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I’ve sat here for hours staring at the screen
staring at the lives that I’ve lived
in between
in the void occupying my mind
in the crawl space
deep within the temple
a feeling dissimilar to that which I know
the garden has emptied
and I have run out of time

I sit here, idle
musing on the bread crumbs I’ve littered about
feeling overshadowed
not by anger, nor by doubt
time and time again I’ve sent myself abroad
to the isles of madness
to the depths of my darkest imaginings
and there, I stayed for a time
too long
too long

words falter, much like the mind
we linger on at the ends of our sentences
barely grasping the meaning of
barely feeling the wonder of
barely tasting the pleasures of
barely there
or anywhere in between

music fades as our masks fall off
revealing the liars, the sinners
the hypocrites
the masters of our fates
they falter, much like we do
back and forth we swing to the song
no more do we hear the sound
too long
too long

forward march, into the long night
a solemn declaration
as the moon fades from sight
down and deep into the barren earth
down and down and down
as the lover gives birth
altered states, the light inside
it lingers on
and all we hear is music
elf song

pitter patter into madness
little feet carry us into the past
into the future
into the path of reason
into dust
and all the treason

all the noise we’ve heard before
all the poise we’ve lost
abridge the version you love or like
or loathe
tear the page, and start to write
steel yourself for endless hours
into dusk, and into shiver
the coldest hours, words deliver
drink the beauty of your time
know that light must drown in wine
in the sweetest emerald tears
for every hour, day and year
for every word you thought you knew
for every kiss you felt
for every star we melt
for every face you know
for all the suns
for all the sons
for you

for me

for them

do you see?

A Thousand Cuts

The journey of a thousand miles
begins with a single step
regretfully, my journey moves backward
my journey has no poise
it has no rhythm
I move forward in reverse to a tune
most perverse
my journey of a thousand cuts
began with a single mile
a battlefield that has seen countless wars
countless empires


a river of endless scars

I step sideways into the mist
into forests without light
another cut to curb my insanity
I linger in this lifeless form
I swing fast, I swing true
and the river running through my mind
brings my path back into view

without cause, I fall motionless through the air
through fields of green
worlds of glass, and embers
my descent slowed only by my reasoning
this is the cut of air
a wound deepened with every breath I take
and yet, to numb the pain
I must remove myself
no breath
no death

impossibilities reign

the drums of war beat in my mind
war rages on
and all I know is how to end
how to free a life from this plane
one cut, two cuts
more to feed the great beyond
the beast that calls to me

a battle song comes to my ears
and a voice betrothed to sun
to moon
words echo through the sands
as I flee my visions
the final cut from a blade unknown
the final task for a man forlorn

I use no blade to mark my way
I leave no message, I carve no runes
there are no words that I may say
to bring me to the emerald dunes
to the lands that I once loved
the faces, hands and eyes once lost

I feel no pain as I endure
one thousand cuts of life, most pure
I flee all reason, all roads and man
my eyes affixed to honeyed cure
I have found the will to travel light
through battles waged upon the earth
to venture past all realms and right

to you, again
my home, my hearth

Red Rising

Colour has no light, no sound
no right to find the love it drowns
no flower girl to bring delight
nor appetite to mend the slight

Colour has the right to reign
to bring all hours to the flame
from moons to stars to eldritch tongues
cause enough to fight the rain

Colour brings no tears to fall
to round the mountains of the law
physics bend and break at will
as we light the spectrum wall

Colour brings what music won’t
to lift the lies right out from those
that fight defiantly and pause
when colours come to meet with prose

Colours run as eyesight wanes
when all the beauty starts to fade
dreams collide in emerald lanes
and all the fools return to play

Colours run away and go
as my lover longs to know
the reason I have hidden far
in the midday afterglow

of all the Colours we have found
none compare to love and sound
no descriptions lie in sight
to bring a view of those around

of all the Colours I have seen
none compare to evergreen
or Red, the hue of love’s domain
without her, I cannot be Rain