Migratory stories linger Across memories of a flowered love Not possessed of any human being But a fire like plutonium

When I bury my own needs and my own feelings to try to keep the peace I am left feeling like a ghost.

Open up Dysfunctional Sacred devils and Fallen angels Wounded beasts Healing heads Rising oceans and Hurricanes

Unmake me In darkness discreet In sacred shadow In secret flames Undone Punctuated breaths Reaching equilibrium Between life and death...

A naked dread Silently built Preternaturally indwelt But seldom understood

I prefer the dirt and the darkness Hidden under, hunched Buried in freshly fallen leaves By the pit I'm swallowed up Elder things of...

Brought before the elders Anchored here Seeking the vampire's kiss Chained by fragments of lust Abrasive diamonds Burning agony inhaled by lungs A self-inflicted poison Toxic Taken in micro-doses With eyelids shut and heart open Aching Tied to a barren future Erosion splits those atoms Delineating truths With resonance cascading Schrodinger's remorse Guiltless Beguiled by a shelter still refused Now dwelling in shadows past Remembering Old Fezziwig and dance With delicate occ

Ligaments And limb by limb Fresher air Intimate Caught in actions Adrenal Flying Colors Bleeding down Pressed against the night Swallowing Without self-control Gasping in prayer Out of straws to grasp I lower melancholy strings To melodies I dance Hung like marionettes Growing discordance Glowering Moon Spread with a vengeance Never singing out Made of tougher stuff Stones out on the wall Bones of giants lost By a Philistine repaired Such elegant music Hunting the twang Memor

They used to say if you died out there in the mines they'd keep you alive, hook you up to a machine, make you less than a man... or maybe...

Legend. Sometimes our feelings can seem so meaningless in the grand scheme of things. We aren't taken seriously, our voices aren't heard,...

No dog in the fight. Beaten down and broken by the world and ready to accept any state of existence that seems even remotely novel or...

If I could explain it I wouldn't be here again With these colors in my hand And these words on canvases If I could remember I'd find my...

We're off the edge of the map, Jack Of Monsters and Margins Off the edge of the map Where monsters are in the margins The devils in the...