Posted by admin on January 21, 2012
A principle dictating impossibility
For the mouse who builds her house
In the upturned fields
Of God’s creation.
The fog that blinds the treachery
Planned for me by my own heart
Beneath golden dreams
Of temptation.
A pen or pixel – keystroke beneath
Glaring LED – drops hopes
Hurriedly for tomorrow
Of absolution.
The colored page steady time reveals
Is blank for another long hour
That brings no assurance
Of resolution.
Another power comes – not lightly –
To shed brilliant heat
On the crumbled ashes
Of dejection.
A voice whispers, a call pleasantly
Promises peace; I hear
Soft sweet songs – promises
Of inspiration.
Posted by admin on January 13, 2012
In the mirror a monster stares
At an unfamiliar world–
Full of tears born of steel claws,
Needle fangs and acid tongue–
Born of a naive nightmare
In a bacchanalian rage
Under the cold stars of selfishness,
Between the sheets of pride.
This mirror beast glowers
At a repentant heart.
Does the beating blood
Carry the strength of change?
Does the beating blood
Echo only past lies?
This heart, this brain–twisted
In confused wires–needs hope.
True blood, do not fail
To turn this loathsome Hyde.
Posted by admin on January 4, 2012
Forever.
A day plus a day plus infinity.
Happiness, bliss, one day
rolls from joy to joy, merrily.
Forever.
But longing, ingratitude, spite -
these vampiric voices
bleed out the happy night.
Forever.
An infinity of pleasure,
An eternity of horror,
Which do you choose?
Forever.
The mind’s eye sees
the illusions it creates,
your view of eternity.
