Adrift in a Sea of Gray

Adrift in a sea of gray
Sailing toward forever's bay
The coast eclipsed by fog of doubt
The ghost ship drifts an aimless route
The compass broke, no use in trying
All the while the muse is dying
We dream in color but wake to die
And ache to paint a sapphire sky
Filled with stars instead of holes
It's who we are, our wandering souls
Adrift in a sea of gray
Sailing toward forever's bay

Grinding Gears of a Fatal Machine

The grinding gears of a fatal machine
...a mechanism of eternal unclean
Screeching, shrieking, pounding commotion
Reaching, seeking, a confounding devotion
Flip the switch or blow the fuse
Use discretion as you choose
Shut it off and kill the noise
Truth is pure and denial destroys
Pollutes the chambers of the heart
Shut if off and tear apart
The grinding gears of a fatal machine.
                        ~

My Only Peace

My only peace
Is in my dreams
No tears in sleep
No demons scream...
They fail to see the beauty
...In the dying of a rose
As winter steals her innocence
She withers in repose...
Sometimes I wish that I was dumb
And failed to comprehend logical sense
Sometimes I wish that I was numb
Content to exist under a false pretense
But I can't deny the truths I know
Soft petals close and Kiss the Snow...
                       ~

63 days

63 days in a windowless cell
The stronger I struggle, the further I fail
So sick of the dark, so scared of the light
Knuckles are bruised, and to breathe is a fight
63 days alone, lost, and shaking
...A fading apparition, a dream upon waking
So sick of this sleep, an ache to be woken
A peace to be lost, a sound mutely spoken.
                             ~

Acid Rain

filling in the Cracks
of my Crumbling Flesh
Cementing my Anguish
Misery made Statuesque

erecting a Monument
an Amour Memorial
Pessimism is Paramount
Hope is the Destroyer


a Catherdral in honor of Desolate Desire
built upon Ruins of a Forsaken Empire

ancient Tribute to Sadness
Tall walls sculpted from Madness
stretching up to meet a mirrored ceiling
revealing a Noir Hole,
a sky of Black Ink...
sky of my Soul
i would cry to think

a Relic
no longer Spiritual by structure
but an Architectural fixture
Inanimate Stone...
Emotionless Dome

Hollow within
the Skeletal Walls
falling to the ground
in Ruins
built from Marble and Stone
shelter from the Horrible Unknown
walls of Muscle and Bone

Elegant Decor
of Horror...
Tendons, Ligaments, and Mucus
Parasites and Pollutants
lovely Ivory Exterior
distracting;
counter-acting
the Interior
Misery, Blood and Violence
welcome to my Asylum

a Dedication to the Dead
a Masoleum in my Head

his Caress anew and fresh
engraved into Concrete Flesh
he etched into my Hardened Skin
Digging Deep and Seeping in

he cracked the Stone
he broke my Bones

Crumbling to the ground, my Tower
Demolished to the ground, my Power
he Blew a Kiss and it was Over
Gasoline Tears...Explosion
Acid Rain and Wind Erosion

goodbye Stoic stance of Statue
i fell apart the day i met you
brought to Life by Chance and Virtue...
he touched me and at once was born
a Statue into Human Form.

Master Time

A hoarse whisper croaking "Listen"
uttered by Mister Time,
his ticking-tocking
mocking a moment
which he steals
before we may enjoy
his hostile hands destroy an instant,
insistant that distance must be employed
over-worked and lacking joy
we walk like zombies petrified
single-file,
our Master Time,
Boss of Loss of
peace of mind and freedom
enslaved are we, shackled,
chained to a clock mocking the hour
of our powerless
progression towards a digression
of present-tense,
defenseless
we render service to the bastard
our master Mister
Time
resembles
assembly line production
of spiritual reduction resulting in
decline in value of the soul
sold so expensive, extensive damage
to the worth of Now
he cracks his whip, our Master
minutes slipping faster by,
a rippling current in time
a sonic wave vibration,
a seismic devastation,
a disaster, Master Time
he forcasts our occupation
in servitude, denied emacipation
...infinite frustration
there is no escaping
the torture of Time
our slavery a constant
unwaivering demonstrative statement,
a binding contract
an abstract construct
of the human mind,
an illusionary document declaring ownership
of our lives
merely,
an invention of mankind
a synaptic glinch in perception
a traumatic pinch of deception
a trick of Master Time
a tick-tock chime
music of a massacre,
the passing of Time
murder of our Master
the death of Mister Time
the evolution of mankind
revolution of the mind
freedom
released from perpetual confinement
defining liberty...
what it means to be
freed from bondage
an homage
to Master Time