Here is Where Dreamers Lay...Dead

Oh, how life is feigned when we are complacent.
Once, this spark was the beginning of a burning city;
people trembled at its power and fury,
buildings and trestles bowed down before it,
swaying to a cacophony of screams.

Now the air is silent
and the spark is but flint striking steel
above a chamber with no fuel.
This is life;
an expended lighter.

And its killing me.

Death Drinks Folgers

Tonight we will not touch the stars;
under a blackened sky
paralyzed with fear
the morning will come like Death,
blazing over the horizon on a golden stallion,
to embrace the night into oblivion and bring us
the means to stand with arms outstretched
in the direction of all we ever wanted

Blood on White Feathers

Hope,
like the wings of a dove confounded by an affair with razor wire,
can be mended
and allow us to continue to climb to great heights.


We'll rise above this recycled air
and breathe in the smoldering ash of lateral movement.

Let Me Love You

I am sterile and cold
a virgin, open and exposed
needing to feel you
feeling me
tear you apart

Oh, let me love you
the way your disappointments would allow;
as the steel deity in your hand
freshly adorned in crimson,
lavishing you with the end