I dreamt of you tonight In the peace Between the dark and rain Your spurring call Lilting in the sway Of hope and dark despair When I awoke I felt the cold Of a silent dawn Of a promise made and broken By the common tragedy Of a future caged In perpetuity Within a lovelorn…
Come to me, Necropolis, Bring me the fatal darkness of the worms Underneath the cold roots of despair. Drain my sinews of their spirit and Turn my heart to dust. Carry me away, Persephoné, And burn the trailing lights to cinder. Let me sleep beneath your heavy wings Of torment in everlasting desolation, And keep…
You were the vision in a dream, wearing shadows of unwary verve, The phantom bearer of a gilded cup of milk and honey unreserved. You were the hope from loves consumed, keeping time from turning in regret, An overture to perfect skies of blue that carry bliss with grief bereft. You are a child of…
‘Why do you write?’ is the question. Simple on the surface, but a can of worms underneath, and it is a question I am all too familiar with, and unreasonably troubled by. When I tell someone that I write, ‘What do you write?’ or its variations come first, followed closely by that three-letter interrogative inquest…
I will never stand among the famous Kopites, Wave red banners and scarfs above the thunderous kop end, Belting out “You’ll Never Walk Alone” along with loyal thousands, And watch our Egyptian King, Mo weave through rivals on the green. I will never get to shake the hand of Stevie G, The man who showed…
When you're still a little drunk, and the lust has faded, and the stark realization of what you've done comes like a crashing wave, then you feel the familiar hurt, which you know like you know the back of your hand once again, and the crashing wave pulls your eyes downward, and you feel the…
"It's not that I don't care. Don't you understand? Of course, I do. It's just, there are things in my life that I care about too, things that I need to care about, and I simply can't leave everything behind and let my life revolve around you, no matter how much I want to. You…
The ages grow long between the nights of the silence, and the darkness grow deep In this ever-expanding gallery, displaying scenes from movies never made, Playing songs never sung, and snuffing out the candles never lit. The self-destruction of a self-portrait, painted by the crooked hands of separation, Long-distance, short-sighted, the fix on momentary counterfeit…
I leave the church, and I wander for a time through the chaos and the fire. The world that I knew, that I remember, is gone, like years had passed while I was still within, where time remains still, while the world moves ever onward, onto a hazy red rapture, always steady, never slowing, eating…
It’s not the moon that brings the Sunday night blues, It’s not the stars that bare these old scars. Keep me from falling asleep, ‘cause I don’t know what comes after, And keep the light on so I see, for I fear the night might swallow me. Oh baby, don’t leave my sight. Speak softly,…
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