnished stitching amethyst hydrangeas’ hieroglyphic*
Onyx lozenge column tawny
*I stand still within the stillness and find little salvation; [only silence]*

*The tinge obsidian rivulets rosemary tinting slither ribboning lindens prism photosynthesis*
Gin scintillating paint oasis

Variegated beige pages shading maelstrom chrome
Anvils bangled camomile eyes kaleidoscope geysers ivory lilac
The sunsetting edifice glyph whisked crystal twisted hickory
Spinning cattle and sheep

Into threaded needle, spun,

Warped through luminous root blooms
Kneaded into clay mountains
*Cognac tapestries brass lapises

Alabasters blacknesses waxing wanes

[Rays braiding in beige constellations

Basin grey transmogrification]*
*Moon blooms centrifuging cumulus

Abyssal thickets whisking lithium*
*Blotches’ gouache cottontail azaleas

Halos unfolding pale golden swollen corona*
*Onyx laundry in the wind gin

Scintillated ray paisleys sway shapelessness’s hieroglyphics*
The spiral of a tornado;

The latticed tapestry of a hurricane pinpricks its way through this mosaicked city; shapeshifting

Polycrystalline paving pages waving creation


Close lines unwinding pine trees beneath seas beacons
Hurricane alfredo pulls undulating

Variegate paint oasis shapelessness
Shedding nebulas poinsettia

Thread leathers reverend of Armageddon
Ebony reddening sunsetting feathering

Webs tendrils of nethers entrails maelstroms
Leaden tenebrous oceans frescoed

Rosaries golden topazes

Lavenders rinsed labyrinthine
Fleece trapezing terpsichorean

Graffiti Eden peeling empyrean murals
[Nickel hickories lithium pixie

Photosynthesis drifting sickle mistral]
Viscus eclipses stitching quicksand

Patterns lavender amaranth branches
Variegated oasis painted lace

Constellations created shapeless gaping
[Pomegranate labyrinths slathering

Avalon’s zigzagging avalanche anchored sanctuaries]
Torn into accordion gorges

Phantasmagoria fleury orchestras form

Orchards carving tar arboretums

Streamless greenery peeling turpentine
Bending assemblage hallucinogenic

Reddish nebula dove ruddy budding
Colour jungle jacaranda transmogrifications

Space immolating wasteland chrysanthemum
Umbral tumbleweed phoenixes

Speleothems blending unending nether Serengeti
Gardens harbour polymers infernos

Coronas golden void Sol polaroid coin
Foliage stygian prisms photosynthesis

Glyph ricochet pavement cents
Empty penitentiaries flare barricading suede

marmalade glades emblazoned
Jasmine phantom ambergris

Hydrangeas pit sycamores into metaphor
Flannel channels unravel Babel

Saturns’ tan blank lamp amplified

Geyser eyes transmogrified
Through phosphorescent depths

Sepulchred earth churning

Fermented sentences
Descending into momentum fentanyl

Pretzel entrails pale azaleas
Maelstroms dungeons of thunderstorm

Orbit amorphous torchlit abyss
[Crystal nickelled thistles Styx

Whispering tin tinged syringes]
Rhythmic symphonies spring up

From rusting custard percussion
Clouds disemboweled bough

Enamel cowled flowering galleries tower
Unhinged obsidian sun deconstructed

Lustre pustules pull osmosis
Eidolons’ comatose oceans frescoed

Golden smouldering fringe continuously
Poltergeist ichor kaleidoscope

Cloaks vorpal uncorked porcelain portrait
Orchids metamorphosis stitches

Pitch bricks hieroglyphics whisking cliffsides
Divided kaleidoscope roping opals

Frescoing tenebrous ocean lotuses
Fortresses crepuscular tress crescents’

Etch thresholds primordial

Orchards terraforming coral temporal florins
Camomile lilac gelatinous blackness

Aspens unwrapped thunderclap sharpnel
Baptized in pine horizons

Transmogrified eye formaldehyde knives
Geyser cypress the blotchy

Nocturne churns urban furniture
Outstretching pestilences’ methods

Essence zephyrs purr burgundy bourbon
Tourniquets’ twist into blooming

Centrifuging yews fuselage bridging
Lindens incendiary parachute

Tomb cumulus musical ruby doubloons
[Permeating shape aether

Baking wasteland glaciers curtains serpentine]
Snowflake opaque plaited

Lacquers’ furnace burning curtains birch
Lamplit’s eclipse shackled

Echoes psychosis unfolding gold coiling
Shapelessness Icarus surfing hurricanes

Sol corduroy turquoise oars
Wavy pages’ facing oasis

Discombobulating weightlessness abyssal viscous
Shifting bangled sands ambrosial

Reddened gem totem molten
Lozenge polymerization quake

Lake acreage linen tinge cinnamon
Herculean steeple reaching

Equilibrium skim withering ballerina clouds
Mountaineering gears peer

Into indigo rivers shivering images
[Imprisoned within gin photosynthesis

Linden vicinity pincushion bushes]
Bethels’ breath of Nephilim

Untrimmed tinge rivulets outstretching
Streams of kneaded helix

Serpentine leaves’ syllabus seas
Trees’ terpsichorean peeling

Speleothem led edge tenebrous

Ghost milquetoast yolk oaks kaleidoscope

Opium dystopian smoke stroke

Uncorking cornucopia floating metamorphosis
Sprig rigging anonymity euclidian ridge linen brigands whittling withered schism obsidian river

Caliginous ribbon, wind ivies photosynthesized sky
Formaldehyde wine transmogrified spiralling caramelized fibrous papaya cauterizing lime

Horizon subdividing vinyl ties yolk metamorphosis
[Warps torches orchid amorphous porcelain quartz corked portraits]
Metempsychosis’s brushstrokes opal

Tokens topazes gladiolus incorporeal kaleidoscopes
Absinthe splintered winters of abstracts wax alabaster blackness

Peridot blotchy gouache Cocytus

Nocturnes’ phosphorus blossoming

Arrases mockingbird churn
Earthy turpentine greenery weaving congeal

Cathedral Eden’s bleached pinwheels

Ethers beacon steeple bleached

Leaf dawn constellation
Paradisiacal vinyl eyes wildfire kaleidoscope Gaia’s twine papyrus
Lithium pitch hieroglyphic Styx obelisk whisk monolithic shapeshifting wisp polycrystalline
I can’t stop what you began
So I just [sit (back) and] watch [the world fall (into jigsaws of memory)]
It’s as simple as that
Just that simple, [I once listened to stagnant cacophony, but (now I only know that really,]
This place is deaf[incarnate, barren (of life)]
There is no purpose, in here
No beauty, here
I watch the sun rise, and fall
Like the tide
Or a flag
Like an empire [(corroded, rusting in)to the

({Shallow/empty/swallowing}) sea (of sins)]
And I have nothing {else/left} to say
To you
[But {this(is)/goodbye}]
Because
I can’t stop what you began
Only {watch/listen}
As the world sings another song to the deaf, 

And those who have no intention of listening
As the reverberation echoes

Through a cable of iron, twisted into chord
Guitars chardonnay, greyed

Polymerizations face discombobulated stasises defibrillating
Channels of static commercial

Vessels swim through radio-wave ear canals
As the garden withers away in {its/dull} blissful ignorance
*As worlds collapse like broken waves

Suede against rusted rocks outcropping [gouache] shorelines [pines]*
As the river flows like an electric current
As the fish swim through lucidity
As an apple rots from its core [inside]-out
*As the heavens churn Damascus

Cloud into unrecognizable shapes*
*Unhinged prisons of undulating beige constellations*
*[Twisting, pulling away from the

(Tie-dyeing vacancy of the) shore(line)s]*
As the puppets curse their strings
As the {birds/angel[s]}’ wings are clipped
Like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone
Like hanging from a broken {string/swing/cross}
Like the frame of a second bent into {picture/scripture}
Into neon
Into {homunculus/homonym/horizontal-hue}
Like a second sun [dangled there]

Above the shadow city
*A hall graffitis murals of mending

Mediocre {memory/melody} melded

Parhelion chiffons auburn patterns

Patchworks’ cardiovascular*
*Masquerading jade haloes rosemary

Cerise sheets terpsichorean peach*
*Across the velvety skies of clouds

And stars down into the ditch of Styx’s parthenogenesis*
*Bark escarpments tarp carpet*
*Lapis grasses collapsing tapestry

Glass tap aspens gelatinously alabasters

Rorschach’s asphalt fractal malt

Summersaulting salting electroconvulsive

Salsas calcified eyed ivory horizon,

Formaldehyde Gaia pine photosynthesizing*
*Tarnished glyph pitch eclipse*
Clouds unravel flowery enamels

Disembowel doused in amalgam
*Abstract daffodil vermillion capillary

Gilding quilting milky silken green

Trees’ leaf peachy steeples pillowy

Soliloquy cerulean guillotine*
*Psychedelic melodies’ evangelical

Meadow gold ambrosia haloes corona*
*Bangled hydrangeas’ sand labyrinth

Amber chandeliers, flame germanium

Waves frayed pages polymerization glades’ constellations*
*Bottomless andromeda carved

Arteries leaf ecru sun-bleached ether*
*Sol embroiders smouldering florin mornings

Chlorophyll gilded silhouettes stretch into linden prisms

Exfoliating paint variegate lakes*
*Gouache nocturne blossoming arras docks copper hemlock sakuras*
*Sulphur balsam[ic]*
(Just Take My Wallet, By Jack Stauber:)
“What's the softest way to say”
“You took away my friend, my buddy?”
“What's the kindest way to say”
“You took away my friend?”
“What's the kindest way to say”
“You took away my friend, my buddy?”
“What's the kindest way to say”
{There/it/life} {is/makes/means}

{No/little/null} [difference to me;]

{Salvation/in-its-meaning,-now/anymore}
You hate to entertain yourself,

To bring some meaning to nothing,

[{And/to} (its) meaninglessness;

(Which is) your ({only/true}) salvation]
There is no answer
And in my eyes I {saw/drafted} a sightless shepherd, roaming the hills of oblivion, [lost]
*Praying for a {lost/sacrificial} lamb [eaten by the shaded forest (as if one in dancing)]*
*Together in the depths etching crepuscular nectarine leprosy*
{And/looking} {finding/for} his absolution

[At the end of the crossroads of

Nothing, and no {one/where}
*Under the pointing finger[s] of

[({Flaking/oak}) alabaster] trees*
*And the token sun, waxing,

And waning into crescent moons*
*[(Umbral doves ruddying smothered

Covers of thunderclap shrapnel)]*
*A [({red/grey}) {rusted/iron}]

Door {[unhinged]/reopens}*
*Gathering dust beneath the moons

Like any [{other/crystalline/uncut}] jewel*

Seeing only his [lost] flock; {somewhere/there} around the bend of a river
Among murders of crows like {black/whitish} check[er]ed flags
See this is all there is here for you emptiness loneliness, freedom, reason[ing]. Chaos
*Betrayal, purpose{ful/less} brutality led by endless sorrow, anger, regret & resentment*
[(Knowing nothing) {and/(no one/)]little} else
*Like a shadow of your past, hiding from the pestilent sun, drawn out into a long figure of

Emaciated childhood[s], still, just sitting still, there, alone, waiting untouched unspoken to taken

Fading away into the dark arch carpet parchment darkness cartilage escarpments*
*Somewhere at the precipice of defeat*
*Like a monkey reaching for the moon, [unable to settle for its reflection on the stills waters]*
We settle for the unattainable
Mother of this earth
*Eye of the tornado; peering out beyond the frescoed stretch of horizon*
There is no {movement-(of)/love} for you
“War is cruelty. There is no use trying to {reform(or)/deny} it.

The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over." - William Tecumseh Sherman
(Apocalypse Now, Colonel Kurtz:)
“I watched a snail crawl along the edge

Of a straight razor. This is my dream;

This is my nightmare. Crawling,

Slithering, along the edge

Of a straight razor, and surviving.”
This is all I know, I fight for nothing,

For no one, but my own satisfaction
(Forest, By System Of A Down:)
“Why can't you see”
“That you are my child?”
[No] better, [no] worse
*And we were all brothers once; {dandelion[s]/leaves} furled [budding wildly] {on/in} a

{Garden/field/meadow/forest/clearing/tree}*
A soldier stalking through the forest battlefield at night, unable to comprehend [a madness within

The truth he couldn’t ever grasp (or gather)]; his own death
Wounded, tortured
Under the budding sun[flower gowns ravels]
Like a butchered sheep
The taste of {iron/blood} in his parched mouth
Cursing his lost shepherd
*Wandering through an {empty/inferno/forest-fire}

Farmhouse of memories [

Tenebrous entrails gaze mosaics

(Paisleys pages oasis maelstroms

Paintings everglade tawny

Bronze dawn transmogrification)]*
*Stumbling [forward]; through a

[Dull] dream; forgotten and alone*
*Cursing, hating [(the heavens above him)

{Everything/everyone} and], {no-one/nothing}*
+*Dying for {nothing/triviality},

{And/for} no one*+
I watch the trees’ as they move together in a slow wind
I can’t stop
What you began; [there’s something wrong with me, isn’t there? I came to hear the wisp of

Music, gathering in the clouds amalgamated]
The sun is setting

Watch it with me
As the wind blows
As the moon {sleeps/sweeps} {in/through} a desolate sky
As the drummer plays
As the {crown/curtain} falls
In a nebulous orchestra
Dark becomes light and light becomes dark,

Such is the constant motion of stillness

Born from the eyes of kaleidoscope photosynthesized 
*The constant cycle continues

Through cruel endlessness*
*Good and evil is simply

A human concept not so unlike*
The gesture of form
Points at the centre; the nothing,

[The void in our empty hearts, ticking, like time bombs]

Until everything becomes still frame
Becomes ambiguous, vague, hazy,

Shadows that can only

Be seen in the light
*Tries to [re]interpret itself as something

Still {real/useful/meaningful}
Shapes something from torched amorphous forking cork metamorphosis
Even the greatest evils done against me

Once were not beastly or ugly, inhuman or cruel,

Only ignorant, but even in the worst

Dismal moments of this life

They were beautiful as a rising sun,

Or a white rose Sol pandemoniums

Exfoliating face shapelessness
The kaleidoscope rope of an opal

Topaz jazz patterns chasm

Ravel Avalon dawn mausoleum
Green onomatopoeia
Erasing transmogrification
Dawn’s constellation
I must go forward, hence I fall behind and {look/turn} back at every[thing I left behind], each

Discarded memory on a hill that I have been climbing in my mind for the past decade
*[Even if my legs are {tired/lead}]*
(The Hollow Men, By T S Eliot:)
“Shape without form, shade without colour,”
“Paralysed force”
There is no other way {now/and} there never really was
Waking up from the slumber of dull anemoia
(Just Take My Wallet, By Jack Stauber:)
“Good times are singing”
“They sang, they sang”
“Those times are echoing through me”
“Through me”
*[A new wound in an empty heart

That beats (drum magazines like) bodies into the dirts]*
Remembering a nothingness,

I sit in bed and wait for some

True salvation to save me

From my delusions of death, my distant dream dance daunting the despair of dough

Defibrillation’s lace
*Distilled dyes dripping down

Dried divulging decrepit dilapidations’

Dim dialects direction deceptive

Digital depths drench descending*
Alone in [the spiral of] my nightmare, carrying on
(the day you killed yourself, By xójira:)
“How could you leave me here all alone?”

“How could you leave me here all alone!”
At the waking moment of indecisiveness,

Like a flock of crows
Dispersing into memory
I knew hope; once
The day you killed yourself for me,

For us, for tomorrow; I metamorphosed
Into something greater than death, bigger than life
*Like a bald eagle dangling

From the [golden colour-twisted]

{Branch/crown} of a conifer*
*Hovering above the black and

White bowels enamel unraveling flowers*
*Icarus flying above the clouds,

Reaching for the empty sun,

Grasping waxed photographs*
Touching nothing, foolish worthless,

Warped into melodies of melancholy metamorphosis
Disemboweled of happiness; I push {on/past}
Dilapidated tapestries of shrapnel

Pretzeled temples, magenta penitentiaries 
Chapels’ unwrapping rapids backward

Glass pastel yellow parhelion
Dawn’s crawlspace [roared (righteously)]

At the throat of the world twisted in its saxophone noise
Detached from the ceiling [helix sea] peeled back in blackness like an unborn astronauts’
[Gloss knotting copper phosphorus

Blotches mossy hemlock sakura]
*Intertwining violet’s kaleidoscope

Yolk irises photosynthesizing unwinding Gaia*
*Gouaches chalk blossoming

Colossus cross colliding spiderweb denim*
In the resin of nether heaven
Sunsetting Armageddon
Flower petal settle metallurgy
Lotus photographs blackest alabaster

Brass gelatinous capsized leviathan
Tempted by old memories
Baptized in spiralling wine

Hieroglyph lithium twisting pixelation
Painting fabrication laced

Variegated oasis’s transmogrification shapelessness’s whiskey
Neon lager camouflaging August bliss whisk onyxes cistern
Leatherback anathema shroud

Valleys towel bough disemboweled amalgamated wafered gates
Blending assemblage
Hallucinogenic hemorrhage
All of which {were/are} {ignorant/arrogant} dreams
All of which
{Were/are} {ignorant/arrogant} dreams
*I’m sorry*
*I can’t stop what you began*
*And I wouldn’t [want it (to end)] for [all] the world*
*You are long gone*
*The sun is setting [now hidden by the cloud trees]*
*[Can you see it?]*
*I am still here*
Do not hate me
The world continues on without you; brother
*Couldn’t [really] care [(that much) less]

One [(dumb)] way or another,

[{Now(could-it)/(you)-see}?]*

{So/neither} do I
Time goes on regardless;

It has no no meaning, love, no mercy to share, only memories
And madness will not save you; only drown you[r mind]
(Exit Music (For A Film), By Radiohead:)
“You can laugh a spineless laugh”
“We hope your rules and wisdom choke you”
“We hope your rules and wisdom {choke-you/die}”
Like a piece of chalk etched on an abstracts blackboard
Disappearing [back] into the black [erasure]
Of that incandescent night
Evolving into {different/meaningless} shapes
Like a {padded/prison} cell [of stars (embers bending unendlessly)]
*Thread embedded tendrils’ red edifices

Oily magnolias embroidered Sol’s pandemoniums 
*Unfolding golden corona frescoing

Polaroid recoiling corduroy void*
[(Into the {mildew/meadow} of your ivory tie-dyed eyes)]
Somewhere {lost/drowned} in the {river/[Styx]}
*Reaching out and realizing that heaven is [still] too far away [from me]*
I could wait a million years and still not {be/come} any closer
*Cursing, hating [(loathing even; the reddish heavens above me thundering out to) everything

And], no one*
Echoing with the sound of silence
Etched into the dried grass of a cellos yellow meadow; exfoliating gold Sol’s embroidering
Drenched into the abstract efflorescent sun
Decaying into {the/ethereal} {dirt/air/love/tie}
{Dying/like} {on/a} {that/passing} {hill/cloud}
I could wait forever
This [is true, (this,)] and only this
(Yakuza 5:) “[That] one day this fragile happiness will shatter”
+*Forgotten in the breeze*+
*{Withering/blooming}; like a dandelion seed to the wind*
(Youngest Daughter By Superheaven:)
*”It's useless, I tried, but to no avail”*

To save you from your insanities
+*The past is much too far away [to even-(know {or/to}) {remember/reach/grasp} now brother] And so are you*+
This, and only this; this one dilapidation, this flower, [pulling at {its/the} {petals/roots/fabric} (Until forever)] is all I know
[This, and] little else; [(like the setting sun)]
{Loving/love-is} [loneliness]-only [in] the end[it-hurts-so-horribly(selfishly)/caring-for-nothing]

Yet-still-it{says/stays/hypnotizes/manipulates/lies-to-me/remains-untrue-unfaithful/means-little}
[I-can’t-seem-to-feel-a-thing]-
I don’t want {to/it} [anymore]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

17. Irredemption’s Precipice [The Final {Poem/Chapter/Sunset}]

Bloated sugarcoated brushstroke

Yolk token catacombs chrome cork

Rusts constructed musculature

Percussions’ erupting tufts of nothingness

Lotus crochets pages oasis paisleys

Aegises amalgamated gate transmogrifications rays

Floral laurels sequin sprigs of

Bridging prism [onyx] linden photosynthesis

Fabric static avalanching branches

Cognacs black fractal abstract dilapidated alabaster Damascus

pastel envelopes parhelion dawn
Stitching eclipses abyss Styx

Etch depthless decrepit echoes

Over tenebrous yellow swell

Meadows {mold/pull} undiluted fog discombobulated
[Pitch Icarus glyph lithium

Obsidian spindling river ribboning]
Plastered rapids chapels gelatinous

Glasses masquerading jade haloes
Railroading chthonian totem

Apotheosis oak token broken ocean
Frescoed pull ambrosial crow gold polaroids

Embroidering exfoliate creating variegations
[Hades rays’ mosaicked braiding

Himalayas calcifying eyes kaleidoscope

Rope unopened cornucopia

Orangey corneas phantasmagoria]
Ivory polymerizing forests’ gorging

Fleury ore porcelain amorphous

Torch mash gaseously pastel

Melding yellowing cowling evangelical petals
Sickling nickelled conifers

Twisting Sanskrits amber flannel hydrangeas
Pine colliding waves undulating

Paisleys leaf bleaching terpsichorean

Weaving inebriating painted dilapidated suede bays asphyxiated
Pixelated frayed edge of a nebula

Tenebrous apotheosis, ghosts’ ocean
Honeycomb peonies rosary golden

Exfoliate smouldering exodus

Lavenders jagged ravels jasmines entangled spangling pandemonium
[Laurels furling into pandemonium’s peonies folding embroidering oily magnolias torching

Portraits pretzeled emptiness

Pit photosynthesis abyss]
Styx crystalline hieroglyphic

Amber Sanskrit viscus Elysian phoenix
Peeling back lovecraftian daffodils

Rapids [baptized tides lactose eye grafted shrapnel]

Of daphnes weaving green [seas]
Asphodel yellow parhelion dawn [to soak in a schism of colours rusting plain into sewage drain]

Andromeda onyx bronze hecatonchires
[Caramel enveloping parasol

Melding ghetto Sol primordial coals]
Dandelion hydrangeas tarnished

Glyph pitch Icarus’s stitching lithium
[Velvety metallurgy eldritch eclipse

Whispers sickled liquid asphyxiation]
Oak token apotheosis zephyrs

Precipice sits shapeshifting eucalyptuses,

Bristling nickels thistle hibiscuses

Tides ivories kaleidoscopes yolk
Strokes of roping cornucopia

Exfoliated lace shapelessness[es] amidst chrysalis cisterns
[Blistered mithril gilded bougainvillea

Mildew rouge centrifuging petunia]
Forests corridor fleury oars phantasmagoria

Gorges orange floral horn’s ivy pyres

Unwind geysers fibrous colliding

Spirals metamorphosed eye
[Irises twine hydras of incandescent

Exorcist resurrecting restlessness]
Carmine pines formaldehyde wyvern

Churns hurricane variegated jade
Paradisiacal binary violet skyscraper

Vapour wrapped in satin black

Alabaster Damascus rapids of

Dilapidation painting waves of

Rays everglade grey palisade oasis polymerization
Jasper astronauts gouache phosphorescent

Crescents etching bethels’ depths
[Interstellar emerald disheveled umbrellas

Of  metal petals ravel towelling disembowelling]
[Coin foliage embroidered stygian

Amygdala drawing tawny obelisks]
Stretching effigy sketches vesicular

Chalked nocturne hemlock blotches
[Hurricane frayed pages variegated

Tornado fables golden corona]
Clouds amalgamation creating gates

Flaking shapelessness; glyph precipitation
[Fringe lindens at the breath of the precipice

Nectars (outstretched hand jamming fingers into riverbed)

Etch incandescent frescoed eroding

Sol convulsing beacon green dodecahedron]
Beacon ether sheets’ terpsichorean

Congeal phoenixes twisted eclipses
Weaving empyrean columns

Revolving cowls balsam cauldron sulphur
Boughs of alleyways [beacon peeking beneath the disembowelling cloud amalgam flower]

Fading nto trees uproot juniper
Concretes leaf steeples terpsichorean

Reach equilibrium’s prism imprisoning

Infinities dim unhinged from the

Jaws collage eyes fibrous transmogrified

Into bloom centrifuging hues
Budding ruddied sunlights ichor

Deciphering lichen cypress tress
Tsunamis’ camouflage mahoganies

Drawing andromeda constellations painted acreages
Acrylic gilding silks quilted

Silhouettes swept crepuscular rusted lustrous custard
The lemon wedge moon juiced

Into a stretch of speckled droplet

Coppered sakura aquas’ sky,

Colliding spiral irises twine formaldehyde
[Tie-dye kaleidoscope roping

Gold polaroids chlorophyll gilded vermillion]
Pillowed acrylics wilderness

Abyss nickelling hieroglyphics Styx asphyxiated
Origami transmogrified unwinding

Paralyzed paradisiacally trident’s

Tendrils [emerald gems of magenta’s] emptinesses
Branches’ anchor sanctuary

Beneath sequin wreathe terpsichorean beacons
Turpentine vinyl formaldehyde

Kaleidoscope smoky opal stroking topaz
Spiralling tides unwinding

Photosynthesizing rhinestone rose corona’s totem
Hydrangeas eclipse tarnishing

Carve marble arboretum phoenix leaf
Reflecting crepuscular etch

Stretched vessel sepulchre’s knotted nectar
Apotheosis yolk roping metempsychosis

Oak metamorphosing tinge obsidian
[Imprisoning infinite in linden tree

Sleeve leaf eden terpsichorean weavings]
Omniscient twisting abyssal

Hibiscuses wisp stitching tarnished glyph
[Lithium pitch shapeshifter

Crystalline image ribboning linen rivulet]
Hydrangeas eclipsed blister

Viscus nickelled whisking amethyst adrift
Mithril gilded golden embroidered

Sol coiling folded corona
Reflections’ effigies seas seamstress

Cistern curdling bourbon firmament
Precipices ricochet beige rays faded suedes 

Decaying pages fraying glade

Serrated grey plait variegated shapeless

Face assemblage constellations

Lace braid onyx bronze gauze

Column auburn volumes psalm transmogrification
Phantasmagorical chlorophyll gilded

Pillows cerulean spilling sigil vermilion
Flowering medallions cowling

Disemboweled gowns valleys towel

Amalgamated acreages misshapen

Willows acrylic swill bougainvilleas
Kaleidoscopes smoking tokens

Opalescence crescents etched sketching incandescences
Clouding amalgam shallows’

Disemboweling flowers valleys’

Enamel gowns boughs towel
Variegated shapeless snaking oasis

Stitches hieroglyphics pitched

Lithium Styx crystalline lacing

Constellations painted ray mosaicked

Onyx bronzing andromedas transmogrification
Tawny lager camouflaging halogens

Reddish assemblage sunsetting nebula
Ebony tenebrous tendrils golden

Embroidery corona coiling corduroy foliage smouldering
Forests accordion metamorphosis

Uncorked orchards cyanide wine vinyl
Burrowing curls stitching Nyx

Shapelessness cisterns whiskey

Viscus eucalyptuses’ sickle
Mithrils capillaries swilling whittled gibberish glyphs eclipsing lithium
Swirling unfurling nickelled Styx

Pitch twists’ conifer Styx’s crystalline [(litter) caliginous]

Hieroglyph hibiscus shapeshifting

Riptide lilac molasses glassed

Aspens assemblage twined photosynthesized
Iris kaleidoscope tornadoes halo

Embroiders coiling oily portraits
Orifices metamorphosis torching

Chlorophyll gilded silver willows sigil
Helix abyss cathedral mixing

Photosynthesis amidst cliffside heineken
Coins exfoliate glacial manifestation

Greying painted aether constellations
Quarters’ gorge phantasmagoria

Chlorophyll orange swivelling tinge lindens 
Saffron comet andromeda onyx

Camouflage tawny dawn’s constellation
Glacial lace bronze blond

Transmogrification acreage gilded acrylic
Silvered pillars swivelling quilted

Amaryllises distilling sigils chiselled
Maple napalm swan-song auburn

Charcoals champagne mulberry greens

Serpentine kneaded leaves trees bleed onomatopoeias
Weaving phoenix eclipse synthetic threaded

Prosthetic Armageddon tenebrous Sol

Golds exfoliating paint crawling

Fogs [divulging balsam] polymerization
[Crawling through the bloom of a full moons ruby illumination]
*Carmine fibre transmogrified kaleidoscope

Hydrangeas amethyst tarnished hibiscuses*
Lotus apotheosis frozen oceans’

Fresco gold exfoliating paintings
Shapelessnesses bliss bottomlessly

Stitched abyss hieroglyphic

Lithium cistern crystalline mixing

Twisters pixelated gate painting

Oasis wastelands amethyst

Flannel chrysanthemums [tangerine seams]
Jasmine banners topaz lanterns

Lavendered chasm labyrinth amaranth
Variegated maples undulated rose

Ambrosia oceans frescoed corona
Exfoliating nature’s creation glacier

Acreage rhythm sprigging prisms
Riggings fig trees disfiguring

Photosynthesis linden spindling

Crimson linen tinge obsidian 

Splintering scintillating sculpting

Salsa pulse sulphurs electroconvulsive

Penultimate malt altering pulps

Of carpeting red parthenogenesis
Depths nectar sepulchres bethels

Outstretch etching mecca zephyr
Frescoed echoes coated golden

Embroiders corduroy magnolias exfoliating folding Sol’s
Rosaries canary wisteria paraphernalia

Tear alstroemerias variegated snaking shoe lace
Amalgamated shapes glaze over

Supernova swimming timber vinegar
Lazarus eclipse tarnishes

Hieroglyphic whisk Sanskrit shapeshifter

Whiskey viscus’ lithium pitch cliffs’ amethyst hydrangeas

Wilting gild silver silhouettes sigil whittled photosynthesis
Fishing in lithium discs’ of abyssal sycamore mistrals drizzling pillowy vinyl kaleidoscopes
[Barbed-wire pyres asylum violet ivories tide formaldehydes binary climbing into pestilent

Symphony brink sinking blank chrysanthemums]
Smoking yolk tokens oaken uncorking forest quartz metamorphosis
Golden embroidered foliage bridge spindling rhythmic dim photosynthesis
Bronzing andromeda mitochondria’s blonds’ lozenge dawn’s camouflage
Coins embroidered golden foliages corduroy void polaroid coiling
Sprouting evangelical bells melancholy onyx maelstrom’s braided halo photograph jasper

18. Applause

“There’s something wrong with

{Me/him/them}, isn’t there?”
I never knew the [slight(est)] difference [between]
You or me
*Us or them*
One word, or another
Black or white
Up or down
[Only] this, this
[Is] all
I know
{Perhaps/brother}
The only thing {I’ve/I’ll} ever know[n]
The hands of God came together to clap an existence from nothing
And everyone watched as the scenes unfolded like a dandelion [spotlighting a (dull) grey night]
*Shaded black alabaster fractals*
*Rotting {lucidity/lucidly} into a {second/setting} sun*
*Trees weaving terpsichorean seamstresses ginsengs scintillating linens photosynthesis*
Glistening pitch hieroglyphics mithril twisting lithium shapeshifting nickel Styx precipitation
Lotus apotheosis
Igneous conifers shapeshifting

Glyphs twists viscus crystalline liquid
Mixing twisted photosynthesis

Hieroglyphics depths etch nectar effigies mechanized eye
Quartz orchards torch amorphous

Porcelain [oars] ochre brushstrokes yolk
*Decaying defibrillation lacing faces

Greying constellations’ haloes rose corona oranges*
*Jade bouquet masquerading braided

Grain mosaicked pages variegated

Oasis shaping gates of maples pull

Golds embroidering Sol forge

Metamorphosis orb moor phantasmagorical*
Gorges cornea fleury forest torrents

Entrails haloes magenta’s tempest

Empty ascension  penitentiary,

Denims threads reddish ebbing

Lemon’d wedges venomous parthenogenesis
Spreading its seeds like a plague across the theatres
Two hands meet, crushing a red apple into

[A] {[paste({of/a})]/[fermenting]symphony}
There is no knowledge
No serpent, this time
*Bright engulf{ed/ing} in darkness*
The {notes[&]/scripts} unravel into one act
As end becomes beginning
And beginning becomes end
As the show continues
Killing the sacrificial lamb that gave it life
Playing with an intermission sculpted in my hands;
Silence sounds like sickness [light; shadow]
Clean, unfiltered, undulating noise
You couldn’t catch it
Much less hear it
It was mine to begin with
Mine in the end
Everything else was somewhere in the middle
And it will be
Simply because it must
There was no [other] choice [only this truth]
Only falsehood
False perfections
Prized, praised for how {closely/farther} they {are/look} {apart/alike}, like horseshoes
The farther, the closer
There is no difference to me
I {am/hate} [them] both
{Neither/[both]} black
{Nor/and} white
{They/and-God} {have/has} {no/little} space
*Or purpose*
For {me/us/this}
{For/this} imperfection
*We all hide behind a curtain of sorts*
*To live*
*To die*
*On {a/this} {grand/great} stage*
*Acting like some{thing/one} else[‘s shadow]*
*I don’t want to [brother,] anymore [please]*
(Quote From Xenoblade Chronicles 3, by Zed:)
“Pleasures and sorrows, meetings”

“And partings, their roots are the same”
“Tolerance of existence is at the heart of them all”
“You shall find there is no such thing as luxury in this world”
“Everything buds from but a single thought”
“That you yourself are here…is proof definite thereof”
*“You need not understand”*
*“You can simply remain as you are… that is enough”*
*There is {no/a} difference*
*Only the impotence, imputation, impulse,*

*Imitation of believing that*

There is one end to begin with*
*This humanity, this freedom,

*This cruelty [&(worse)]*
*The [ignorant] naivety[,] to [accept it]*

*[Or to] {be[its]/judge}*

19. Eaten (By The World)

I got eaten by the world
One {and/by} one {and/by} only one
A cutout of a mountain frayed by the late afternoon air
The taste of a sunrise in my empty stomach
The clocktowers of tornadoes

Stitching into a nook in my evergreen flesh
Cemeteries of stars pop like hot air balloons
Ground between cloud teeth

And sizzling at the roof of a mouth
A thick paste of dust dissipating

Into motion, nothingness
Still they might tell you they were whole once
Black whole
They might tell you that

The heavens could have

Graced them with everything

But the universe itself
Sliding into the gullet of a dog eat sun world
Without ever asking why
As the eclipsed star stares like a blind eye

[Blinking in and out of consciousnesses]

Into infinity[‘s red, green, and yellow ink stoplight]
As the comets burn into memory
As the cold wind blows on Pluto
I know there is a way
I know there is[n’t] a way
Still, I am here
Looking for something other

Than myself [(down duvets)

Among the primordial dash

Of (dank drifting) daisies, dandelion, (tie-dyed) daffodils]
Looking for something amidst the nothingness
And now
I see you
And I smile
Because there was no [other] choice; but to smile
And get eaten by the world
[Sweet dreams]
[Bad nostalgia, (and all the same,

Bright as a supernova,

Slowly spilling, and dying out)]
Like all the others
And you will carry {on/through} because you must
There is no choice
Only a waiting
Each [one {lone(r)/wallflower}] faces [it] alone
Slipping through the cracks

{Of-a-juniper/on-{a/the}-fingertip}
Dandelions split and withered

Disfigured ate away at the

Corduroy of a velvety teared sky
Still the black canvas of pinpricks

Kept their [(red) stitched over]

Eyes open and watched
As the medallion rusts and peaks

Deep into below the horizon

Of fibres like a red flag for
The Matador God sidestepped by the bull of creation [watercolour dove smothering bud]
*A [red] hot air balloon disappearing into the heavens*
*A basketball {traveling/swivelling/dancing}

Through [the] court[‘s defence]

To land a slam dunk on a horizon*
*And we dance madly in the colourless rain*
We watch as the world forgets us; [y]our

[Pitiful bland & uninspired]name[s] {&/as} we laugh
{Bathing/battered}in the laughter

Of the past wheezing into tomorrow
*[Abandoned and forgotten like

A casual conversation, or a newspaper

Given flight by the wind, pouring

Past picturesque polaroid pockmarked

Perfection plastered plastic pliant

Postcard portraits porcelain

Orchards amorphous quarters

Fleury Ouroboros moor

Metamorphosis, corridors phantasmagoria]*
*The typical ins and outs of budded

Life[see] their [ice] cold glances preparing for winter*
There was something there, [though] wasn’t {it/there}
Something beautiful
In a hidden memory; [fringing lindens singing crimson]

Buried in the rocks of a celestial hike
Tugging at the heartstrings like

Scarves of a colourful forest
I [could] have walked through

A thousandth times standing

Stillborn at the end of a-diving

Board; [flipping over capsized

Into the black lakes of jasper

Rorschach jade rays shading

lapis aspens assemblages

Gauzing drawn in mahoganies

Cardiovascular brass castaway

Damascus elastics tapestries masquerades]
I could have pulled from the

Lungs of the dirt an inside-out

Rose roaring into the concretes
*To give to you [some forms

Of (madness or) salvation *
*A [red] hot air balloon

Disappearing into the heavens*
*A basketball {traveling/swivelling/dancing}

Through [the] court[‘s defence]

To land a slam dunk on a horizon*
*Jungles scraping at the[ir] wound in the skies;

Crushed into incense abscess of a blue eyes

Subdividing kaleidoscopes roping

Autumns’ bottomless abyss

Uncorked [mortis] metamorphosing*
Gutted of everything inside but

The sound of silence; cascading into the cracks of a dawn
I have lived through the highest

Highs and the lowest lows [the incomplete turn of century]
Everests depths parthenogenesis’s

Tempest wrestling caress[es pestilent evanescences]
Frozen into the cliffside desert

Of the depths of my iron heart
Ripe enough to take a bite out of

And spit an apple tree through

The mouths of the gutters
Somewhere in the attic & crawlspaces

Of my clouded mind dime

Xylophone Sol exfoliating
Dilapidated evaporated clay mosaic

Delving yellows envelope

Swelling parhelions comets
*An orchard of family trees

Withering into the summer afternoon*
Sprouting velvet melancholy

Hallways braids suedes pages

Formulaic glades oxygenating

Daisies ray of mazes parade

Aegises greyed polymerization

Shaping amalgamated laced onyx

Blonde bonsai dawns bay transmogrification
And I can still remember you
Bleached into the colour of an iridescent sky
The way I saw you, [(lost,) at first]
Beaten into the shrapnel of my heart

Like a blacksmith of [the] eclipse
Sharpening my words like a sword

They were never meant to be
And I wonder, {sometimes/now}
Is this how it works
Dying out [as] fire to embrace ember only to fizzle out
And never love anything but ourselves?
Is it freedom? Loneliness?
Or something else entirely?
Pushed into the black gravel like a drop[let] of mud
Is this what you would have wanted?
To be eaten by th{e/is} world?
*And all their angry mouths open[ing up]

Like a wildfire?[to{see/sing}

Your {amalgamation/vilification} (bearing its own fruit)]
(Anonymous Quote:)
“It’s ok to {only/[never]} save”

“One person in your [entire] life”
“{It’s-ok/even-if} if that [one]”

“Person is [only] you[rself]”
Or something born again in the [dull

(Rust{ed/ing} dilapidated)] shape of you

[(Born to stillness images of

Monochromes bent out of shapes

Crumbling to dus{t/k} percussion reconstructed)]
*The frame of a sentence behind bars

A low coded prison of words

Waiting in a long line for the period that comes {after/at-the-end-of} {their-story/it-all}*
As the cells subdivide and the nights revolve around a ceiling fan, nook and cranny minds

*{Like/in} a shattered [rearview] mirror [or a split photograph (both here and not, here)]*
[Whatever remains (of it);] carried by the{wind/rain}
To someplace far away [lost capsizing in the empty]{home/form}of a memory, [like a grey

{Sea/cloud} of butterflies returning home {in/to}

The eyes of the sunset together

After dim dark winter, rising like a rouge wave

Against the amethysts orangish [shores and]

Formaldehyde lights [tie-]dyeing horizons
*Kaleidoscopes of opal roped yolk

In the oak ribboning slithering spiralled of open waves*
{Here/smiling} somewhere in the distance
We are still {smiling/here[(even)-now] like the sound of stillness the whistle of the grasses the Empty of the sun writing itself back into {dirt/sand} beautiful fleeting and)}
[(Brilliant)] getting eaten by the world

20. (Rafflesia) Butterfly Web

Can you [not] tell me [{what[or]/who} I am, (brother)?]
No, no, [({love/I/we} {was/am/were})]

{Never/only/not} [{that/so/this}] far
Away
And [{yet/still}] you hate, to know love
To gain; to lose
To live, to die
Crystal absinthe photosynthesis

Hieroglyphs stitched Styx Nihilistic lithium
[Ribboned linen crimson lindens

Incendiaries wisteria fairy marionette]
Amethyst hydrangeas bangled

Disentangled Amrita, [phoenix stitched]

Congealing helix cathedrals
Dandelion twine kaleidoscope

Vinyl asylums’ behind sunrising eyes
Formaldehyde tides paradisiacally

Spiralling Gaia’s lilac black Rorschach
Rapids glass tapestries gelatinous

Capsizing horizons cauterize violet
Corneas’ metamorphosing orchids

Porcelain torch amorphous orchards contorting stroke
choirs of cyanide caramelized transmogrified vine
Golden tornadoes maelstrom corona molten oceans frescoing rosaries
Fleury purgatories chlorophyll gilded willows vermilion sigils acrylic
Budding sunflower gowns amalgam ravelled cowling enamel valleys towelling malleablely boughs brown malachite Babel disembowelling
Stretching nectar orchestral vessels’ bethels etching tempestuous zephyr echoing crests’  emptiness blotch gouache’s phosphorescent
Cardiovascular masquerades frayed shades  pages everglades rays variegated acreages bridging

Lakes vaporous bays shapelessnesses
Creating matrixes tarnished glyphs

Eclipsing Styx nickelled sickle
Mithril crystal shapeshifting

Monolith twister scripture Sanskrit pitch
Sculpting electroconvulsive sulphuric

Salsas parchments escarpments’ arches carpeting
Quarters forests metamorphosis

Incorporeal oak token smoky opal
Topaz labyrinth lavenders

Branch avalanche chrysanthemums jasmine patterns
To see[k some (form of)]

{Beauty/[meaning]/enlightenments/[(renaissance)]}

From [the ({true/dull/cruel})]

Unassuming {ugliness[of]/[chaos(&)]/darkness[es’/(rhythm)]}
We make ourselves human [from a wanting,

Not knowing any better than ourselves we, a dream of salvation (that will never come; the final

Drop of rain in a desert of souls exfoliating into shape)]
Photosynthesizing vinyl eyed kaleidoscopes’

Yolk token bronze onyx [dawn tawny column gondola drawn spiralling irises tie-dye wind]

Transmogrified bibles [spindling scintillations]
Ramshackle Damascus Rorschachs’ jaspers alabaster rapids’ gelatinous fractal abstract gaseous

Gardens marmalade vertebrae fray grey abstentions of tinged singed labyrinthine fringe
Imprisoning trim lindens incendiary plumeria linens ravels’ fabric lavender flannel Avalons dawn Into auburn camouflaging constellation
(Dai the Flu, By Deftones:)
“I always wondered {why/what} it takes, 15 stitches {and/of} a soft parody”
(Walk On Vanity Ruins, By Akira Yamaoka:)
“Truth and lies”
“Life and death”
“A game of turning white [in]to black”
“And black [in]to white”
(So Now?, By Charles Bukowski:)
“Each faces it alone”
We can only love in equal amounts of {hate/hatred}
Everyday {eats/eating} itself inside-out
Buds blooming into a crescent moon; under the {sanguine/sinking/syncopating/sour[dough]} sun
Again, again, and again
Rising cauterized into scintillations paintings variegate mosaic shapelessness braid oasis
The sheer detestable audacity [of it, (of this {strange/foul} madness)]
It’s enough to make a[{ny]-(one)/man} sick
Yet still, here we are, dying, so slowly, so very beautifully
Like a setting sun swallowing in the widened grin of a vacant moon mouth the omen eyes tornadoes haloes of golden ore phantasmagorical
Tie-dye tides’ kaleidoscope rope [doves smothering sunlight white black Damascus gas sashes]

Opalescent crescent efflorescent depths
Embroidering coiling corduroy

Foliage gilding sigil whittling chisel
Congealing speleothem cathedral

Helix twist hieroglyph Sanskrit eclipsing
[Heavens assemblage gauze

Auburn bronze constellation acreage tinge]
Firmament print rivulet images

Painting gate centrifuging jewelry

Chrome peons’ exfoliate clay

Marionettes outstretched zephyrs

Tress sketch hemlock gouache

Etch meshing zest spectres

Vesicular manifests’ incandescence
(Lonely Day, By System Of A Down:)
“And if you go, I wanna go with you”
“And if you die, I wanna die with you”
“[I’ll] take {your/my} hand {and/or} walk away”
*Lost in the parading parody

Of a grand bleak {jury-of-a/cruel/false[ly]} desensitized world*
Can you hear me? [Crucified somewhere down deep between the noise; the (weaving seas

Beaded leaves ebbing tenebrous ghost) ephemeral {screaming/cacophonous}

{Liberty/exhilarations} of empty decibels etch fuming outstretching into depth’s lead resin

Threads incandescent mechanism

Dammed canopies wreath

Dim rivers amidst the silence,

Swimming through the void

Their (still) eyes open(ing) in the mud;

Where the green grass watched

From the shoreline like a dead

Man, singing gospels to those

Born dumbfounded without

Ears or gods, (religion, or

Belief, deaf families of words

In a long line hiding under,

Between the crevices in the

Sheets and papers of their madness,

Their stories like a single page

Gliding through the infinite

Corridors of a mind lost in the dark;

Or a house in the woods burning

In muffling silence; reaching

Out into the grey {clouds/smoke}

With black ink and white noise,

Anchored in the solemn solitude

Of a billion hands;

Wrapped in gauze like a soldier hit by a mine,

Or a child swallowed whole by tank treads,

Or a word caught between

The jaws of false victory, no victory,

And I walk lucidly through

The banner into the symphony

Of the blind night without

Question, feeling my way

Through the great pointlessness

Of it all, unable to accept

Fact isn’t fiction, as the earth turns,

God-willing, as the fruit ripened

Will rot one day on its vine,

As the flower withers into nothing

{But/more-then} a memory,

As the end signifies a beginning,

As the clouds watch you and the

Endless pull of a ravenous sky,

Crumpling into centrifuging tides

Of shapes lace acreage folding

Pages misshapen drape constellation

Amalgamated;)] I’m sorry
For this
The pointlessness of it; the beauty of it, [the brilliance(, the {vulgarity/savagery})]
*Of this*
Enough
To kill anything
To destroy anyone
[Without rhyme or reason without (

One blind eye of) law or chaos

(Staring into semiconscious {this/our/shadowed/knotting-effigy}

Endless abysses’ of {white/black/grey/stripes})]
Even {after-all/as}the pain in

{The/this} world is pumping, filtering,

Flowing through my {senile-senses/varicose-veins} [{time/god}]
I [still] {can’t/cannot} seem to

{Love-you/feel-a-thing-[for-you]/forgive}

{[Like-I-used-to/now/this-suffering]}
*Forever, or anymore*
And yet; I find [there is] no [{other/true} (love or)] answer
Canoeing through the [centrifuging kahlua’s blooming plumes of oozed] lacuna [balloons

Chartreuse illuminating this paint shapeshifting glyph]
[Pits glistening tinge photosynthesizing Gaia twine dandelion hydra formaldehyde violets]
[Caesuras fluid incongruent lucidly crucibles maroon ludicrous abyss]
As the world fell like a {deck/castle} of cards
To hell and back [between oak fingertips of]
Tangled branches {buried/deep}{in/beneath} the sand
Wandering alone
[Born from abstract stillness]
[Leaves settle in oblivion]
*Petals metal trellis umbrella

Yellowish glyph pitch precipitation*
*My poetry is the trees flowing,

Moving, shifting in the wind*
*My poetry is the ground that pulls up

[Gulfs’ mauve mush malts molten

Muddy marshes’] daffodils {for/from} an empty hand*
*My poetry is the oceans and lakes

[And deep rivers] where souls

[Seek] refuge in the dark and dim*
*And the clouds and the forests

And the [chrome grey] cities

[Bustle,] and [burst with majesty for]

The [{fresco/depth/sketching/mornings’/mosaic} of] rain*
*My poetry is, {and/so}*
I am {still-here/alive}
Listening
To irreconciliation
To incomprehension
To pandemonium
To the last in a long series of tuneless notes
*Echoing through the {black(ish)/white} halls {mad-with/of} nothingness*
What {can/would} {I/you/they} say?
You wouldn’t get it
(Rain, By Charles Bukowski:)
“{He/I/we} came to hear the music”
(Level 306 Backrooms, By Lancelot Chen:)
“I never existed, you imagined me”
Among the black curtain
From the trumpet’s roar of nothingness

Sung tenebrous nebula paraselene
“[Y]our mind[s]

{Shatter[ing,]/splits,-like-an-atom[s-apple-rotting]}

Into a million pieces”
All lost
“When you arrived here, I’m just one of them”
“Wake up”
I[’ll] pick up every [single] {one/[dull]-shard-[of-mirror]}
Just so I can see you again
“Fear not, open your eyes and follow the [dull] light”
“Welcome, to a new world”
[Somewhere in the swivelling flags of a (long) radio static river]
Commercial channels churning butter brass’
Electric currents through yellowed ear canal
Bending curves of light
Between the lines on an empty page
The iris of your kaleidoscope eye;

Like green tornadoes acrylic

Existence scrawled across vacant

Walls polymerizing tide transmogrification 
Grasses fractal pastures rapture

Rapid glass capsized caramelize
Meteoric contorted forests

Metamorphosing gorges floral orbit vortex
[Twisted into description alliteration

Painting creation grey acres]
Now it’s time to go to sleep
Sink lower, deeper
Down beneath the {bedrock/bottom}

Of [null yolked] salvation[ism]
Into the still image madness; [of] another [{naked/grey}] morning
{Or/the/[lazy]} afternoon
Of a fallen sun
{[Somewhere/(spiralling/down,)]/far[(ther/than)]} beyond the [shadowing] threshold of light
*Where the dim spark of a soul is a universe in [and of] itself*
Existence; another empty page
Somewhere abandoned and forgotten,

Caught between the lines
*[(The sickness, the murals {to/of}

Null, {the/a} tie-dyed crossfire)]*
Waiting to be {written/painted}

{With/in} a {token/ochre} of {colour/words}
Brushed into every crevices of clouded skies
To dance like a butterfly in your web
This is your world, brother
This is {who/[or]what} I really am; a monarch butterfly
Traveling through the tunnel vision of a pupil
Split like a prison cell subdividing into a body of words; fringing in between light and darkness

[Stories in the flight of a staircase]
So now; [live, (to) be (free; to feel the sun on your {skin/back}) like a ghost black shadow]
And make something of {me/you/it}; dare to {dream/drink} your[self] {new[self]/dry}

Forevermore
I will stumble over the gravestones of {song/memories} [down between the bars of a page free in

The labyrinths of your creations]
And {listen/remember}
As the walls come {crashing/tumbling} down
As the poet sleeps through midnight, waking
{To/in} [the] fanfare {of/in} silence;

[The (yew luminary obsidians rhythmic

Spiralling linens Spindled)

Withering form of the sun,

(Spun thundering) watching, {

Waiting/immortal/sitting-among-the-(red-egg-yolk-of)-stars}]
Blotches hemlock apotheosis

Bloated ocean gladiolus molten token
Porcelains torch amorphous forests

Corneas phantasmagoric metamorphosed

Cork lotus orchards florally orbiting

coronas ambrosias bottomless

Autumns bronzing transmogrified
Crystalline nickelling lithium pitches

Stitched hieroglyphic asphyxiation

Pages contagious aethers rays ricocheting

Glades faded haze eyes’ formaldehydes

Subdividing papyruses’ vines

Spiral unwinding Gaia photosynthesized 
Cradling itself like a newborn {world/palette}
Like cracks in {pavement/paradise}
Hunched over and cross-legged growing old
Fleeting like a dandelion in the summer heat
I wish you could have been there [to watch]
*Me, as all things come to an end*
*And {come-around/begin} again*
{But/[regardless,} even if only in {a-memory[of]/memories}]
I am still here
Listening; shackled in silence
Waiting {for-you/to-watch-the-sunrise[with-{you/me}]}
*Before the flowers [{(dis)continue/cease} to] bloom*
*And the birds sing*
*As the leaves decay into [multiple different] colours [

Like small crunching continents

(To go step on one at a time)]*
*As the trees hum*
*And the world; fragile,

{Never-turns-itself-dizzy/forgets-itself,-a-child} {

Again/forever}*
And shuts its eye with a final

{Note/tear/blink/word/memory/wink}
Forgetting us all [at the

{Sharp-end-of-the-road/grey-road’s end}]
With little more than false promise{s/d-lands}
To keep us pious [{or/and} wandering blindly]
*Through a haunted maze [called life]*
*With one eye {open[another]/closed}*
*Acting like we’ve seen it all [acting like we {knew/know} (the difference)]*
*Lost, found, [future, past; (buried alive, torn apart, afraid and frayed, putting together)]*
*Enlightened by darkness; blinded by lights*
*Hell, heaven [without Nirvana’s emptiness, without Samsara’s cycle]*
*High in the[ir] depths*
*{Beneath/or/without} anything [else], at all*
But a dull silence
Leaving nothing behind
*[But the nihilistic absence of] photographs*
[Waiting for you]
*A world of cacophony*
*In this hidden love this surrendering of self*
*You need only*
[To] {listen/hear-it}
The sound of silence
An echo of an echo; reaching out into rapids of dilapidated sunlight
Slipping down below the horizon
Like a forgotten {memory/anemoia}
Burying the light deep within
The corpse [flower] of [the] morning [greens budding]
*Knitted pitch eucalyptus kissing sycamores gorges orangish corridors fleury accordions’ tinging

Labyrinthine linden crimson rhythmic gin linen ribboning brim disfiguring fingertips hickory

Styx whisking onyx pitches blistering hieroglyphic crystalline twisted photosynthesis*

Onyx precipitation painting oasis

Mosaicked braiding haloes golden
Embroidered chlorophylls

Gilded [cerulean pillowy swiveling]

Silhouetting sigils chiseled vermilion
*Shapeless blissful lithium glitched

Flickering mithril viscus hibiscuses*
Suede polymerization glade Himalayas

Rays shade marmalade fraying pages undulating
No, no [love was]
Never {that/so} far away
And [{yet/still}] you hate, to know love
To gain; to lose
To live, to die
Like shadows playing on the walls
In the black light
I am still here
Sitting in a dream
If only in a [dead (man’s)] memory
Watching the final sunrise
*Falling like a tear from the thousandth eyes of God*
*Into an ocean of permanent night*
I {thought/suppose} I loved you
Once
*Now I feel nothing but the cold

Wind of your passing glance*
[Dancing like a butterfly caught in grey web]
I’m sorry
Time moves forward, but [I am still here,

Eye blindly watching, waiting

(For the end of {the/this} world)]
*I suppose I still haven’t given up

[(On) the dulled pain of] yesterday[’s

{Joys/sun}] for tomorrow[’s {sorrow/rain}]*
*Even if only in a dream*
*I still remember [{it/you},

(Something dearly beautiful)]*
*I still remember*
*What it mean{s/t} to {be/me}*
*I still love you*
*Somewhere in the bombshell of this heart*
*Rusted by the rain*
*Even though it hurts’ to face the truth of my mosaic of madness*
*Picking up the pieces of your flower petals*
*With only these memories [left to placate myself with, here I am]*
*Loving {nothing[and]/no-one}[only] myself*
*I hope[d] to find {the/an} answer

[{To-the-question/in-this}]*
*When there [really] is none;

[{Only/but} a reality I couldn’t accept*
*Still blooming into {stars/embers}*
Like dandelion seeds on a wind of madness
That [will] never {stop/stopped/} flowing

Until the flower is left bare; & dry as a bone
In a graveyard of forgotten mementos

Pulled from moments trapped

In time like rafflesias
And {yet/here} I am
*Still [barely] awake [waiting], to watch the lonely sunrise*
*With you*
Unable to tell [the] weeds from [the] flowers
Or the flowers from my ignorance
Or my ignorance from the [ever loving] night
{Just/like} a flower petal [never touching the ground]
*I slowly watch as you finally leave me [for the dry wind and dead grass of another (eye one

Blind non)existence]*
*Drowning into one death; [stitched together (within it a nothingness pure as black snow)]*

(the day you killed yourself, By Xojira:)

“How could you leave me here all alone?”
*Slowly [dreaming of these

Currents of times battering

My castaway mind my

Prison cells ebbing nebulously

Eclipses drip resins tether

Ebony lead leathery

Reddened parthenogenesis]
*Drift[ing] away into [the still

And {unending/utter}] {sunset/silence}*
*And the {unceasing/unnecessary}

[Riptides colliding rhinestone bending cemetary]

{Serenity/[the]clos{e/ing}-[off]}*
*Flipping through the pages*
*Of anothers [{naked/empty/grey}] morning*

21. Cadenza (Asphodel Meadows)

(Silent Hill 2 Remake:)
“Oh how we danced”
“Arms flailing, our bodies”
“In perfect synchrony”
“And the music played”
“But in any dance”
“There comes a time”
“One must take the lead”
“And the music got louder”
“And louder”
“Pounding”
“Piercing”

“And then”
“Silence”
Neither here nor there
We sit on the balcony and watch

As the cars pass below
Somewhere beyond the

Second hand clocks
Time kneels with its head

In its hands-kneading-dough-into-bread in the corner of an old bookstore
Reads between the lines

[Drawing blood] on an old man’s face
Working its way through midnight,

The new moon that pours itself

Into the mirror of the lake like a rusted {steel/iron} {window/cup}
In an abandoned town on a silent hill lying in the empty corridor of a faded mirage mazed-moors

In the distance, the sound of footsteps-swallowed-in-the-fullness-of-nostalgia

Still ringing like a [church] bell

{Among/in} {the/my} {stones/ears}
I watch as the stillness swallows

Itself whole and inside-out;

[Spits out its image morphed

Into a black and white portraits’ amorphous]
Look as the sleepy monarch

Butterflies hover half dead

Over dilapidated dandelions of ivory
The clouds over walk the horizon

And run on scattering across {the/pavement}

Mosaic of a city street made

Jags bare and broken; [false, finite]
There was a hole here; its gone now
And everyone else is [,too]
Neither here nor there

Still, the trees wait to shed their tears; small moths cocoons from a droplet of Damascus-decayed
And now I find myself at the end of the road
Once we played in these woods
Do you-even remember?-the-placidity-of-it-all?

I was there with you and Michael, left hiking through mud when we lost our way, our thick boots

Slick sifting through muck within the confines of that nostalgic ramshackle place

Rivers of pride running deep within the trees-the-Warcry-of-[a]-{beating/broken}-heart[s]
It must have been hours before we came out-fringing-out-free-and-onto-warping-metamorphosis

The other side, and our parents, angry-self-justified,-entangled-in-the-shadows

Or still with eyes full of tears,-{and/[buzzing]like}-{cicadas[or]/[c**k]roaches}

Told us to never leave their gaze again-the-buzzing-colony-of-wasps
*Behind the cocoon of childhood,-hiding-within-the-pointless-maddening-of-youths’-sickness

Caterpillar need no sanctuary,-cushioned-by-the-hive-of-cities-under-Morningstar-sky

Life is their sanctuaries, & yet,

All must dissolve into an

Oozing mess to become a butterfly,

Taking all the good parts and

Cleansing the bad until something

New is born for a second time,-nigredo-to-albedo,-then-citrinitas-and-rubedo

Fragilely abstracted, this ballooning

Of a body traded for wings*
The years that have passed are twenty-three and I still remember, my eyes wide, still open-veiled

[Looking for a salvation that died then-(as-if-only-the-dial-tone-of-a-childhood-never-answered)]
Watching as the warped frame of a maple wither{s/ed} into static; the glass sun greyed
Like the old box of our televisions staring back [at me (filled with fear and resentment, mocking

Me with {raging/glaring} faces)]
As if I knew, as if I cared [to know]
What-would-you have you done {with/to} me?
The once children we were are [long] gone now; [lost between (plastered gelatinously)

Alabaster walls-yesterday]
Somewhere beyond the hill
But I still climb mountains
Just to see {your/the-earth’s} face
There is a madness you cannot know

Until you have seen beyond the curtain
A coldness that could swallow you;

An open hand conducting

Symphonies [of blackness]
{Beckoning/becoming} the sound of silence;

Even now I hear you humming your anemoia
Stillness, abscess, void
As-if only I could see

{Your-face[flushed-again]/[&]remember}
Climbing over mountains of

{Memory/mirrors/mornings[&]/men}
Sitting in the darkness without any need of light
Flipping through the pages

{With/of} greyed out {photographs/magazines}
Still trying to piece something together from that nothing, [that empty-that-I-am]
[Just] dry wind, [and] dead grass
Fleeting images {tattered/taken[in]}and little else [abstract pattern lavender flannel vase cowl

Paisley tornados maelstrom golden ore exfoliating painted oasis variegated shapes’ pasted

Acreage acrylics wildernesses abyss

Crystalline discs liquid glyph photosynthesis]
The guise of a solidifying horizon

Gaia twine vines iris kaleidoscope token
Formaldehyde vinyl dandelion

Hybrid spirals’ violet ivory

Stitch conifer picturesque

Lithium onyx mandalas

Camouflaging constellations

Assemblages a bronze fog

Lager bottomless bliss cisterns

Wicker whiskey liquor hickories

Bibles lilac black interlace

[Rays] transmogrification

[Grass like braided blades fray]
Garnet carpeted escarpment

Hallucinogenic nebulas reddened ebonies parthenogenesis
Greens terpsichorean phoenixes

Paraselene tree leaves seamstress-monolith

Eclipse glyph lithium
Castaways pages glazing amputating

Greys flaying fringed obsidian
Screaming through the mouth of a sewer grate; gurgling into July and August showers

Singing from the porch of childhood

That by all means [should] no longer exist[s]
Waiting [crosslegged, (death-bound)]

In the dark, [the light a

Promised land we fools will never reach]
[Lost {for/in}] {some/a} time neither here nor there]
Waiting just beyond the river
Somewhere down at the bottom of my heart-I-could-have-died,-I-should-have-died-but-I-didn’t
(Quote of Mary, From Silent Hill 2 Remake:)
“[&] so I wait. Wrapped in my”

“Cocoon of {pain/misery/anger} and loneliness [without ever saying sorry]
“I know I’ve done a terrible thing to you”
*“I wish I could change that, but I can’t, I feel so pathetic and ugly laying here”*
*And yet [I find no true {answer/peace[or]/purpose}

To believe in, no God, {to/no} love,

(Nothing,) but {myself/despair}]*
*I {might/want-to} ask you*
(For Jane, By Charles Bukowski:)
“Is this how it works?”
“In this room the hours of love still make shadows”
“What you were will not happen again”
“The tigers have found me, [born dead man that I {am/have-become}] and [I find] I do not care” [Not for myself not for this warping prison this {blan{k/d}/blanketing} infinite metamorphosis]

*There’s something wrong with him,

Isn’t there? [The ({asphodel/dandelion}) man]

Standing{there/alone}in the-middle-of-the

Night in the rain, does he know?*
*{No/I/we} {one/came/vow}

{Would/to/always} {miss/hear/to}

{Him/the/make}

{Would-they/music/him-suffer}but-it-wasn’t-me-who-closed-the-door,-just-look-at-you,-now

[Forgetting,-such is the {role[&]/reality}

Of a man with no love, no grace]-you-wouldn’t-let-me-be;-and-so
Suffocating, drowning alone[in-this-world-that-wouldn’t-let-me-live-again;-hidden-in-between]

Under a spitting black shadow without

[(Colour,) ever seeing] a [single faint]

Light to speak of; swimming

Eye through the {foggy/void} of another[s] cruel morning
There is no meaning if you cannot find it
There is no hope for those who-are-born{hopeless[ly]/lost}caught in a blind cesspool of-despair
&-nostalgia, it is a trap for the flies; like a buzzing light or a nectar sweet
It claims [to fill] your heart [but does nearly nothing to {nurture/nourish} it, a rose(bed) made of

Thorns-see-its-unbreakable-bonds-will-tie-you-down,-will-keep-you-chained-forgotten-&-alone]
And yet everything it says {is/are} {beautiful/lies} or the very least, {imitation/forgery/gone}
The fleeting remnants of a false-dream
Wake from this old world of perfection that doesn’t exist, from love that must wither stillborn

It is much better to-learn-to swim

Through an ocean of madness

Then be sane enough to love a drop of

{That-which/what} isn’t there,-let-me-go-[home,-the(glass)stars-have-(already)-fallen(behind)]

A single missing red {rosepetal/piece} in an

Orchard of quartz amorphous porcelain ore
It-is-much-better-to-live

With an {empty/broken} heart than

To-die-rejected by all you’ve ever known
Is-the-butterfly-[(always)-{to-blame/responsible}-for]

The-death-of the caterpillar,

Or are the-butterfly-and

Caterpillar [one-and-the-same, (cruel, lullabies-born-from-the-stains-of-time-all-yellow-&-red)?]
[Both,-a forming-of-life-and-deaths’

{Coin flip/innocence/playful/communal}? (A[n]) {exodus/gamble/ignorance/vengeance}

{Tumbling/unwinding}down-to-the-bottom-of-{existences/decay}
Merely-the-same?-to-feel-like-shadow
Neither black, nor white-a-tired-apparition-called-a-dream-tattered-&-worn-into-scarecrows-eyes
Shifting through these empty & subtle greys like a memory of sunlights[eyeing] at oceans depths
[Or] buried [beneath trilling] {in/to}-the-deep-overcast-voice-drowned-out-from sound of silence

I-had-no-choice[in-the-first-place(the-fall-is-coming,-hush-brother-{sleep,/can-you-not-see-it?})]

[Can-you-not-feel?As-the-colour-peels-from-the-page-leaving-only-memory,-do-you-not-know?]

Somewhere-along-the-path-through-that-forest-lost-in-the-music-of-silence-and-stillness-singing

[(And)lost-in-that(godforsaken)place(a-mirror-to-this-reality,-in-which-somehow)]I-am-still-here

[(Still{me/worthless/dead}spreading-the-seeds-of-my-undoing-blossoming-across-a-red-throat)]

And-singing[until-laughter(deafens-the-cauliflower-ear-like-a-dandelion-in-old-varicosed-veins)]

Spreads-its-petals-in-the-dark-reaching-for-a-salvation-that-will-never-come-only-dead-nostalgia

Clinging-to-a-madness-that-left-like-the-stars-before-morning-dull-embers-rejected-by-the pyres

Suns-eclipsed-by-the-moon-beautiful,-immortal,-temporary,-and-gone-like-the-summertime-heat

Subjugated-by-the-dry-wind,-and-dead-grass,-to-the-four-{horsemen/riders}-to-the-trumpeter-&

The-last-of-a-series-of-notes-[for-deaf-musicians-&-blind-artists-numb-passion-and-cold-angers]

Sucking-up-the-[radioactive]-dust-of[a-bombshell-blinded-and-pulsating-heart-called]-tomorrow

(H. By Tool:) “I-could-have-{cried/died}-[then,]-I-should-have-{cried/died}-[then]”

“As-the-walls-come-down-and,-as-I-look-in-your-eyes,-my-fear-begins-to-fade,-recalling-all-of The-times,-I-have-died,-and-will-die,-It's-all-right”

“I-don't-mind”
“I-don't-mind”dandelion[as-if-I-could-forget-the-setting-sun-(&-not-even-know)-one-day,-I-will]
“I-don't-mind”-There’s-something-wrong-with-me,-isn’t-there?-I-couldn’t-tell-the-difference-bro

No,-there-[never]-was-{a/no}-{choice[or]/difference}[in-the-first-place]only-a-silent-static-echo

Forgotten-somewhere-at-the-bottom-of-it-all[my-shadow-outstretched-like-the-hands-of-a-clock]

[Or-the-fingers-of-mountains-reaching-out-to-the-light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel-extinguished-all]

From-long-before-the-need-to-see-through-darkness-the-beacon-of-a-moon-high-above-my-head

[From-empty-road-that-twists-and-turns-like-a-snake-in-grass-or-a-naked-river-flowing-through] [Pale-halo-blanketing-sacrosanct-a-banquet-of-voices-muttering-the-sound-of-torture-in-my-ear]

[I-am-still-dreaming-of-the-world-that-left-me-to-die,-wanting-(for-all)the-warmth-(that-god-&)]

[It{couldn’t/wouldn’t/cannot}-{give/offer/bring}-me(as-yet,-for-all-my-words;-it-does-not-care)]


© 2025 R.J Calzonetti


Author's Note

R.J Calzonetti
Most of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only the ( ) brackets, or ( ) and [ ], or ( ) [ ] and { }, or all these mentioned brackets including < >, or these brackets all the way up to >( )<, and finally, up to - - or -< ->. There are other symbols I use, like “=” or “+” as well, or even other symbols, these are for parts of the poem that are least important, and may be skipped more easily. It must be in this order though if you wish to read some of the brackets. Obviously the more brackets you read, the longer my poems will be. The purpose of this is simply to allow leniency in how long or short you want the read to be. The lines in grey are particularly optional. This is not a way to ruin art in order to string in more readers, nor am I doubting a reader's capabilities to understand, or even how much they're willing to read. It is much more something where I simply do not know whether I consider these extra words be the core, and see them in a sense of not entirely understanding whether I consider them "canon", as they often change the flow of the piece, for better or worse, when or when not they are included. In a way, making it a completely different poem, as is their intention in a way, to add more, and to sculpt words differently. Think of these added brackets and words as the fat of the piece, rather than the bones.

Read in the order you please.

I should also mention my newer poems use slashes "/" and brackets around those slashes { / }

This basically means that you can either read that line with the words on the left of the slash only, the words on the right of the slash only, or, rarely, a combination, or all three. It's a situational thing, that can bring freshness to a poem you've read before, and gives me the chance to have multiple ways of writing a poem instead of just 1.

Finally, all works I reference have {an/the} artist and work mentioned, with a line through them like this which, will be followed or after a line in parentheses, “like this” You won’t find these in all my works, just my newer ones. Within the quote, I will often add to it. Those additions to the quote will be within some brackets of some sort, and make the quote a mix between two voices, mine, and the quote’s original writer.

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R.J Calzonetti

Burlington, Halton, Canada



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