For The Art

This was the end when I came rushing through.Look for a key and you might join in too.Not a promise I have to express.These are but the possibilities you can impress,As you weave through the traffic in the bay.Someone always shouts hip hip hooray.Doesn’t exactly make much sense.But then when does life in this tense?ItContinue reading “For The Art”

Figurehead To Avert The Fires

All the promise you held in your hands.You could’ve stood tall upon shoulders so grand.What a sight I would have paid to see.For it gave people like us a hope to be,Better than at the level in which we were born.Not to have to live like a thorn.Sticking into the side of the mass.Existence soContinue reading “Figurehead To Avert The Fires”

Born To Oblivion

Happy birthday!Its time to have your say.Make a wish and blow the candles.Pay no mind to the vandals.Those banging cause they want to get in.Part of the universe as its unravelling. Fare thee well!Came just before the dawn of hell.Plenty of bodies but no remorse.We remain here to stay the course.Venture beyond and you willContinue reading “Born To Oblivion”

Opposing Side That Suffers

Off the charts and under duress.Where is the button that I can press?End the stifling heat of oppression.Feels as if I might soon be melting,Down to a puddle or ashen remains.None of these things I wish to sustain.While my world is crashing around, see?Suffering has found and won’t renounce me.I’m a single being trapped insideContinue reading “Opposing Side That Suffers”

Rattle The Beads

Take note, for all your lies are unfolding.You wrote to me as if I’m worth trolling.Every word you type holds no truth.Undoubtedly you would wish to see proof.I don’t need it because we are strangers.And who offers millions without dangers.No one and I know you know.So take your mails and shove them, go. Prophets areContinue reading “Rattle The Beads”

Strips Me

With faded corners and wide spread stumbles,My next chance is contagion in fumbles.Misalign for re-entry that is employed;Sucking out the prospect to be overjoyed.Harsh glare shines out from the star;Bottled up like a heart in a jar.Shake the roots and carve the skin;Now get this existence away from him.Scattered! Tear these strips off of me.WillContinue reading “Strips Me”

Critical Prose

Roses are turning black.Sick of taking flak.Potmarked wretched vile skin.Universe married to ruin. Sedative won’t be enough for the pauper is the crutch.Rest on scales that are unfairly weighted.Bring forth this yob of the fated. Roses are turning black.Sick of taking flak.Potmarked wretched vile skin.Universe married to ruin. Wind the lengths of rope around someContinue reading “Critical Prose”