bring me
girls
bring me
flesh
bring me
human blood
coursing thru my veins

i howl like the wind
like a beaten dog, left out of doors
scratching at the gate post
and gnawing with pain

i am the nightmare
singing dark lullabies
while infants scream
their melodies of
thunder and rain

bring me
hearts
bring me
lives
bring me
all your broken yesterdays

i will cast them into the storm
and make them new again

beware the monster
beware the creature

love the monster
love the creature

i am the forgotten son
of all your cloudy imaginings
the secret
of your hungry things
that gibber and howl
and crush and devour
the better side
of you

Forward and back
and back
to the far east
where my
strength was the least
running and gunning
till the break of dawn
knockin’ down the queen
with a leftover pawn

i sang of the sorrow
that my father let me borrow
earned in the genes
like blue aquamarine
eyes that light up
fists that fight up
thru the
pounds and pounds
of pressure
i was born with
trying to
shake the hounds
that were the last gift
of
a cruel character
born with a narrator
the neccessity of jamming
sorry for all these words that i’m spamming
but what was the gist
stop let me list
to the beat of a heart
ticking like a clock
try to break it
find out it’s rock
keep smashing their fingers
the pain always lingers
surprised and betrayed
like a nine day masquerade

i’m sorry i’m sorry
my rhythms go far you
will be tipped at the door
have a safe trip home, poor
chance that brought you
to this strange encounter
try not to flounder

come shoot out the starlight.

make me of lightning and wire
and sing me the song of
never ending

And, it begins. A journey into my angst – the dark tunnel of rumination.

 

Please be kind — these poems seemed deeply serious to me when I wrote them. Deeply. Serious.

 

I’ll put up one or two a day, until I cringe myself into oblivion.

Subtly, I turn
the dark books i burn
not safe, but stable
hiding under the table

how close was i to the nine-day feast
where my demons prowl and sing in the east

walking the walls
damming shut the falls
trying to keep light
in my echoing halls

i am a master programmer
quite caught in a stammer
lines of code
not sure of the flows
i throw it all up
and watch it loop down
on a black throne
with my cerulean crown

i bite off stanzas
and try not to look
at the Cleaver Man
giggling
and stropping his hook

just have a
few moments
til the fire burns down

pull tight the bandage
and hope i’m still standing
when the Five come creeping
wearing my heart
on their shield
and grinning their
family smiles

who am i without them?
how could i ever doubt them?

come dark brothers
to you i never lie

white-knuckle
rusty blade
come now
5 beds are made.