Snuff the Punk

And just bury the world in waves of flame As we carry the souls with outstretched hands

All alone we can't remember The time before this, when everything was bliss There is no quarter, no surrender There is no shoreline, no dock, for our sinking ships

Faceless culling Underneath the broken visage They drag us all into haunted oblivion

When all is said and done

There will be nothing left but the ashes Ashes, and time

Documentary

I am the sum of angles, she, houses divided

Our kismet supernovae, the heat of worlds colliding

I sing beneath your crashing waves upon my temple

A breath under the trees which helps to keep my tempo

In this life, every little stone upturns biology

Our foreheads wrinkled by all the universe we’ve studied

I fall into her open arms, when navigation runs aground

We paint in watercolors, fall asleep amid the sounds

Our palette is of flavors raw and sweet yet unrefined

Our hearts a mineral, leaving fossils yet to mine

As if the chairs of gods could ever stave our thirst to leap

Would you believe it if I caught you falling off your feet

All the hours we consume, every moment, me and you

Swept away into the dunes, every leaf makes a cocoon

The curves and crossroads

Our love is guided from the shoulders

Forever running downhill

Carving mountains into boulders

And though the trek is slippery, we hike to find such greenery

No podiums, no third degree, and every note a symphony

Alchemical Dependency

He traces once more over the same rickety boards

Finger nails on the floor, fingers nailed to his chore

Enthralled and impure, he mixing and masked

With the task amidst a flask - caps, corks, and clasps

Foreboding smoke floats, unyielding, a portent

Floating off the port, brews a pestilent mortar 

Toiling with corpses and torrential explosives

Diluted delusions and a warlock focus

In a spark of inspiration, he raises a glass

The contents froth a bruised hue of a bath

A dash of the daft, a pinch of the preposterous

Churns deadly disaster, mad gaseous and toxic

The frothy concoction expands and envelopes

Developing a traction, dissolving the felled fellow

Bellowing in the plumage but silent his proclamation

He wallowing and wasted, consumed by his potation

Wisdom Over Waffles

At coffee table congress, chewing a simian thesis

Great apes know there’s no wrong way to eat a rhesus

I’m spittin’ grapes of wrath with my heroes in academia

Workin’ for peanuts got us all going macadamia

I brown bag into the booth and spew a guttural tone

Until there’s no meat left to be seen on the bone

Drink of howling knowledge, nobody’s walking a strait line

We talk a fine wine that leaves red stains on our canines

So sop up the morsels with your favorite biscuits

Get some hops on the hud with your favorite misfits

For when the end is nigh, we trade fishes for truth

And get so high the dishes run away with the spoons

Time Machine

I just wanna get paid to be creative

In a time where the whole world is vegetative

I accelerate the words not to legislate, but

I want to cast these pearls out the window at eighty eight

I remember back in 93’

Nine year old me out in the streets just lookin’ for trees

One phone on the wall and we always sit down to eat

Already scheming short stories and tyin’ in these beats

My feet running black from kick ball in the streets

But before too long I’m 15 and workin two jobs

Trying to pay the light bill for my mom and pops

Strait A student reduced dutifully to washing dishes

Spending the nights trying to be the kid that I could reminisce in, but

From there on out it was like money took importance

No time for front porches it was grind or burn corpses

I lost everyone I loved and was forced to assimilate

Now I’m 35 I get excited over new dinner plates

I just wanna get paid to be creative

In a time where the whole world is vegetative

I accelerate the words not to legislate, but

I want to cast these pearls out the window at eighty eight

I’m not saying I hate workin, got that old school ethic

Just want to be something great before I my tools turn mythic

Is it too much to ask just to do what you love

And still pay the rent, have a life, and run a little amok?

Spent too many years fading into couches feeling sorry for me

Forgot about that little kid who was climbing a tree

Forgot about the wonder and hope I had for the plunder

Still clocking every day like a grandfather going under

Quietly in my little box I’m still rhymin’

Noisy like a rusted chain, and still grindin’

Never seemed to get the timing right

Too old for YouTube too young to give up the fight

I’m somewhere in the middle of procrastination and ability

I thank my dad for the diction, direction, and vocabulary

I thank my mom for the hugs and the love she helped build in me

But all this love still isn’t paying light bills unfortunately

I just wanna get paid to be creative

In a time where the whole world is vegetative

I accelerate the words but not to legislate, but

Still want to cast these pearls out the window at eighty eight

If Only In Dreams

A bruised collage seeps from wrinkles

Swelling in the corners of oblivion

Weeping into silhouettes

And I am mortified

The swallowing of ghosts, not

Exhaled, this useless exhumation of terror

As I melt beneath the surface

A reluctant hostage of inner monologue

Fading, and yet

This villainous vivication proves ever relentless

Unobtainable slumber what beckons

Slain, flirting this forsaken autopsy

Usher me quietly to the abyss

I beg of you, let me rest, just this once

Just once...

O’ grave lord, what be thy price?

Lift this purse of coin, of all possession

To usher this weary coffin nether

I plead from every sunken pore

Baiting the sand to envelope all...

To simply succumb

Am I cursed, never into the fold?

Thoughts teasing my futile release?

To ne’er wake again

To taste the succulents of lethargy

The bourne in this baneful dawn

Shatters such fealty in bestirring oneself

And before,

I must first

And only

Obtain

Sleep

Such apathetic agony

With not a guide, nor undertow

I will never

Obtain

Sleep

Only You

Pulsating arrhythmic

An ecstatic redundancy

Overflowing and chaotic

Writhing within subtlety

A glance, pouring over

A surreptitious hither

Intertwined, then tumultuous 

Occasionally smothered

But what’s following is patience

And fleeting feigned chagrin

Into infinite regressions

Kindled over barren skin

Her conflagration silenced

His breath a solemn coal

When the dousing is completed

They two, smolder in the folds

Apothecarried Away

Come one and all

For when the witches assail you

I sell mercury, coca leaf

And leaches for what ails you

I’ve got potions and potents

Remedies, renewals

For the poorest of paupers

To the bearers of jewels

Are there demons in your skull?

Faeries on your back?

A plague within your lungs?

Let me don my raven mask

I’ll place herb in the proboscis

For a filter and perfume

Now drink of this concoction

And once it is consumed

I’m afraid I must keep moving

Let me once more regale you

I sell mercury, coca leaf

And leaches for what ails you

A Buzz In My Ear

In an evening both near and estranged

I found just where to begin

There bled the daughters of stars

And we danced heavy on the wind

Beside an ocean of tranquility

Within the waves ethereal

We nestled on the sands to mark the burial

In sharing tongues and dreams amorously

Equipping stones which once had laden me

And nevermore will I thirst for such negative energy

And in a dawning clear and present

Where I lost what was the end

We found love in the teeth of giants

And I found my best friend

Casuistry Upon the Shores of Acheron

Blood washes from the muddied banks

Their frock soaks in the mixture like bread

Sickly forms, arms outstretched, those wicked

Consanguinity of the sentenced dead

The sky is bruised, skeletal crows hover shrieking

Their chords a hollow remorseful, distorted minuet

Some lash into the tides, in attempting to perish

They are defied, the ferryman perpetually collects

A tidepool swells, opaque, the gateway revealed

What rotten vessel lurches from beneath the swell

Upon the helm, Kharon rows with cinereal visage

Unladen he wades, surveying the harbors of hell

Some stutter on the untruths of their patriarch

Not only they wade, bearing the mark

All the kith and kin remain bleating

From the lungs, pouring forth to embark

Chanting, lamenting, they undulate, weeping they plead

Lingering, they wait for his list, and the culling of lambs

Coins spill from the purses as the sullied wane prophetic

All the victims, sinners, and the bulk of them damned

What We Leave Behind

The candle snuffed, this quiet eve A whispered prayer slips through the trees Pulling the curtain, eyes of glass She wallows deep in winters passed

Heavy the ashes of mourn within She buries them all beneath her skin Breath which collects upon the pane A sigh of the loss she can’t contain

Begging for solace, withholding spite Her phobias slave through the night Tears roll from chin and dot the floor A path cursed to tread here ever more

Awakened by flowers, subtle perfume He rubs his eyes and slowly blooms The indent barren, once she laid His senses are once again betrayed

Into the hallway, glints of smoke And but for a fleeting moment, hope He finds the moon spilled in the den A scene which reveals itself again

Refusing to swallow bitter proof The ground is stained with drops of truth Up on the window, a heart is drawn Every night since she passed on

Carving Caravaggio

Shudders reverberate through my spinal column, An act of lust and wrath as I press beneath your skin, Saliva excretes in drips, leaking from the crease of lips, Anxious, upon the table, ready to begin I force your mane betwixt those gangly knuckles, Grease ridden, curled, taught and black within the grip, I lift your nape and skull as the pores about your scalp are pulled, The jagged edge of artistry revealed from sheath at hip All breath falls heavy, forcefully it contacts lobe, Your lower jaw is slack from tension upon hair follicles, Malice beams behind my teeth, needing this to feel complete, I press the flattened steel as ice upon exposed apple Syrup weeps a solitary crimson streak, Down the hilt and rolling over thumb to wrist in stream, You whimper vowels as my visage turns to scowl, Release my grip, and from your breast escapes a scream I push my palm steadfast to the base of your skull, Downward to oak as the knife guillotines your epiglottis, An exclamation shortened, such release, such misfortune, Sated, the thirst to spill your blood upon my canvas

Belmont's Curse

A glow of gold emits from the highest turret Calling me home A silhouette of wings bursts into flames Breathing life to stone

From the river of sick at the tower base A beast most foul As the terrible monolith before me Echoes somber howls

Must reach the summit in time to save her She knows not his ways Inverted paths lead into spikes With steps that wind for days

The bats and bellfreys ring aloud Awaken decrepit dead And as I draw my blade from its coffin I swear to take his head

Skeleton witches Belching bile Coughing plasma Between their smiles I’ve never seen such madness I’ll not soon forget this From every one I’ll carve a heart To reach my love Back to the start I’ve never felt such sadness I’ll never beg forgiveness

Insanity pours from within my peripheral And now I’m sweating My lady calls from within his chamber And it’s unrelenting

My boots remove this hinged blockade Reveals my love in chains And the laugh of a thousand creatures of night Spell “She’s been dead for days”

I clench my teeth so tight they’re breaking Fighting tears of remorse Inside my mind is the pinnacle of torsion My love, a gutted corpse

The ruler of this castle has vanished into mist How long I’ve pursued She perished lonely, cold, and in agony Enraged at those long in tooth

My whip upon hip and a short sword by my side Cursed to chase this demon forever into the depths of night

D, F + FP

Crease the atmosphere in luminous flexing The curvature collapses in waves unrelenting, inhaling

As compressed atoms cultivate, forced between palms No facial expressions delegated, muscles calm A bellowing ball of kinetic apprehension Ignites under friction of infinite regression The very rods of blood carried beneath this flesh Exploding from vesicles pressurized to coalescence Combustion pours from nailbed to particlulate mass Encrypting the body with evaporating pyroclast Surreptitious glint, war cry of a thousand dead sons Culminating in geysers of greater aggressions

Kaishakunin

Find courage in a quarter, lost And grind your gut into steel Set root with knee, the frost Let none harken nor want for yield Guilty, an exchange of honor Spoils worth less to beggars cup As chenmage falls to shoulder Lineage wanes, ashes to dust

In the halls, they whisper...

Born, the flesh, ensnared Gnarled and pounded to dust Feeding on the strings of memory Nothing is relevant, everything rusts

Under the overseer Amid the sand and hempen binding Knees that buckle, palms left bleeding Imbedded bracers, sunlight blinding There’s a madness spreading in usurping fashion A fetid rash of rationality over rations A rationale of retaliation A cancerous folly of frothing frustration

The pen you offer is only dipped in hatred It will soak into the fibrous mass Over and over, this deadly calligraphy Will simply bleed into scriptures passed

Open ground and a deadly cascade makes for wonderful bedtime stories Stirring sounds of a ready brigade, taking air from lungs, forging widow stories

When the levee lets I hope there is breath in the depths of your conscience Enough left to regret The fault of your fret in this dwindling constant And as unrest resets Basking in nets of prophetic absence Marionettes at best Will finesse and caress into less existence

Ring in a Cooler

I swallowed fire While it flicked my knuckles

Then payed in spades, For a heart of sand

I split my aces While luck licked my fingers

And took the copper Off a dead, man’s, hand

Now that you see, there are no guts No glory Unfolding pyramids to watch them, Tumble down

There be no shelter here for thieves No solace So knock the deck and see it Come unbound

Beware of jokers in sleeves Who tuck the wayward king Be mindful of the company you keep

There’s jacks and there’s jackals Their shanks and their shackles To baffle those get caught fast asleep

So keep an eye out for a slight Transition

Learn the balance of the Highest regard

And trade your eulogies for Magic bullets

Tell me, truly now Is this your card?