I'm Starving

I'm Starving

How can you stab me . . ?

                      then blame me
for the blood on my hands. ?

        A verdict passed down . .

through a tapestry embroidered 
       by centuries of many tellings
  
  
I've studied
the positive side of negative

                 The stark geometry
                     of an empty room

      In choosing what to know
     
                       one also chooses
                      what not to know
 ...

NOW

What if

all time exist as now

          and now is experienced

everywhere in the multiverse

at the same time  .  ?

            The future nor the past  .  .

                 doesn't exist

                 as the future or the past 

the future can't be remembered

                       nor the past relived

                   the future and the past

                   cease to exist

               &#...

Let it Crumble

It's the lyrics
not the words

    the music
    not the chords

                 the hum
          the silent cry         
    
        a sacrament for a god
        who never replies

        
        Let it crumble
                Let it fall

        bones whisper dust
        from shallow graves
        
      &...

I Don't Like This S h i t

T o d a y  . .

is one of them days
that is so  f u c k e d  up

    that it almost seems alright

    days like this make me think
                         I need a shrink

    or I’m on the brink
    of some insane madness

        laying on a couch
                 sipping latte
            
        telling lies
        being analysed

                               by someone
    ...

Fracture

Truth is a blade
that cuts deep

    even when the wound
    is dressed in lies
    
        It does not dull
        does not bend
        
        a spine of obsidian
        in a world of smoke

        
                        d e c e i t  .  .
        
the traitor’s only scripture

     chants like a hymn
     carving deceptions into trust

      until th...

The Gravedigger's Lament

Beneath the weight
of bleeding hands

    the gravedigger bends ~

    too busy to sleep   
    his hands calloused and cracked
                        bear the brunt of war
    
            each shovelful of earth
                        a silent scream
                    

  a testament to the scale of death
        a ledger of loss etched in soil
    
    
    The smell of dea...

Elegy For a Falling Sky

When swifts and sparrows
                        rain like ash
           
           
         The eagle blind ~
         
         
        mistaking shadows
        for the sun’s last rites

        their wings once hymns
                        now fractured
             
        its golden gaze

Fossils

verdict etched
in the static of stars

    We are fossils
    in the making

                 Can’t be saved
               already damned

                            kneeling
         at the edge of a cliff
waiting to worship the fall

         Can’t let go
         by holding on

          g r a c e  .  .
        

                   ...

Echoes in an Hourglass

dry rosemary and regret
a shrine to what we swore
    
             memories a sieve
    echoes in an hourglass
    
    we bury what we are
    
    then dig up ghosts
    and call them holy
    

the beast stumbles
over its own shadow

                        cracked
     burdened by a truth
     no knife can flay
      

dining at bountiful tables

exquisite place settings                                &#...

The scent of Wreaths

The scent of wreaths
      permeate the air
    
    a funeral
    for truths never buried

                                 petals ~
           crisp like parchment
    
            w h i s p e r i n g   .  .

                what is mourned
                is not yet gone

        carve the ears of asses
         &...