The Veil
13:01, palpitating pages await their turn to be torn
Ill crossed by the perverted tide that leaves an endless mark
Wound shadowed by illusions of unknowable dead
All those mixed messages, a flare in the ugly night
You tell me I’m a God and then you tell me I’m a failure
A shot of blood in the eye before the nocturnal takeover
When the light comes you tell me to wait it out
While it saps every sapient soul within its palette
When the night comes you tell me to clear all doubt
For the devil’s hand lurks in the dark
The center of the universe is found in my spinal cord
The origin of all pain in this land we call form
Bells toll ceaselessly, weighing in on the organic grove
Aware of the unawareness of my awareness
That my captor possesses no tangible shape
You precede this reality and tell me to keep consuming
You tell me to soak up everything, to hoard it all
But everything cracks and falls off with a single rush
Until one day I wake up, birthed into nothing
And for but a brief instant, The Veil lifts
Metaphysics
Oz’s dreamscape, fixed in gold crumbs
Seized by desolate entropy and rained in
The planes listening to one sound well
Spitting out a ricochet of tabled seeds
Few here, we are the bloodsmokers of rubble
Excavate the scape now, reveal all potentialities
My dreams are prophetic, I see glinted lives
A vision of splitting firecrackers under moongaze
While the old toads chewed on leftover pizzas
Fireflies would glide on the world’s thin line
Alighting the plight of those who’d stop to see
Stopped time morphing out of blinders
–
Riveting wind, clasp my throat
And set flame to my bones
I run, my last thoughts
Should’ve taken the bus
A brisk breeze flips on me
Scornfully smacks my lips
With inebriated force
To swallow its stifled shores
As red lakes run over ashen skin
And tell me of my false mortality
While observing, far from time
With pointed, shivering breaths
A moment of death, frozen in space
–
I whisper in the shadow of time
Grazed by moonshine and light
And the glare of the wild
I scourge earth in the time of shadows
Flares on crumbled reapers
Ultraviolet rays of the weavers
Untitled
As I burrowed under the comfort of
Shallow shell shocked leaves
I had a heart attack on a ranch
Bottled damage from liquid solace
The last thing I bore witness to was a
False memory of a fallen moment
A fragment of a time when I
Drank a spirited word and bashed
The head of a calamitous chud
Then crunched on clicked on beans
But that was long before I knew that
I’d be done in by a congenital part
Rather than all the lifelines I
Choked away
–
I sat and watched them all
Take the escalator to heaven, a place
Formed of brick, bones and salted sollipsism
A freakshow led by the same old hatted madders
Brought on by a drift of titl, swaying in
Forwards, backwards, and all the way up
I saw them, skipping steps in that ecstatic fashion
To which we all rush to form our front pages
One of them looked back, hoping to get off
With the eyesight of a blinded fish
As others surged forward with ferocious grips
On the grasped handle, lurching to the front
The Immortal
I broke bread with an immortal
Whose breath carried the flask
Of ancient tender bones
And asked him if he was up
For some rocket league
Self Murder
The night I immolated myself, I stared into the eyes
Of a shattered mirror, its fragments tearing into my gut
We rode across the sea of star crossed lovers
And drank some soda at the edge of the world
We toasted to glamorous waterfalls and crunchy frogs
Then told stories of the war where my eye, gouged out
Resembled the pits of frost, punished-sent
And when I came to, I saw you shake my hand
Without a word, your soul broke into tears
And drove away to a place I would never see
The night I immolated myself, I thought of burning
In blighted cauld, my veins bright with gold
But in deepest, sealed whispers, I knew it then
That I’d shatter my own heart and bleed it to scale
Turn it to mist, and ravage the river of blood
Of which my birth was cool and flayed
And in the loudest of nights
I froze this land, encased in fear
Anxious and awaiting the end of pain
Through my self murder
Untitled
It was late midnight
When I noticed a crack appear
In my golden vinyl
Night Flame (left unfinished)
Their words, doused and scurried off the scourged web
Lit in obtuse census, consensus of death parted them
They fanned the dark and waited, the siren of seas torn
Asunder, bit and hobbled, skimp and huddled
The creaking plank that held up its end of the bargain
When the last man out was forced to walk it to its final end
Contingent on the whim of monsters
And so whirled in folly
The bite
Nothing
They always say it has to come from inside you
But I ripped my chest open and found nothing
I tore my heart asunder in search of that thing
And was met with a mere roaring silence
Those that leave echo the world around me
Not products of my own but an imitation
The eye in my mind guarding the exits
Waiting eternally for a prisoner who exists not
Guarding eternally a cage that entraps the wind
And when they proved that they existed
No traces lead back to their home
All footsteps washed away by echoes
Of a pale imitation of the self
Castle in the dark
There’s a castle in the dark
White shadows lead up the steps
One by one, flickering up a storm
That stretches into the image
Of a torn letter burning in the trash
These hands are to blame for the light’s cowardice
Shifting and shivering in the confines of black dawn
While the darkest depths of the shaped dream yawn
As they paint the castle delving down into spacelessness
That I guarantee you will be free in 36 years is a fact
Leave the castle and burn the ashes of its ash
Erase the pink sheets of the royals bed
That swept you up daily in their sight
Erase the portrait of the artist that led you there
A scribbled chokehold that cursed you forevermore
Leave the blood strewn out on the black carpets
Of a corridor that never seemed to cease cowing
In 36 years or so
The castle will have faded
And you will finally be free
Titleless
Two hundred years after the world ends
The voice of the unheard will break out
From the under hash whelmed into them
For millenia upon a frozen time
The unheard will let their voices distill
The echoes of shadow will grow over the sun
And catch the leaves of ground in their dead palms
And print the nuclear cocoon of a starly furnace
As a response to the lethal lengthed fuzz
The unheard will let their cries be hydrated
Once they breathe in the shallow of an empty earth
A still warmly cooled off blackness
Metaphysical fossils everywhere
And none left to hear the unheard
fountain
There is a fountain in my bedroom
Its blue glow heralds the green lantern
And sinks to the ceiling’s topside
Shining above mercurial flashes
There is a fountain in my bedroom
that gives birth to stars inside its pool
That drop below to the depths of dust
That screech an inflamed purgatory
There is a fountain in my bedroom
All signs of fury erased in a frenzy
Upon the moon light a side
Enclosed like a gateway
Room on Fire
Room on fire, breath catcher on my lips, disservice on my tongue
Pixels pixels everywhere, catch your friend and drop dead thrice
The roof of my own, on my own, will collapse shortly
Chase those hiccups and strike first before they pounce
Fry the dried flung wrist and shake the cobalt within
They found now, my blue blue world, sunken cost
Nerves are hitting, nerves are hitting, drop it dead
Fly away and screech in a heat scorcher, tell them then
Tell them, tell them of your tremors, your slippy grip
Point the silence to your heart and count it all now
Woke up with my left arm slashed off
Woke up with my left arm slashed off
Couldn’t feel the cracks of the withered bones
A weight off my left, left off my shoulder
Surgerized and done with, an inexplicable hole
Decimating the balance of my orion ways
Woke up and lost something today
Forgot what it was, just how important was it?
Somewhere on my left, if I could just reach out
But there’s nothing there to reach out with
But to not grab is to grab, a failed grasp is grasped
My left arm is gone
No pain, no trace left
Not a whisper
or a cry to warn
No wound to heal
Or bleed it out
Just the remains of a dead half fossil
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