Of End (day 1250)

My future is not to what end,
My future is of end that lacks in clarity.
For there shall be no tide
That leaves me jiggling in madness,
Clutching at the newly spent sands
Gathering about my consciousness.
Nor shall there be a whirlwind epoch
That holds in my madness
To set aside future battles
That crawl about my fingers
And draw my breath to an abrupt halt.

The Layers (day 515)

The urge is to cry
To roll up my sleeves
And drag my knuckles dry

Pity that holds hands
Hugs deeper than your throat
Meaningless dripping sands

Innocence that’s bleeding red
Hunger rolling eyes
Still lying naked on black night’s bed

Cupping breasts cold as ageless
And sipping wine with fine dark chocolate
Slipping through my anonimical mess

I die with the tears of acid
Flowing freely from the stone
Black with ash smelling acrid

Don’t lie to me angel face
Licking your feathers and pouting your lips
Desire makes death tangled with lace

Sands (day 344)

There will be no more when the sands of time drop their last kernel into the forbearing sea of thought
Amongst the gallows only the riddled few remain at their wits and cry out for more against the heat
Soon, too, shall man kind seek out the blissful revenge of what has eluded their existence
With bombs and conquerors and their unrelenting performance of celebrated efforts
The last drop shall remain frozen in the air like the memories of y’or
Without much hope for the removal of sinful elegance captured in the mind of the youth
Who strive for their lovers without concepts of legacy, without understanding of respect
But who knocks there, if not the newest hero of the day, with flashing armor and manicured demeanor
I shall present this final hour like the news of a landing, or the disappearance of a breed
And all those around shall mourn like a lover, lost with their thoughts and passive listlessness
And I shall sigh with eternal sadness that was thought to have died long ago; persevered none-the-less
Like them in their time and forgetful of mind, one kernel shall remain grasping at hope and sustain