Chasms ( part II )

She’s seeking the light in her bright darkness,
The commotion of her eyes
Deafening now,
Seemed still so empty,
Tears black in the ebony night…
Who’s to see?
Whispers held her back once,
Songs spitting the mourn,
Hard covers nourished still the soul…
She said “Let me go…”
Spring for the offspring,
And a place among the ashes
Of the cold
For her,
For the fear
Or the tears now she deny…
Beseeched wrath…dreaded conscience,
Life in the shadows of the old,
Reinstated stereotype paid eventide,
A thousand of Lucifers barter with pride.
Orchestrated in the cacophony
Of sacred sins,
Her forbidden dreams she never cried;
Plagued the night she blossomed,
Where’d she go never to return,
In the hands of many,
Gruesome seconds building decades of lust,
Where she is now is forever to last…….

...Untitled Forever...

“Flowers will bloom again…”
Two trembling rosebuds trickled…
And the rest is…they say life…

Murky days hailed winter evermore
For the Virgin Island spawned cold,
Smoldered all for none could see,
In pretence, inane dreams linger on…

The silver lining goblet never died
All night long,
…throughout the night undead…

Undead were dreams…
And then dead…
Some inane words born,
Awaited the unseen dawn,
Preached some unforgiven and gone.

Undead be the footprints now,
Inane be the silver lining goblet,
For the Virgin Island hailed the unforgiven,
Smoldered all for none could see,
In pretence, tears linger on…

Flowers did bloom again (but somewhere else)…
A rose thrown there will tell a story,
And the rest will be…they say life…

Thenceforth Melancholy

The ardent tale thenceforth
Magpies embowered,
The whiff of blush lost
Among some syllables of a cursed haiku.
Enshrouded truths and the impaired self
Rest upon the elixir,
Upon the relics of my will.
And the shenanigans of wind insolent conspire,
Their figments,
The Leaping Light,
I scorn…
My fiasco, my ail,
The void wistful longing,
In an impaired bloodstained strand,
Ravens embowered.

Death Wish

Lingering on all to end
Alone in the ebon I cry,
While others see stars…
I see vultures in my sky.

Taken aback to
By each of my remaining breath
Where these wounded eyes could see,
The cremation of my heart…
…The end of being me…

The Shadow

“Remember friend as you walk by
As you are now so once was I
As I am now you will surely be
Prepare thyself to follow me.”

-Anonymous (Epitaph)




Butchery of a beating flesh anew
Bathing in scarlet
Beheld for years till carmine it grew
Pitch-dark now the pyre devoured
To ashes…till ashes…
And left was a shadow fagged and cold…
Revered to cut a hole
To the other side or so,
Seeking the morrow of an endless night,
Bathing in gloom
Beheld as nights to decades grew
Memories growled in the murky sky
“Seen it after the ashes and before…”
Said the shadow
And sat on the tombstone evermore…

To My Pen

Eclipse be on my land
In the ages to see
Rubicon itself shows the way-
To the other side of the day;
The ravaged heart in a savage sea
Ruminates its sheen vicinity...
Once flowers blossomed
Where now some corpses lay,
Being the inhumed hooligan's prey
Few sordid words
Cynic, restless,
Fly away...

The Almighty Dead

The paradise corpses filled
Descending sober warmth of tears
Desolation with never-ending nights accompanied…
A darkling crawled into a heart,
Another to a brain…
Tell thy God to dwell
Or back to seventh hell,
Made a coffin,
Buried being killed.


Trash’s what they say,
Dead’s what thee pray,
Cerebral assassin’s crossroads led my way
And beheld
The almighty lynch…
Crept darkness to the bosom so cold,
Blacked out senses in the remnants.
The brothel of lives is amissed now
Nights to be worshiped all day.


Ichor dried as all colors fade,
Gloom poured as rain,
For lost is heaven’s throne.
Pity the world from the Virgin Island
Clad in the memories of a slayer
I wander in the warmth of my tears alone…
Dark clouds in the dark sky for none to care
A darkling I worship now,
For God is dead.