Death's Little SacrificeSitting alone weak and weary
On a dark night cold and dreary
Waiting for the spirit of death
To take away your final breath.
You've spent too long doing crime,
And now you've run out of time.
You've done your deeds now you'll pay the price.
Now, you'll be the sacrifice.
Do you hear the spirit of death arrive?
He knows this fate is for what you've strived.
He'll bring you to the gates of Hell
Where he'll perform the final spell
To set his legions upon the earth.
Your life will be the apocalypse's birth.
A splash of blood and a guilty soul.
You've brought upon a future most foul.
the architecture of eggshellslet's talk about
the words we won't talk about.
in the grey cube sky
buses flow as quicksilver.
make a flower
in frosted dew.
giggle in rattles
until it diffuses
sigh in relief
at the lack of contact
with regret. friends
a smashed duality.
the ugly qualities.
the most humane bombs.
LovecraftI tried to read Lovecraft once,
But tales of tentacles and
Bone pendulums in glass jars
Led only to a sneeze.
Cthulhu grotesque green
Wriggles and writhes
Upon denim of my knees.
Are his words archaic,
So unfathomable to my ears?
Every line. Every paragraph
Appears like a madness
Inside the quiet of my mind.
I tried to read Lovecraft once,
But stories of the strange
Woke dreams ever arboreal
In my heart mellow.
Polaris yielding yellow
Stalks and shines
Into echo of my irises.
Is his voice antique,
So unattainable to my lips?
Every sentence. Each image
Disappears like a sadness
Past the weird until I'm blind.
I tried to read Lovecraft once,
But time and space
Could never reveal to me
Any quasar of meaning or myth
In his surrealism I hold
Or the fact that I cannot fathom
His scribbles of lies untold.
Sandstone VaseDesolate genus detached
Out of clamping pitcher plant
Blanking edges of her hair
Signify the downed despair
Resting in her younger days
Catching up from out of faze
Lip dragged down in scattered weight
Show the happening her age has made
Hold the crumbling ring for ease
Hands curled softly at her means
Dust take up the cold embrace
Reaching down the gullet's grace
Shrinking as she leans for strength
Days bygone have met their length
Neared the end of opened maw
Yawning wide to take the world she saw
Time has poured to other half
With the parts well taken with
Resolve sapped so long ago
Waiting for the end to show
Represent a symbol's path
Moving to its aftermath
Left to ash with sandstone graves
Soon none will decipher her remains
Flower for the joy of life
Lay departed with the ones who die
Adulthood's HourglassWelcome to the twisted, corrupted paths of something called adulthood
Where direction is entirely lost and the way cannot be understood
If your education is the chain that weighs your body down
Then your labor is the shackle that binds your body now
The journey will be rough, but don’t look back
Forgiveness is lost on those who might lack
It’s time you prepare to make a choice
In one you certainly won’t rejoice
Release the dreams you plotted
They’re simply not allotted
In the land you’re to enter
Where work is the only center
This black and white city of misery
A schedule fit so the strong grow weary
A country ruled by the king named Money
Whose lies are fatal as poison, but sweet as honey
Yes, here in the real world, your life is now controlled
Now, listen to your new master, do everything as you’re told
Until the time comes for you to take your leave of this cruel place
Just another pawn in this game of life, death will be your saving gra
over the lake
bursts of fire
out with old
year of choices
ForeverYou asked me
how far I would go
for you but you never took
that the earth is round so
I’ll end up
Infinite KindnessWhat if I was to tell you that you exist for a reason:
A smile at a stranger which brightens their day
A kind word to a friend who has had a bad week
Laughing at a joke, just to make a person feel welcome
A poem written down, making others feel understood, that they aren’t alone
A handmade blanket, warm and personal, like a hug on a long winter’s night, unfading
All tiny things, like a single petal on a cherry tree
Infinity of pink and white specks
Showing love, kindness, and care
So when the winds of life blow
Know that what is heard is not the rattle of skeletal branches
Nor the moan of the wind through dead trees
But the soft flurry of pastel colours
Cool, gentle, serene, floating to the ground, beautiful to the last
Making way for the kindness of next year
Your next gentle smile
Your next caring word
Your next joyful laugh at a joke
For these and a billion other reasons
You stand on this earth, in all seasons of life
Without knowing it making the world better, one infin