Selected Short Poems

This is a collection of poems I've wrote over the past 4 years. They aren't in chronological order nor in order of preference. Most are unstructured or free-style. The final installment is a set of lyrics I worked up. Most importantly, enjoy.

Decent of Majesty

 

Such is the decent of majesty.
My feral whispers in your ear delude us both with sweet seduction.
Colored by a night of passion.
Cruel is the life blood of the evening,
and crueler still is the hope which neither can afford.
Such is the decent of majesty.
We go our seperate ways,
Live our serparate lives
in our seperate worlds.
What injustice has been marred by transcending reality?
Our future is but a dream convoluted by the waking mind.

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Mortality

Why does death become us so?
Did we not have another place to go?
Did we not have a choice in the matter?
Would it be nice if our insides didn't splatter?
Time time time
Why is nothing ever enough?
Our mortality floats on an infinite sea.
Swallowed by excuses we call destiny.
Our fate is death, as time would have it.
Together we fade, welcoming the great tragedy.

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The Seventy-ninth Time

 

Oh paradise in a crime of passion.
Was it you or was it myself that brought me to this.
The first strike was for you, but seventy-eight were for me.
A scarlet world within every droplet emanates the scence.
I was lost in the crimson madness, and it coated my expression.
So much dripping to the floor, mingling with tears, with that passion. 
Oh that paradise, to feel so much despair is an experience unto itself.
A scarlet world within every droplet emanates the scene.
I lost myself between anger and anguish, pulled apart by reason.
And then I stab for the seventy-ninth time.

 

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Hitchiking

 

Here you will find me,
nestled on the side of the road,
drifting carelessly across the country side.
Pasedena or Bust.  I really don't care.
If your headed my way, why not?
We'll part after miles, and I'll be that much closer to my discontent.
There's a difference between the nice and the generous.
Sometimes neither is enough to point you in the right direction,
and you're let walking along the highway of life while everyone else passes you by.
We've all got a cardboard sign, you've just got to slow down enough to read it,
and maybe we are headed toward the same destination, of course, you won't be with my company.
Hitchiking the long mile, my cardboard sign is faded and torn, an epitaph to my aimless vision of grandeur on the other side of the pike, where none would take me.

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Suicide Rally

 

I've slipped into senescence.
The dreams are wont yet wavering.
My epiphany, my misery
a menace to society-
what was I supposed to be?
They taught me that I couldn't fly.
And herded me to my demise.
Complacent till the day I die.
I'm sick of all the pills.

The world is turning.
I feel like I might fall off.
I feel like I'm spinning-
in the wrong direction.
perhaps I should make
an attitude adjustment
or just take prosac.
I'm sick of all the pills.

What good is killing-
when it's for fun?
What good is suicide-
when it can't be undone?
I'm sick of all the pills.

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All the king's horses and all the king's men

 

My mind has fallen
off the wall of simple sobriety.
Dementia has taken root between the fragments,
Cut and pasted loss of witt and cohesiveness.
All the kings horses and all the kings men
couldn't put my mind back together again.
All that's left is to question why I fell,
and pick up the pieces.

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Tremble child

 

To the waters, whence they came,
The shimmering reflection cast a thousand millenia
of triumph and determination,
 yet death was theirs to claim.
Ebbing softly as lips parted upon the surface
Born of men, yet beast of burden.
They came to draw their last in shame.
enemy of men again, sworn to live a martyr in vain
The demons dance upon their watery grave.
To the waters, whence they came.

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Date Rape

 

Haha, I'm so bold and daring.
I'll do these things to keep you staring-
longingly into my eyes and soul.
I want you to believe in my all.
Challenge my ways and enrich  my mind,
and cherish my inoccent approach.
I'll strip your thoughts,
rape your dreams,
bring the pain,
and I will make you suffer.

 

My name will be synonymous with death.
And there you will be to share in my occassion;
however trifling or monumentous.
Come under my dark wings, child.
My touch is cold but my breath is warm.
Fall into my emrace so I can torture your religion
revealing my method of mayhem
forver tormenting your immortal soul
hardening you heart with unbearable clamor.
Surrendor to my decieving intentions.
I will make you suffer.

 

You thought I was your friend,
but now your memory is mine to rend assunder
choked by invisible hands groping in the darkness
You're losing faith in everyone.
and putting faith in no one.
I will make you suffer.

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Motivation

 

I am the broken man.
I am the man with the broken plan,
and this hand of mine won't go to challenge
the ailments of my broken mind.
So never waiver and decieve,
or motivate me to believe
that helping others will help myself.
I know the way,
but I travel the longest mile.
I am the man with the broken smile.

 

 

Knockout Kid

 

You've lost something,
church kid.
You made me feel outcast,
church kid.
You really only set yourself apart.
You really only wanted to feel special.
Was it self esteem or a way of thinking?
You have hope, but no destination.
You have prayer and no one to listen.
You are the knockout kid.

Though your intentions are well hidden.
I can see inside you.
Don't you even know you're talking to yourself?
Don't you even know that you're lying to yourself?
Hypocrite of the mind.
Self interest with an agenda.
What of altruism? 

 

You make me feel angry,
chuch kid.
Because you won't listen,
church kid.
You're lost, and you can't find me.
Swimming in your sea of longing.
you'll never find the righteous path,
and that light will be forever outside your grasp.
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Fear

 

Quiet, soft, pervasive I try
but violence beckoned me to lie.
Dispelled by inhibition, thoughts of raputre.
You had no soul worthy of capture.
So I cut you, I cut myself.
And in the end I was only being self-important.
I let my mind wander through fantasy, distortion
But why did I have to be so malicious?
Were my intentions always suspicious?
I think from the beginning I held that notion.
Something sinister I put into motion.
Oh yes, surely I was satisfied by the lie.
If only you didn't take it so seriously and sigh-
a single breath.  Sometimes I wish  you would die.
Sometimes, but not always. 
There's still so many days-
left to try and find new methods to your suffering,
After all, it is your immortal death that I silently bring-
and I'm not so willing to give it up in some one night stand.
I've enjoyed myself too much with your life on a thread, your life in my hand.
Quiet, soft, and pervasive.
You had no soul to give.
But I took anyway.
And I'll countinue to take all that remains inside.
You can't stay and fight, you can't run and hide-from your shadow.
I know your fear.
I am your fear.
Quiet, soft, and pervasive.

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Dwellers of Darkness

 

The dark room,
a place for my pictures,
Outside light,
exposes their flaws, their weakness.
My mind is a dark room,
here, I develope my own images.
Of what, I can't say,
though I've nothing to hide.
Not a scar too deep,
or entrails spilling to the floor.
No, I'm too used to the sobriety of the darkness.
The light exposes my weakness.

(In the beginning God said, "Let there be light," and he ruined a really nice photo.)

 

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CLAIRvoiyance

 

By any chance have we met before?

I remember you so clearly from my dreams.

You killed me softly, and quietly I went into the dark.

They say you die in real life if you die in your dream before you wake up.

A part of me did die, it was forgotten with the dream.

When our eyes meet, I remember the past and present; I know the future.

Do I want this future, this gift of clairvoyance you bestow upon me?

You killed me once, if even in a dream.

And I fear the lonliness of the dark.

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The Antediluvian

 

I drowned with the ancients.
Those more than man, the Nephilim,
I danced upon that watery grave.
Traversing with that ageless endeavor,
being both my own god and devil,
the center of my macrocosmos.
Universal sufferage is incommunicable.
So I won't offer you my hand.
I'll build my tower of Babel, here and now,
and I will be one of those whom had no fear of god,
the antediluvian.

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The Darkest Hour

 

Disappear
Into the night
the neverending abyss.
the empty thoughts
the stark hallows
the void in mind's eye
Neural misfire,
neurotic backfire
quantum vivisection
nothingness in grey matter
when all dreams are deserted
I'll see you in my nightmares.
During the darkest hour
Then comes the dawn.

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The Shameless

 

Underneath the nightstand
I silently scream.
The shameless.
The shameless.
The shameless don't hear me.
The shameless don't fear me.
My epitaph, my epiphany
the shameless course through me,
though I dare not comprimise my integrity
as I promenade with false sincerity.

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Phantasmagoria

 

The soft cracking of bony fingers
creaping corpses in the closet
water dripping from a faucet?
shadows dancing epileptic scatter-shot
daring to fall asleep or not
still, the thought lingers

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Wherewithal

 

Wherewithal
Where within
Disrupted interrupter

Look in the walls,
Beneath the basement,
burried in the garden,
even in the refrigerator
in tupperware that's saved for later
trophies spread across the mantle
a coat of skin hanging in the closet
the life styles of the homicidal

Murder!  Murder!
Surely the outrage!
Disembowl, destroy the center stage!
Faster!  Further!
the haruspex with-
red handed divination
and can-opening trepanation.
violation, this sort of unsolicited groping
a taste of the dearly departed
-the blood is on my lips-
my lusted crimson contemplation

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Ignorance

 

I'm hanging in a morgue.
I call it being inconspicuous.
Hooked inside a coffin frezer,
dressed in plastic, I look ridiculous.
How could I know?
Such ignorance lies in death.
Hindsight is 20/20.
Maybe so, if I was conscious.
The dead don't weep.
They don't dream when they sleep.
The final resting place of my dementia,
My cognition is at an end.
I'll never know that I am dead.
And hell is colder than is said.

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Senseless

 

My thoughts are scattered.
My wisdom tattered.
My mind is weary.
My dreams are dreary.
My sight is failing.
My throat is wailing.
My body lurching.
My soul searching.
My life is in a bend.
My time with you is at an end.
And so I say so long, farewell, goodbye.
You ruined all my senses,
and now I'm off to die.

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Personal Demons

 

All these spiders in my head,
spinning nightmares and weaving dread.
A web of a mind,
a recluse inside,
fallen black widow,
sure to be the venomous kind.
These aren't your garden variety,
and we're all living in the dark places of society,
under the porch and in the attic,
in your own backyard.

 

Little girl.  Little girl.  Let me in.
Let the spiders crawl within.
But don't trip and fall into the web
or I'll spin you tight,
reveal my fangs and sink them deep,
I'll devour your innocence.
Six eyes searching, eight hands groping
Congested horrors, visceral impressions
left hollow, nothing but an empty shell
a whisper of your former self.
you, who once were afraid of spiders.
Little Girl.  Little Girl.
I'm hinding in the dark places.

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The Seraph Spoke

 

The seraph calls,
I turn my head to listen well.
What wisdom is spoken with just a single word!
A mighty figure with fiery tongue,
this apparition sees through me.
Am I merely a shadow of a doubt,
a whisp in the wrinkle of time?
How devout must I be to endure such an enamorating pressence?
One cast upon its face, and I knew it came to die.
I seized the sword from its hammer fist
and raised it unsheathed high
the creature knelt and bowed its head in solemn prayer
the blade flew true to the seraph's end.
Here in bloody ritual upon my altar of stone,
I recieved the seraph's strength and fiery dominion
and I'll never forget that baleful stare
as neither of us wept, and I anticipating my own endeavor.
A diabolical grin of a madman wielding power that he'll never understand.
The power of a single word.

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Usurper

 

Do you take offense
when I poke holes in your character?
You seemed to be leaking regurtitated blather.
Am I too impertenant to set my own commandments?
My own watch and warrant and sense of morality?
Evil is only circumstancial.
Arguing good is like questioning quality,
and purity can be disdained
merely by taking another perspective.
I didn't kill Jesus.
I just challenged his authority.

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Self Respect

 

Brazen with woe,
like some cannibal w***e
gorging on her own entrails.
I feast upon myself.
reaping my mutilated emotions.
I save the best for last.
A sour stench of disconent.
lingering aftertaste of spoiled flesh.
maggots muddling my mind.
rotten and rancid,
featureless scope of failure.
I've labeled myself
I fear a failure's death if nothing else,
and I fear that I quietly accept it.
I have no respect for the living dead.

 

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Menace to Society

 

Am I a vigillante,
or just a menace to society?
Renegade to fear and loathing,
Labeling the innocent in my game of ignorant rebellion.
Selfish in disregard for authority.
To save your life, you must pay my price.
Sacrifice unto me your soul,
Upon my alter of pain and suffering.
Punishing the wicked with my sadistic sense of justice,
alone, I wander the wasteland.
Omniscient of my sinister side,
I wage a war against my pride.
Menace to society. 

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Spiral Staircase to Hell

 

Your eyes, a spiral staircase to hell.
I'm tightly wound and interwoven
intoxicated with golden locks
I knelt down,
and such was the decent of sanity
each step more treachorous than the last.
and that look, that hollow grin
was never meant for me.

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Faith

Styrofoam men and women

packed inside a cardboard box

labeled in a stenciled red

fragile-

protecting that ideal

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Level Two

 

Classical bound.
Failed existence.
Here in the lost and found.
Don't give us any resistance.
I'm here to show you
what you've been missing.
I'm here to break through
and stop all that reminiscing.
Stop dreaming,
its over now-
get your head out of the clouds
stop your bitching-
stop your moaning and screaming.
we've got the new order now,
and I'm taking you to the next level.

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(an untitled musing)

 

Why am I so addicted to you?
You don't love me.
Your warm approach guilds your cold intention.
Why am I attracted to your rejection?
Addicted to pain and bitter resentment?

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"The Lonely Excecution"

 

 

All my thoughts are disassemlbed.
My life, my dreams are disassembled.
Alone and cold, I'm left to tremble.

I, I wandered wayside
You, you showed your backside
Darkness muddling my mind,
you didn't help me decide.
Now I'm a-
Dead man walking.
Dead man walking.

The gallows call,
and I'm said to put on a show
-for you all.
A foot step falls,
and the dead come to listen.
Walking tall 
-as shadows come to christen.
Gotta dead girl and a dead dream.
Gotta dead approach and a silent scream.

I, I wandered wayside
You, you showed your backside
Darkness muddling my mind,
you didn't help me decide.
Now I'm a-
Dead man walking.
Dead man walking.

Hoisted! Hauter!
Tighter! Tauter!
A terror hanging from a noose (A terror)
A shiver in burlap sack (A shiver)
A quiver lurking in the timbers (A quiver)
Hanging, muffled, dissapated
Strangled, writhing, suffocated.
A kick! Here held in dismay.
A twitch! Here held in dead sway.
Don't you see? I'm praying now.
Don't you hear? I'm screaming out!

All my thoughts are disassemlbed.
My life, my dreams are disassembled.
Alone and cold, I'm left to tremble.
I want out.  I just want out.

The gallows call, and I'm said to put on a show
-for you all.
A foot step falls
and the dead come to listen.
Fear stole my soul now you've got me wish'n-
for a dead girl and a dead dream.
Hoisted! Hauter!
Tighter! Tauter!
The gallows call,
and I'm a dead man with a silent scream.

Author's Note

Any and all feedback is welcome!

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

the usurper and faith, had to be my two favorites of your works, all of them are well writen and tell wonderously dark tales. But if i had to pick one to frame and put it on my wall it would be faith. Such a simple strong truth, in the age of today. Great Job here! I can't wait to read me from you.

[JC Fox]

I like your work its captivating and I can't wait to read more