All that’s left is a silhouette
Screaming out in bursts of steam,
Each echo, forever damped.
Each heartbeat, forever cold
And solemnly lifting this black trailing gown
Lightly off Lucifer’s cold ground,
Frozen unevenly like ghastly daggers
So elegantly strapped
To my heaving chest in triumph.
And so fades thy vision.
Tag: black
Lifeless (day 1675)
I have alarmed
The blackest darks,
A place I dare not seek.
Yet even so
With all my quotes
I’m still as lifeless
As thee.
Oddities of Foggy Evening Travels (day 1660)
Aghast! The land was ever black
Shifting around with all despair
Clouds rolling in Gaia’s hair
And I, loosing my way back.
Should think I would leave no slack
To bring my hems, save no fare,
Back to the toil I’d never dare
Leave alone, I had a knack!
Then all at once I felt a tap
That brought me back into my senses
Clinging tightly to the shore
I un-scrolled my handy map
Which led me betwixt two broken fences
And I, my heart, agape no more.
Black (day 1599)
I remember your hair when it turned black.
It reminded me of reflection off the lake
As night rolled in from daylight.
I saw ravens circling around
And the nightlife lights shining neon
In a jet set latex of thrills.
It was 70s underground
That had no part in funk.
I remember how tight the black looked,
How sharp it felt and cleanly it cut.
I could see space ships taking off
Into an outer limit that redefined blackness
With foreign substances like black holes and galaxies.
But most of all, I remember how much life
Existed within those black walls,
How friends moored for comfort
And looked for desire and found life
And how even your stare
Was pure blackness through my eyes of sight.
I remember your trance,
And how looking into it intrigued me so much,
That I knew of nothing else but the
Strange affliction it had on my pulse.
Today black is all I wear.
I cloth myself because I have become itself,
Lost in an experiment of dance,
Too foolish and too free yet
To back down and bow
Before the queen I know
The blackness you are.
And I will rest here at your feet
Awaiting the smoke to clear and
Lift the sharpness licking my brain.
Pen Blotches (day 1575)
I cannot grasp what it will mean to send you off again,
What it will mean to let you go;
Finger tips to finger tips and not looking back
And hearing the roar of big jet planes
Overcome my trembling heart
That fleeting moments have left disoriented,
Direction home now jumbled and unrecognizable
Like the clouds you’ll soon be looking down upon.
I cannot find solace in a text to voice ratio,
In a line to line heartbeat filled of stories from afar.
But I will write until my pen blotches all my
Blank pages sad, and leaves my exclamation marks
Simple puddles in a mess.
So come back soon,
Before my heart begins to beat too soft a vibration,
And my pen runs out of black.
Metal Show (day 1536)
Black on black
Hair through the air
Guitars on guitars
A Night with the Antichrist (day 1341)
Black and chrome
Ancient symbology
Free flowing ale
Tattoo (day 1320)
Inject, repeat
Landscape alteration
Black itch
Push Me (day 1151)
Push me.
Push twilight hours into dark corners
That swim amongst nevermore, nevermore.
Push my symbols into vertical black lines
Twisting about blurred vision scapes.
Push elephant hoof raindrops
Deep within my exposed and crackling skin.
Push out spring bloom’s beauty
Like a healthy garden explodes.
And if the camping hustlers deny
Engulfing catalytic tremors,
Then I shall be forced with all my might
To push my crows to vigor.
Decorate My Lapel (day 1016)
If we don’t lose it all
Then how much do we lose?
Knot worn and grumpy,
En-sensed long and tall,
A scapular in my heart,
A devil to my breath.
Where wicked thoughts laughter
Knees into our death;
My agony shelters fluttered beats
From wisdom setting free.
Decorate my lapel
Like honey in my hair,
18 mistakes I’ve made;
Black beckons fate.
Letters smudging fade,
Discourse setting deep,
Concubine’s white cotton leather
And my divine.