I, Human

I move through worlds like the rhythm of hurt
as the widow of worth runs her fingers through my hair
the world shudders as her sister lays bare
broken and unaware of the path she has chosen
blissfully and uncontrollably careless
unresponsive to the words we fling at her
tongue tied and trusting we lunge at her
thrusting through the midnight air
i cannot wave this into the night
i cannot linger on as we plunge further
into darkness and dead sponges at the bottom
the pit lies empty now as we reach the middle years
the fervor has subsided revealing only liars
letting the answer float between our ears
the master reasons not with us
he is taint incarnate
wrestling with the fates that share the earth
fire, water and the miserable air we breathe
it tracks our footsteps through the cosmos
making a mess like the animals we are
it’s what we know
all that we can do is continue
and grow
all the while we rip her apart
the misery that lies in our wake is unparalleled
unbridled and fare thee well
you have been chosen for a special mission little one
you are to march on the milky and find us a planet
you are to dive deep into the matter and kill us a deer
prove your worth and give us hope
without you we fall down into dust
into rubble
we are the cause and effect in the rust
in the time we have left you are to be trained
you are to watch over the ruins as we raid
as we quiver quietly unconditionally rioting
you see us now don’t you sweet dove
you have tasted the vino and now you must
fly further into fury
become all you can be as we scar you profusely
listen not to the words of the meek
they hate you quietly even as we speak
even now you are doomed to a world of no
a world of highs and unknown lows
you are fated to life eternal and dark
now be quiet young one
the show is starting and we are at the back
the untouched sunny ones that are forgotten
be still my sweet or we’ll get in trouble
you know what must be done
you know the path
go that way
and face the demon of your last

Colour Me Cold

what are we if not energy infinite
cosmic creations of the bold, and illiterate
liberated daily by the voices of the mind
by the choices we make
and the loves that we bind
colour me old for the hour is late
in the year, in the month
in a second i will lunge
at the breath of a stranger
for sending me fear
for lending me a problem with himself
and his dear
he hath no ledger in which to write reason
in which he confides
for intergalactic treason
the blood of the rain runs deeply today
swiftly in vein
swiftly we sway
the fall is quite tempting when we linger
in red
in the moment we thrive
through the thickening thread
through the calamity and icicle song
the noise that they make when they hit
‘come along’
to death by decomposition
and drugged in this condition
the fate we find inconsequential
when all we get is superficial
material means for the gods to undermine
our heritage and lust in sweet decline
in sweet succubi we trust to ride
to lift us up when the ground has died
the daemon come when we have no other
way to pay
the piper’s mother
the pauper sprung up to defend
and lost a limb in defense of the shed
a place where we hide our young
our weak and bold
the old they die
they wither away in a blackened fold
fraught with perils in our time
they have fought the war of wine
the truth be told in vino vanity
while drugged with blood i came to clarity
to see the start that never was
the end begun or lack thereof
luster broken from my shield
from the metals rock would yield
no more armour for the earth
the war is over, at my birth
generations lost in burning spasm
ache and suffer all the worth
all the sunlit moons and sky
tear from them an ancient eye
look upon thy works and weep
you killed the world and all the sheep
the empty nests they wither deep
and Gaea drowns within the creek


the lonely rose told you its story
frozen and four stories deep
in cold storage cordially speaking
glory to the shielded bore
the man, the sheathed sword
fury and fortitude wills the flurry
the cut deepens as we all stand tall
idly by as we all die
why in the heavens do we not cry
for this word
this wound
this woeful story groans at us
moans with us to the moon
to the sightless stone rule
we must tarry no longer else we fall prey
to the ones that wear grey
the men and folk of wey
leylines and clay
they form the base of our boast
bashful in our wake and toast
corrupt the crest you fight for
at most
the faeries whisper presently put
they know the end game matters not
the rut, the roast of your laurels
the crown and the cot
it ends soon, this will not
be the dearest end of all light
her voice echoes as we fight
the night raids matter not
to lay her head down and sight
the sweet end of all fights
we kite the head of court jester
and might
our long road grinds to a halt
it bleeds dry the pen as i lie
her song is at an end and i fly
to rock and tree
life rejected at my foot
there is no sky
there is no root
there is only eyes and sightless sigh
in the endless cycle of the dull and dry
druidic speak of lullaby
look to the west and you’ll find hell
look to the east and it’s there as well
there is no shade from this star
no bridge to cross, no road to tar
the leaves rest eternal at your feet
my dear infernal sweet
you are done in this world
perhaps there is another
to meet