dear morning,

March 3, 2009

First of all, I’d like to thank you for joining me all of these days. The winter has reached the point where the golden sun arrives latest, activating my poor mind to wake and reconfigure the way life is confessed.

January 27, 2009

Post-script and dragon breath,
Revealing monotonous.
Treacherous awake.
Cowboy coffee and
Cigarettes. To start,
Begin the day at once.
But then,
The fresh scent of early spring,
It leaks upon this palette
Although the month marked march
Has yet to arrive.
Deceiving divine,
Vices were an option
Here.
The devices of today,
Tomorrow, or during
Last week’s sorrows.
Become the bliss, Routine
To spontaneous rounds
Despite what some may–
Speak of, now is the moment–
Voice it or never be heard.
Before this day’s head trauma,
In a green death’s stupor.
Revitalize timeless,
Re-situate Revival.

June 26, 2008

Bless you Luna, so late to rise. That jagged side profile from bangs to bust, and the glowing arch of should and of neck. Your lips melt from crest to chin, and the flowing mist coming in from sea brings out your tantalizing eyes and sleek-slender cheeks.

June 24, 2008

Seeking fleshy vestiges,
Forlorn and sorrowful fate
Always relates to sin in all but forgotten ways–
Even then,
They linger around and about.

I carry;
Weights unseen,
Words unheard,
And tastes that tempt
Even the most tantalizing of hearts–
To the overbearing day,
And through night shine rise and sheen of moon,
Unsheathed from scabbards–
Clouds’ airy mist secreting
From skin retching from throat to floor.
It spills the contents from the previous sun’s begotten sky.

Agonizing!
This rotting flesh is not enough for the Earth,
For she desires much more than i have given thus far.

“Why let go of such a great mind so soon?
Satan has not yet properly prepared
To take you to his abode
Through death–
You, dear, have not yet spilled enough
Glory onto the world around,
And by being taken down so soon,
Our tyrant would be easily overthrown.”

I will take whatever the devil has to throw my way!
It will be converted to something great,
For he has nothing on this folly heart of disdain.
To him I am feared greatly,
Like man fears his very own demise.
All of his treachery
Could never amount
To what my words
Have the potential to convey.

Onward i trek,
Soon to wreck so many established steps–
A pyramid of domination set
To perpetuate what God
Himself has cast down upon This.
You almighty chauvinist pig!
I will spread my infections,
Inflict sickness upon your
System of saintly catechism and death.

“Bow or lose thy head!”

I choose not!
I absolutely refuse,
For i need not a head to slay
The soul while your corpse rests in bed-
While you slumber in that fortress at night,
Artemis will slide me through the shades.
Tantra’s words will guide me to your absolute dismay!
And,
With but a sliver of that luminescent blade,
I will strike and pierce your soulless heart.

We move at night.
We move in the night.

Originally written as:
Seeking fleshy vestiges, forlorn and sorrowful fate always relates to sin in all but forgotten ways–Even then, they linger around and about. i carry weights unseen, words unheard, and tastes that tempt even the most tantalizing of hearts–To the overbearing day, and through night shine rise and sheen of moon, unsheathed from scabbards–Clouds’ airy mist secreting from skin wretching from throat to floor. it spills the contents from the previous sun’s begotten sky.

Agonizing! this rotting flesh is not enough for the Earth, for she desires much more than i have given thus far.

“Why let go of such a great mind so soon? Satan has not yet properly prepared to take you to his abode through death–You, dear, have not yet spilled enough of your glory onto the world around, and by being taken down so soon, our tyrant would be easily overthrown.”

I will take whatever the devil has to throw my way! It will be converted to something great, for he has nothing on this folly heart of disdain. To him, i am feared greatly like man fears his very own demise. All of his treachery could never amount to what my words have the potential to convey.

Onward i trek, soon to wreck so many established steps–A pyramid of domination set to perpetuate what God has cast down upon us. You almighty chauvinist pig! I will spread my infections to inflict sickness on your system of saintly catechism and death.

“Bow or lose thy head!”

I choose not! I absolutely refuse, for i need not a head to slay your soul while your corpse rest in bed, while you slumber in that fortress at night. Artemis will slide me through the shades. Tantras of words will guide me to your absolute dismay! And, with but a sliver of that luminescent blade, i will strike and pierce your soulless heart.

We move at night.