isolate the modernities carnations touch the wind, mocking them, like a cigarette in the abandoned sunlight, the entropy, monstering god-like shores fragmenting ends of the mind, traversing the watery rock for the sea, the mouth left behind from the cave, teeming with blood; the mountain defines the reflection in your eyes, where have you been? … Continue reading Modernities.
umbilicus / of this shore / and shattered fingers like clamshells reddened to the body of death / to veteran-ed paralysis / / of beauty / the few fingers of mist / and seas are in pot-lids of darkness; my hands / laboring / are ants to the / father sea / and the stone … Continue reading epicedium to the sea
death is a red coquetteon your father’s fossil armits abyss forgotten and ungrievedinto cosseted veins of poetry,but words mean nothing to you; yellow dreams wept in her darkness,and caitiff of mirrored dust, and bone consumedmoon-wept death in the waves andfingertips of black lilliesnulling marrows in epicediumof the bear’s wintered hibernationthe seasons that sail the sea-skullsof … Continue reading I am a ghost to you.
Content Warning/Trigger Warning: This poem is centered around death, particularly the death of a child. summer, pilgrimage of the ewe; the blood sun breaks upon death— is the symmetry of the flower where an ocean throws the moon’s noose, leaving to the knot of a darker azure? dream, and you might too leave in the … Continue reading (!) This Night.
I sit here at the grave, Where my world has died. I sit here in silence, As the world passes me by. I it here stone cold, Afraid of being alone. I sit here at the grave, Where my love forever rests.
Granted, the two central characters are James and Tri in my upcoming Nano 2020 novel, "The Time Assassins", but there are plenty other "main characters" who join the fight. Here are some of them: Ada Locke Ada is a young girl of 14 years of age living in the Dark Ages. She suffers from cerebral … Continue reading The Time Assassins: Supporting Characters
bare-bones / wed to abandoning in-uterofingers; the apple burstslike an appendix / and the seabreast to breast / is a mistressto the Kalahari sun/ mouthing /to my moon“death goes to the worms” / alien touch / my love has gone /threnody and dream, as if the Earth is glass /stranded / to the ghosts /of … Continue reading to grief.
I lost my heart to the devil He pulled me out of the ashes That I lay in while I slept— Gave me flowers that I kept— And in them hidden lashes I lost my heart to the devil Who cleaved me near in two Reddened eyes with cupid’s arrow no puedes sobornarme con dinero … Continue reading The Devil’s Love (Poem by Storm Born)
Show me the depths of art, The world that rests in wait, For the brush to wake, For the pen to speak. - Show me the waves of music, The pulse of emotion which Transforms our feelings And calms our minds. - Show me the heart of poetry, The incarnation of who we are, The … Continue reading Show Me
Never forget the pain, The loneliness that burns; Never forget the Love, Which pulls you back up.