JustAnotherWeekend

In a field under the stars he lay.  Thanatoid, devoid of any earthly remorse or love.  The years had passed him by unkindly, the name on his stone now so weathered and marked by decay that one could scarcely make out it's etching on the slab.     It was winter.  The unbearable oppressive air hung thick in the trees when he awoke.  His eyes, surely frozen shut, struggled to open.  But he lay still.  Awake, but not alive.  And there was no order to his thoughts, a jumble of images from the life of another man.     So he lay still.     And the statues kept watch.     Years passed.  Seasons fell away.  It was winter once more.  His eyes final

It starts with a dream A bite, stolen sweet Tart, with rosemary, A side of soft cream. It ends with a crash, The dark and disaster, A crumbling consumer Of our laden stash. For life will devour All things that we love, It's hunger, our hunger, We fill up our plates As we feast at its feet. But thyme, unlike time, Will not cure what's inside. The bittersweet poison A sprinkling of seasons, Turns winter to fall And masticates reason. Through each wretched bite We pass on our venom, Like serpents we strike As we tear in with zeal, As though our consumption Could draw out more flesh From the picked over bones Of a leftover meal.

Trepidation slides my hand Across the sheets to feel her touch But loneliness erupts a gush My heart, a fallout shelter's hush. The bleak design of falling snow Is patterned lightly cross her neck As if to laugh and mock the flow Of blood that once coursed under it. I've walked the wastelands far and wide And searched the kingdoms of the sea Though no forgiveness comes from lies And oceans of regret won't free. My choices made were always owned Mistakes and other banishments Decrees and vows not bought, but loaned To me, were barely ever meant.

We are nothing but Ants trying to comprehend The weight of the sky

In ice I shield my temperament From those whose throes give me lament As if my pain were palpable or filament For empty spaces, darker places lonely demons, heart hell-bent To find a love to call their own Though nothing could be further rent From what they'll do to garner it. I gathered all my love and lust And other feelings, full in rust But could not bother to maintain A heartbeat in me more than vain For all I wanted, truly lost, Was never to me worth the cost Of slowly dying, never crying, Though all my soul within was trying To dredge some semblance of remembrance Of the way I felt so long ago. But sitting here, my memories darke

They feed the fire, our yesterdays Their faces mangled by the flames Curling up, they burn away Till nothing but their ashes lay Her face, so fallow in the grave Upturned by churning earth and clay No more the visage I had known But twisted like a roadmap, paved. I turned and left the fire to burn Choking down a laugh, or tears Not sure if either was a lesson learned But bridges burned were my worst fears I left in hopes that she'd return Though knowing better, Both would burn.

I knew once what it was to feel fire Twisting madly, the infinite gyre Softly it beat, as I rose to my feet Dragging me into the pyre. I once drew breath in the ocean Drinking deep its briny potion But when I awoke, I found I had choked Fighting the current for motion. They buried me once in the ground Thirty feet deep, a funeral mound Man, were they shocked when I lifted the rocks And scattered them running around. I once knew how to feel fear, Trembling softly, but shedding no tear. My heart was a quake as it started to shake, And tumbled me right off the pier. I think I once was alive, Waiting and hoping for you to arrive, When they t

Dragons twist in ethereal planes Grasping ghostly skeletal claws They snake and writhe as if in pain Snapping shut their withered maws On ashen prey, they get their fill And rise to drag them on to fly Held aloft by force of will Their life spans seconds till they die Erupting from the molten top They draw their breath from deep inside And though they're doomed they cannot stop Or slow the pacing of the tide. One final time, they'll take their flights Before the tower no longer lights.

I filled my world with words and works That knew no warmth and felt no life I heard no voice that shone so bright As those in ink that saw no light. Alone, I sketched my future dark Beneath a lamp I wrote these words That told me more than anyone could And longed for truth only love could impart. But I'm not sure I could even endure The moment of peace that silence ensures When chaos burns brighter than anything could I could only stand by and watch as it fell And toppled the buildings I'd hidden myself in Till all that was left was the ashes of homes Where no one could breathe and no one could call But I walked towards the light at the end o

A heartless light that burns above, And rain bleeds upon the ground. I searched the sky to find God's love, Though birds and bugs were all I found. If somewhere in the darkened heaven Or in the depths of stormy Earth Exists the cure to weakness given I know not how to judge its worth. For in this life our time is fleeting And lends not to a journey long, And every breath a wasted greeting Spent longing after tonics strong. So if the search yields no elixirs Before our bodies waste away Through empty glasses and chased mixers The Reaper we'll not keep at bay.