Long Ill omened Poems

O August, I feel subtle scents
of dandelion days melting,
like spring falls of delirious diamonds,
while memories of sentimental sapphires
flow amidst clouds of colorblind cruelty,
revealing how butterflies
from the temple of fragmented armors
abandoned my spirit
at the altar of...

Read More

Here rests the realm of the
thorn-tongued truth ~ 
a mortal mirage of doomed pentacles,
where forks and kettles speak
  the language of witchery,
  the dialects of the diabolical,
listening as feral desires fill
the aquatic hues...

Read More

Just one dusk at the terminus,
the hourglass will shatter.

No more pain,
no more suffering,
just the silence
of a penance without sentence.

My feelings,
a procession of punishments.

My condolences
to all those victims
who drowned their vigilance
in the bowels of negligence.

No allegiance
to...

Read More

I s t r e t c h my arms,
caressing collapsed dreams,
l o s t 
within the 
debris of darkness,
rising from the 
volcanic vortex,
drifting with scorching fragments
resembling a love turned to ashes,
from scarred skin and...

Read More

L o v e ~ a crippled nightingale
b u r n i n g in bronze tears
of tornadoes,
limping and writhing,
screaming for release,
but
what if I am the mistress
        ...

Read More

As crystal glacier, suspended in the onyx air,
bleeds darkness kissed with saline sadness,
clouds tiptoe through trapped phantom winds,
dripping sinister creatures rising from the
egoistic eyes ~ cracked illusions reflecting the underbelly of
fragrant fountains ~ an inverted...

Read More

As black birds, bad luck shadows us,
For we have many personas like trickster
Or ill-omened out caster, cast away
No matter how our broken speech sounds.
Our mere presence spark uncomfortable discourse.
How many chances can they take with...

Read More

As I look back on the torrent winds of the fate that mars my mind.

Back at the measured erosion of my convictions.

Back at the losing elements of my loving drive to conquer.

Back on the relationships...

Read More

“I like my lover's heart blackened with a deeper shade of darkness, where the ravens and I can rest in peace.”  Ann Marie Eleazer  

She had her potions ready, plus an arrow etched...

Read More

That beast that prowls and lurks
Always on the doors opposite side
Primeval and fetid scents rising
For it is here evil resides
Locked within these crumbling walls
Or so I have come to believe
In these halls distant and aloof
Ill-omened...

Read More

From assassins fleeing but finally spotted, 
One’s good image guarding and still it is blotted;
An ill-omened murderous car
Crushing one’s guiltless star!

A team playing out its heart but lifting no trophy,
Zero approbation bagging for one’s philanthropy;
A...

Read More

The setting sun swings from gold
To deepen into bloodshot red.
And as I sit alone upon the sand,
Of a long forgotten inlet bay,
I feel its fainting warmth, its ending joy,
As ill-omened gulls glide overhead
And screech away...

Read More