Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Merely a Conquered Life
I am the faint pulse
Lurking in the depths
Of scarred
And tattered flesh
Past downcast eyes
Burdened with fear
I cleave for the open
With a bounty of anguish
I fade into
The day to day patchwork
Where the fortunate beckon
And the timid weave
Unseen
I am
Merely a conquered life
That quietly wanes
Far away
From the turning world
Monday, September 29, 2014
Rationed Words
His silent simmering
Was a beacon
For those adrift
For those who swayed
Upon the currents of dreams
For the far-away travelers
Engulfed, by silent peril
He rationed his words
Through a labyrinth of verse
Through the treacherous bends
Of careless chatter
Inward he dove
Unfazed and quiet
As the watchful hordes
Simmered
In desperate longing
Saturday, September 27, 2014
The Fortune of Slow Erosion
Life has its way
Molding and sculpting
My fragile form
I shape-shift
In the passage
Of great calamity
In the joyous swell
Of victory’s
Fleeting refrain
Shall I bask
In the fortune
Of slow erosion
Or be swallowed whole
By a surf of certain decay
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Quiet Grief
Are free
From my bitten tongue
Yet no truth prevails
No heartache can crawl
From the ruins
Of my war-torn conscience
The toll
Of harbored sorrow
Shall beckon forever more
Never daring to clamor
For the waiting arms
Of the crude and heinous world
Never to draw
The care of roving eyes
That have seen
All of the same
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Reverie of Apocalypse
A sudden flash
Tore away at the homely dark
Flooding the hollow void
With a clashing array
Of fire and hues
The canopy of night
Fluttered away
Carried, by a traveling wisp
Revealing
The eternal glimmer
Of ghostly
Constellations
I remained
Far from terrified
As I sailed for the care
Of faultless panorama
The life I knew
Was fully undone
Sinking at peace
Full, with quiet reverence
And I was
To regain my balance
For the tolling fowls
Were at their prime
I was
To gather
My scattered composure
And breathe
At ease
For the day
Was finally drawn
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The Plundering Tide
Freight cars rain
Scattering plumes
Rich, with lives well-squandered
As nightfall dwindles
Beneath their endless
Arching cries
There are no sirens
Only a great span of silence
And the plundering tide
Brought forth, by eager hands
Havoc ascends
In murderous clouds
Heaven-bent
For their heinous jobs well-done
As tattered lives
Cleave to vengeance
Simmering with the hatred
Of legions, floundering
Within the waves of grief
Monday, September 22, 2014
For a Torturous Memory
I labor from below
Tunneling
Overwhelmed by night
Where the lights cannot pry
And the silent linger
In the firm clutches of sleep
Dig out!
Is the refrain I hold
The harbored scream
Which fuels my effort
Dig out!
Claims my blistered hands
As they toil in spite
Bloodied and maimed
Home
Is a cherished beacon
Wafting through the ruins
Of a once prosperous mind
A ceaseless memory
That soothes and torments
Never leaving me to waver
Never falling
Out of favor with my thoughts
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Ghostly Regrets
Orphaned deeds
Now flood
The hull of my conscience
Storming the gash
As I topple over
Full with remorse
Hopelessly, Overrun
I reclaim the sorrows
I've spun and left for dead
In the bountiful silence
Where turmoil, hails supreme
Quietly listing
The dark is to loom
As a vise, crushing
From all around
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Father Knows
I cave
A hopeless wretch
As bravery nears
Having conquered
The falling, fading day
Father
He spares few words
As his eyes trace my fear
Disheartened
And burdened with worry
My nerves draw chaos
In the rising fumes of despair
At the swell
Of the morrow’s hatred
Foreseen within, his tired eyes
Father knows
What awaits his feeble son
Fully aware of the carnage
That lingers, quietly simmering
But all questions fade
In the aft of my mind
Dispersed by the fear
He once carried, long ago
“I am afraid”
Would come to pass
In a sudden surge of valor
Friday, September 19, 2014
A Crime of Apathy
Wallowing
Within placid
Half-hearted stanzas
The unsparing void
Where I’ve stranded my thoughts
To marinade in squalor
Callous, ragged, and unkempt
Time draws breath
Desperately
Tussling with panic
In its slow, horrid demise
It withers at the hands
Of titanic reveries
Coiling the windpipe
And awaiting its final tremor
When all is motionless
Frayed and silent
By my heinous crimes of apathy
The earth will turn
In prosperous hands
As I trail unheeded
Through their proud
Diverging ranks
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Thursday, September 18, 2014
Fire-Bred Travelers
The days choked
Upon the great plumes of savagery
Cast out
By the furious and frightful
Lionhearts withered
In the shrill cries of ordinance
Scattering, impaling
All brazen, fire bred travelers
With sharp eyes
Forever swallowed
Beneath the leagues
Of unsparing silence
The careless thrash
Of brother and foe
Is buried deep
In the soils of home
Beyond the waves
True chaos thrives well
Nestled, beneath the skin
As the cruel ravager
Of a quiet
Blissful slumber
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Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Keeping Misery at Bay
Our time
Is cruel, to hastily wither
In a peaceful
Steady decline
As we converse
Unaware of the age
The bedlam
We know as home
In our roving
All turmoil wanes
Fearful
Of the aimless chatter
In the casual fall
Of idle words
Spent
To keep misery at bay
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Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Beneath My Feral Hide
The windowpanes caught fire
And scorched slow
As I labored awake
I strained and heaved
To be clear and conscious
To coast through the morn
Unburdened, by days long lost
Still
I labored onward
Shroud
In nightmarish agony
I remained watchful
With prowling eyes
True to their search
For the cause
Of each mindless
Daily breath
The hunger
Never fully fades
For it remains within
Beneath my feral hide
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Monday, September 15, 2014
The Fruitless Binge
No glass was left unscathed
For the night retained
Its juvenile sway
For chaos ruled
Our trembling days
So we burdened the eves
With our harbored dismay
As the night
Teetered, unhinged
And the meek hearts yearned
For a fruitless binge
They cleaved
Each virgin craft
Through rivers brewed gold
On their fever-driven rafts
Saturday, September 13, 2014
From Bloodshot Eyes
Like the passionate stream
Of walled in anguish
Through the fractures
Of bloodshot eyes
My words fall cold
Upon deathly pavement
Callous, dreary, and mute
These endless roads
Of solemn grey
Shall court my soul to ruin
To be swallowed whole
By a storm drain’s thirst
And leveled
Beneath the might of seclusion
The grief I hold
Falls unworthy
Of the hopeful eyes
They yearn for
Friday, September 12, 2014
The Treachery of Half-Sleep
My eyes
Remained razor sharp
Despite the fog
The treachery of half-sleep
Among roaming shadows
I scoured with vigilance
Aware, of the restless world
My limbs fully, prepared for flight
My pulse climbed
At predawn’s haunting loom
Festering
Stout with memory
Swarmed by forgotten ghosts
They yearn
Mournfully
To dwell
In the arms of my present
Yet these eyes shall not dull
They cannot waver
Nor recede
Into a nightmare’s
Sweltering furnace
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
War Raged in Short Bursts
I plunged
Into a murderous sleep
With concrete limbs
Obeying, the quicksand’s pull
Among the tombstones
Proud, grey and stern
They scaled higher and higher
In the gradual wane of the surface
Thunder and rain
Were a natural send off
Like mournful, pattering snares
With Mauser’s raised
For their unified salute
Once tame reveries
Lunged forth
With a primal hunger
As the world softly droned
In comfortable monotone
War raged inside
In short harrowing bursts
Unraveling my fabric
In every mile conquered
I recovered with haste
Through white, luminous halls
My nerves
Stewing in agony
Fearful, of the nights to come
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Tuesday, September 9, 2014
A Traitor's Thoughts
I bear traitorous thoughts
In the sneering eyes
Of swift passersby
One glance
One quick swill
Is all
That is truly required
To retain the entire narrative
Of a turncoat’s cowardice
Yearning, to revise skin
I hold traitorous thoughts
Earlobes that quake
To mankind’s
Every tune
My words blossom
True to their own flair
Instilled, with their own customs
That singe away, at timid hearts
I hold treacherous thoughts
That lead frail minds
Through a maze
Of unending distress
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Monday, September 8, 2014
Truth-Bearing Romance
They embarked gleefully
For the hopeless void
Yearning to elope
To be free of scalding glances
Beyond all voices
The shrill cries of guardians
A truth-bearing romance
Was swallowed whole
By a charitable
Merciful distance
Hidden away
Their affections flourished
As they traveled carelessly
Along the curves and contours
They conjured as one
Carnivorous huntsmen
Remained in savage want
For young romance
To be undone
Torn asunder by strife
Yet defiance bound
The eternal pair
As they voyaged onward
True to themselves alone
Sunday, September 7, 2014
For the Greater Fable
They are black lines
Lumbering
Toward certain oblivion
Unaware of their purpose
Of the truth they bear
Within their every morsel
They march onward
Driven
By the edge
Of a madman’s quill
Sewing shut
The greater fable
Laboring, for the close
Of worlds carefully spun
Black lines
Cannot waver
If steady hands
Lead them on
The Dormant Soul
Nothing stirs within
In the hours I depart
Thoughtlessly roving
Among
Patches of green
Cradling
Their newborn
Springtime shades
I am boxed in
Bound to eternal grey
Trudging through
Its lifeless and hollow refrain
How I yearn to be winded
Truly, devoid of words
To be fully engulfed
By the agony of raw emotion
I must
Reclaim exhilaration
Or wither
Starved, frail, and forgotten
Friday, September 5, 2014
Ironclad Fighters
Falling salvos
Pummeled me with bare fists
And the earth danced wildly
Colors mingling
As I caved with haste
Forward I tumbled
Coursing with peril and shock
My bones still thundering
Ringing
As the curtains were drawn
Nightfall was brief
As I struggled to ascend
Reclaiming my resolve
To seize the faltering day
Like deafening howitzers
My arms slaved onward
Blazing with vigor
Toiling, upon mangled flesh
We were the ironclads
Consigned to our time
Boiling over
With primal hatred
We were the ironclads
Hopelessly marooned
To an isle
Preserved, only in mind
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Far from Triumph
How easily
I become hollow
Far from the mountains
I’ve sculpted with care
So swiftly
I become derailed
A tower of ruin
Overrun by despair
Exhaustion clings
Forcefully
And the earth grows silent
Withering, unclaimed
How I’ve thoughtlessly
Disbanded
Succumbed to a fear
I've coddled deep within
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