Ore occlusion occident.
Zephyrus blue pshent.
Ichor wicker nicker sent.
Bent to leave a dent.
Chaotic code core commode.
Resonant red road.
Cackling crest cockerel crowed.
Roundabout reload.
Serendipity sprite see.
Toll trill tympani.
Yucca yawndrift yellow ye.
Xiphoid xylem xi.
Ravine ricochet relay.
Dread dead dawning day.
Alabaster planchette play.
Houses holy hay.
Fricasee flock frailty fold.
Broken bow old gold.
Baneful bell blossoming bold.
Cross child city cold.
Heliosphere haunt gaunt jaunt.
Grimace gore gauntlet.
Warlock whippoorwill weird want.
Blackening blind bet.
Psychology psychopomp.
Cheer career severe.
Dervish whirling stump sump stomp.
Pump it out of here.
Watch white wailing widow.
Frequency freak mystique.
Nuclear fine fission glow.
Tan the table teak.
If the sea becomes angry, head for land.
Sleep under a trampoline and driftwood hut.
Want becomes meaningless; paramount is need.
The North Star keeps the blackening sky aloft.
Gale force and rogues are on their night walk about.
God and sleep cannot come soon enough.
Dabs of pink monstrosities
stained her torn buttlebees
while bitter tabblecurs
stabbed her bare knees.
She lay upon the forest floor
as death teased her sad head
and numbing poison
paralyzed her blackening limbs.
'Twill be this evening
'fore she's found
by a skilled nursemaid
whom drags her to tothermeld.
Days shall pass with torment
while the lass heals with
dallies of sonderlils
laced with summerlice.
She will lose one leg
yet she will rise with gratitude
and kiss the grundlesky morn.
I've severed my conscious from the backplates of my brain. I’ve pleated vine and cord through the cracks of my rib, bedsores spreading across my ever-paling appearance. I haven't left this hole in weeks.
I get nauseous at my own proof of life, conviction, correction of every flaw flowing out the gaps in my crooked mouth. I let insecurity envelop me, so I hide. I hibernate through nightfall and shorter sunshine. I paint powder over blemishes and broken bones. I crave to be coddled in frozen droplets and sheer fabrics that cool my skin; But I can't bear to be draped in anything but harsh winter coats and the pudge that distorts my figure.
Maybe, I'm addicted to hatred. A taste so strong I can only starve it out of my system - though I'd drown in the taste of every regret I've shoved down. Every loss of control is sharp at the end, blackening my ivories and souring my savory-sweet till I'm all overt ailment and I can't salt the snow that strikes me.
Over time, I've been pricked and prodded. What is now only winter breath replacing empty calories down my throat. What was once soft snowfall is now avalanche, and I can't bring myself to do anything but lay down and freeze.
Why did it always feel so devastating
As each new flame I was tenderly holding
Faded away before my heart blackening
From smoke and mirrors, while suffocating.
Sometimes we're sacrificed to rooms void of light.
To the caw of the crow and the scent of the night.
Silk of the mind, breached by snakes -chains of cold.
Moment by moment they peck away at the soul.
Roses and razor blades strewn on the ground.
Gifts have been given to help figure it all out.
There are hordes of dark forces willing to devour you.
Only a few angels commissioned to buffer the blue.
Blessed light poking through blackening veins.
Cherish the warmth like drought does a cool rain.
Take your sledgehammer soul, shatter the shroud.
It may take a few blows, but it'll surely come down.
Gather up the roses; leave the razors behind.
Pay homage to angels-step gently into the light.
Harvest the sweet honey from the silenced hive
Embracing the grace of birdsong and shine on.
The whooshing of threadbare curtains cuts through deadening silence,
while shadows on the wall toy with a hermit's sanity.
The graze of unseen, jagged fingernails scrapes against sweaty flesh,
injecting poison into subcutaneous tissue,
unwieldily setting the stage.
A heaviness of humid, stale air presses down on compressed lungs,
as maniacal laughter bounces off cracked ceilings.
Buzzing flies circle, swooping down
just to taunt—then vaporize into nothingness.
Muttering voices cling to the inside of a failing cranium,
overtaking a discarded soul, slowly stripping away morality.
Irises blacken, then return to sapphire, before blackening again.
Sitting, rocking back and forth with arms wrapped around legs,
speaking in tongues—
the transformation has begun.
A shattered will; possession seems inevitable.
Fighting feels increasingly hollow.
The smothering venom accelerates.
Chattering crescendos
until your body becomes complete chaos,
and what's left of your soul is trapped within a cage,
locked deep inside the pits of demonic despair.
Why don't I sleep?
Those creepy crawlies under my bed
Those monsters in my closet- they’re
in my head instead
The rotten apple is my heart
I’m alone in the dark
That black blanket pressing
Down, down, down
Cocooned and captured
Yet comforted:
The absence of sounds
Whilst my thoughts drown
Sleeping is for the weak
I’m alert. Sound the sirens, alpha to delta
When am I ever off duty?
I deserve a pay rise
I need a break
I want to feel
I’m stuck as this burnt out star
In the blackening night sky
And I wonder why
black bags under my eyes
Who’s surprised
When I don’t sleep
Sheer me, relieve me
Of some sort of substance
i feel it as the days drifts
Yet night is when I’m still
Grounded in the covers; quilted handcuffs
Maybe I am guilty- is this my penance?
At least in the darkness I can’t see
In the darkness I’m not me
Why don’t I sleep?
Maybe the person in the morning
is not someone I want to be
Find fortitude and strength when life gets tough
Keep going when the future's looking rough
Step back from those whose only claim to fame
Is deceitfully blackening your name.
Sadly there are those who will bring you down
Turning smiles upside down and brows to frown
They’ll get their comeuppance, yes that is true
For God knows exactly the bad they do.
He will look out for us, no matter what
Some things are certainly never forgot
So live in the peace that's truly deserved
Enjoy each moment, forget someone's curse.
Silence listens when one’s being back stabbed
One day those guilty will get their own back.
I Love You
Smokers of the world unite
Keep that ciggie burning bright
Nick O’Teen is having fun
Clogging, blackening the lung
Don’t you know that it aint smart
To let that fiend into your heart
There won’t be any looking back
After fatal heart attack
And when the girl that you adore
Says she’ll kiss your lips no more
She’s looking for a smoke free zone
Leaves you standing all alone
When you're just a year from death
Pleading, begging your next breath
Even though you've never seen her
Meet your new friend Emphysema
So smokers of the world unite
Keep that ciggie burning bright
You'll never have a friend so true
When every drag says, I love you
This mixed message was brought to you by
The Devil Himself Hua hua hua hua
wild wind whipping
trees bend and thrash
leaves rudely torn off
gardens trashed
blackening skies
presage the storm
rain drops attack
and hail pellets form
shattering glass
in windows and doors
denting parked cars
as a deluge pours.
dark cloud funnel
from the northwest,
veers as it wanders
at its whim’s behest
sending shingles aloft
people to basements
flooded streets paved
with pieces of casements
bedframes and couches,
bedsheets and books
leaving nothing but rubble
of old neighborhoods
hiding in terror we
hear all the ruckus
and pray the capricious
storm will bend by us.
bubbling blackening putrefaction
completing the first stage
decomposition of prime elements
gray matter decay
decay of prime matter
what matters is that you save nothing
transmute
analyze existence
release
infuse the prime matter
the elements composition
flour
gold
magnesium, zinc, copper
calcium(?)
selenium, wolfram
sodium, sugar, copper
chromium
nitric acid
lead
Roaming over the wheatfields
their joints a-cranking
insecticide fog blankets the air
Oklahoma dustbowl bleeds
Relics of a bygone day, all angles they move
ravaging fields and pests, pests and fields
wheels of progress a-churning away
blackening golden grain
~ pests' entree, noonday
In the land of Abraham
The soil cries out with blood,
For Cain has killed Abel
Over 30 thousand times
Not content to take
His brother's life,
He takes the lives
Of friends and family,
Stripping the land bare
For future settlements
God's chosen people,
Angry with grief,
Rain down unending wrath,
Bursting above Arab homes,
Blackening buildings
And souls,
Breaking bones
And hearts
While Palestinian pleas
For peace
Are drowned in rubble
And wails of mourning mothers,
Whose sons will never wake to see
Their broken homeland
Returned.
Uncalled,
quite uncalled,
Stood the unexpected
rap.rap.rapping,
rapping at my door.
Disaster’s specters
blocked my way,
As through the window
slipped the unimaginable,
While down the chimney
howled the unthinkable,
Hovering near, encircling,
nailing windows shut,
pulling all the shades
blackening to black all within.
Ah, yet to be sure, yes,
yes, to be firmly absolute,
To absolutely squelch
any lingering shadow light...
If be it there
hiding,
cowering and afraid...
They so bespoke their chorus,
echoing
in solemn judgement:
To waylay our stay
there be no way,
For many many
days on days
muchmany a day
Here shall
we be we be.
Shall here
we be.
Uncalled.
Uncalled we’ve come.
Come to stay
With you.
Here.
In the dark.
In your dark.
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