Beyond day one.

Door stays closed, chain locked

this clock sounds the tick but never has it tocked

all the time imagined, owned, though physically blocked.

Immortality wrapped inside a rotting corpse, living dead

mild rejuvenation from what lies inside, a sacred pledge

and the ticks turn to tocks from the stupid fucking clock.

Was it something I said?

And just like that, gone right back to the starting block.

Day one was forgotten and remembered, turn back around

hindsight cursed as the body comes alive, demons surround

the continuous hunger growls for the soul denied, lost and found

take a knee in rest, at the makeshift cross atop the burial mound

and venture forth, on a renewed journey, across oblivion grounds.

Venomous rest.

Eyes shut open, clashed thoughts race

memento pain, a map retraced

drained energetic dream, life encased

fallen body stood, dead flowers droop in vase

a glimpse inside, to waters poison laced.

Cylindrical life.

Keep going round, circle the pointlessness

up down, bumped head on the shallowness

change of direction, created a cylinder filled hollowness.

My life in a 3D prison, pointless beginning and mirrored end

change direction yet again, bridge the 3rd to the 4th and ascend.

Why?

Why disguise the cry

why deny the goodbye

why rely on the ever changing lies?

Dark offers solitude, to be left alone

for outward bound, I'm a pilotless drone

hollow presences that surround, are my eventual clones.

Day after day I see, the dust fall from my bones

night after night I hear, the empty figures, continuous groans

now I can't fall asleep, without, those painful tones.

Blasphemy

Scream a plea, a blood curdling sound

give me a sight worth the see, aimed beyond the cloud

I know you're there, you breath too loud

but Lucifer pounds paid, you'll never be found.

See blasphemy was crowned atop the bohemian mound

so you can bank, on the demonic hounds upon mortal ground.

Payback.

Greeted by future, he gave me a  present

ripped wrapping, open box to see it was past

stomped feet, backing the scream as I threw it back

future just laughed, closed the lid so it'll remain black

he clasped my hands around it, and whispered.

                   "This is called payback."

Reaped words.

Grave alive, cracked granite

nightmare awake, Reapers sonnet

ashes to ashes, flaming comet

deaths unfair hunt, run from it.

Come on and sport the inevitable chase

push, shove, ignorant that it's a race

ha,  pleasure from pain, upon the mortals face

my scythe swings, as I scream "BRACE"

for no creature alive can outpace my haste

their life draining fear,

O' how I do love you, my brother fate.

Insomnia tale's.

I talked to the devil, he's sick of the heat

I talked to an angel because gods tired and weak

so I talked to a demon, their version was bleak

so I talked to the ghost, heaven was unable to greet

he told me a tale centuries deep

on how demons came the caretakers, of the earthly halls that he creeps.

Guess I'll never find a good story that'll put me to sleep.

Falling stars.

Wish a wish upon a shooting star

and put it in your pocket

and better days are not that far...

Wait it's not a falling star, it's a nuclear rocket!

Bit by bit, little by little

realty shows, minds so fickle

excuse of normality is enough to grant an acquittal

from the psychiatric hospital, and enter a world made so brittle

don't look confused this isn't a riddle

you already know the TV's transmittal

signalling that inevitable missile.

Made space.

Step before step
can't have got before the get
can't beat the odds without placing a bet.

Made a space though at first stuck in making space
moved out although slow with haste
mistake made from ignorant hunger, that took the bait.
Lucky fortune favors the late,
for I made my escape through an open gate
where greeted with my own special plate
and directions, to my very own place.

Pandora's box.

Hollow fire,burns slow
on the flames waves, sins row
the ashes rise, souls sent down low
the solid fire now burns an eternity glow.

Unknown good.

coastal boy threw a stone, through anger
the water ripples over dam, extinguished wildfire.

Life's rich tapestry.

Keep up
ignore the hand, holding you down
the minimum monetary hand downs
for the mandatory bills drown.

Life's constructional resources horded
paid to keep the poverty masses, recorded.

We live in a world of great advance
yet put in a physical, mentally painful trance
we'd figure it out, but only gifted, with a momentary glance.

I don't feel well.

Unexplained vision, instructions missing

held up by knees, tired of wishing

but turns out, I'm not very good at listening.

Looking for escape, is its own deadly mission.

Battle onward.

Scream as the sword slices the body

fall to knees as the blade withdraws

and witness the fragile physical laws.

Take a look to before the battle

to the morning prayer for the soul

getting dressed in the protective metal

a constant image in mind, to keep whole

a place to ever settle,

but for now to play a soldiers role

and if the end should come, grant a soldiers mettle

for on one's own, the demons are too many to wrestle.

Center of the world.

A room with no windows nor doors, just a slither of light

origin unknown,

Punched broken plaster, shield metal bars

stomped hole in the floor reveals a gargantuan height.

See knowledge of the light led to an internal fight

for how can an airtight container, contain the ability for sight?

Unless it was first molded around an end,
of the breathless nights.

Still Making space.

Can't stand, swift kicks while on the ground

came for the promise of a safe land

dead today, death tomorrow, life unfound

staff castrated an office stays unmanned

snake for wardens, invertebrates, to this prison I'm bound.

Natural you.

The whole universe in unrivaled motion

all that it contains grow from the sun's rotation

like dust in the light. I'm a moth locked in fascination.

The whole galactic code explained

through the knowledge of the unknown's name

found when eyes see, the individual candle first inflamed.

The whole wide world is here now

touch caress the skin of a lifelong vow

a red sky, illuminates the bodily glow.

Soul mind and body, your beauty surrounds all three

natural depth is this that and beyond, one day we'll be free

infinite we'll just be, roaming the grounds of an everlasting reality.

Inspiration.

1,2 that's my muse

tighten the mental screws

slow motion, peruse every point of view

to never be found wanting with something to lose.

Growing old in the glow of your inspiration

yet ever lost in, insufficient translation.

An evasive presence

yet when present, a heavenly present

a gifted blessing

left absent but stayed ever pressing

stayed cold alone, though your luminescent essence

pleaded for acceptance

It's this, that left you stuck in adolescence

and for me, it was a reluctant lesson

that left a haunted impression

to lay shattered pieces, within a hollow expression.

Right left walls.

Right, left a blooded mess

then what is left, is wrong

then the end is right or what is left

and if the end justifies the means. why the trumpet song?

Where we end up, down is anyone's guess.

The end is nigh. Not well hope exists

there'll be trees with seeds beyond the mists

for the ones who came before, already explained this.

The more walls that erect between us, the more to destroy

how long until the rock on which we walk, turn to man-made brick

and the construction, destruction is what left us keeling over sick.

Minds home.

A shadowed mental spot

a faded presence for companionship

a mind that's used to the rot

a view of the ships, left derelict

a curtain so the sight is blocked

a chair to sit, watch the bare brick

a door for my wraith to knock

a bulb for light to emit, soul enrich

a key for the door that's ever locked

a bed to rest and dream off script

and a mirror, to check if that lock has been picked.

Breathe.

Been alone scared, scarred

been put on constant guard      

held down the gift of a retard

held down the painful scream from afar

drowned in the fire able to recharge

drowned in smoke, lungs coated in tar

been fucked unpaid, like an amateur pornstar

been held down, drowned, now restart.

Family portrait.

Up, down is all relative upon a spinning ball

prejudice stories, yet we stayed relatives through it all

tears for the family drama, pity the absent motherly call

the farther told us, learn life or drown by the rainfall

brother sisters fighting like their trying to enter Thor's hall

not knowing, our distant cousins have already been blackballed 

the laughing uncle welcomes us in, though the Devil he'd rather be called.

  

Unreason.

Ever molded care

an ever centered stare

of something wrongfully rare

left shattered and stripped bare

a wet stony ground, puddles just lay there

rippled the reflection, of an ever disappointing glare.

Shackled preacher.

The deep optic nerve

focused gaze, to find who the owner serves

fear the unknown words the mouth breathes

the tied hands, unable to write in verse

shattered bones incapable to stand to leave

body, mind withers in a captive curse.

All the Gods gather to grieve.

Play time.

Eyes glazed, to an unwanted night

shuffle through the crowd, with a hand gripped pint

a moth like momentum towards the bar light

a smile and a gentle voice asks, "what would you like"

look at bottles of dull drinks meant to excite

order another with an added shot, a liquid firelight

inside runs cold, shot down, nothing about tonight seems right

twisted logic that the drink will feed the appetite

green note to pay the barmaid, a mimicked "thanks" to keep it polite

repeated hand gripped pint as I move out the spotlight

towards the open doors of the nicotine hazed moonlight

step out, turn my back to the gleeful strangers sight

for fear of the dreaded social invite

eyes gaze the stars, to imagine life at a celestial height

where time is the most celebrated playwright

and my only purpose is to recite, the eternal words until the daylight

but alas I'm fixed to play a part in an unknown scene

to rediscover places the author's already been

although always present, a concept never seen

so with a beer I listen, for the narrative, that the starlights read.

The fall.

Quietly move close to the edge

tiptoes curled over the ledge

make the symbolic cross, a muted pledge.

Looking down, until one looks above

to see the embodiment of peace and love

reformed as a suicidal dove.

Yesterday enters today

Anger at the continuous battles

a start line of the wealthy

and the consequences herd us like cattle

fire to fire, it's hell you see

only inferno embers roam free.

Power of old.

When I was young
I had to listen to what the grown men said

they talked about the power of respect and that I had to learn it quick

before like them, I'm in and out of that cell and broken glass I'm fed

and I'm still learning and I refuse to quit
even though the power of old
is lying in the dirt, sick.

When I was young
I had to listen to what the grown women said

they talked about the power of respect and that I had to learn it quick

before I turn into the ones they know, that only see to the end of the bed

and I'm still learning and I refuse to quit
even though the power of old
is lying in the dirt, sick.