Forget it...

In this catalogue of pain,
Which page shall we turn to first?
Hyperventilating in my sadness.
Dying of this lonely thirst.

Choking on the audacity,
Suckling on the nipple of hatred,
The immense absurdity,
And being forever tainted.

Dying of a confused heart,
No one wanted to know me,
No one wanted to save me,
Not even my family.

So I leave my dying corpse,
On that immaculate bed,
Forget it, it's gone, it's over,
The source of your pain is dead.

Amid Sunshine

Vultures having
Found a feast
Gather 'round
The rotting beast
Pick and poke
Their prey to bone
Then leave the skele-
Ton Alone

Ants and fleas
Next get their fill
And somehow this
Is nature's will
How degrading
To degrade
Unless a flower
Thou hast made

Daisies, roses
Redwood Pine
Casting shadows
Amid sunshine
Watching lovers
Intertwine
Kissing, kissing
Amid sunshine

A Passing Thought #1

( The following poem was inspired by a poem written by A. M. Trumble )

If that I were to lament,
The waking moments I have spent,
Wishing I could be your lover,
I'd have time for nothing other.

If that I were to decree,
My never-ending love for thee,
My breath would weaken, growing old,
From all the words, to thee, I've told.

But if that I were to retreat,
And alas admit my own defeat,
Regret would be my mainstay, true,
Letting go of you.

And were that I would be so cruel,
Or worse yet, a blundering fool,
To offend myself and see you gone,
And wonder where my life went wrong.

Or if that I would be so sweet,
To once again let our arms meet?
Holding, never letting go,
This is how that you will know,

For once that I would be your friend,
And take your heart in hopes to mend,
And share a single, longing kiss,
Inside that Life, After This.

A Curse be on thy Home

I traveled to that curs`d dwelling,
Heart athump, swelling, swelling,
And aft mine eyes doth cast upon,
The house in which thy deeds are done,
I gazed at its un-glammour.

Brown, so brown, it reeked of root,
Moss and marble, ash and soot.
Hopeless, hopeless, stumble, stare,
Twisting, aching, in despair,
My thoughts, so clean, do clammour.

Silent screams, eluding sound.
Spinning, spinning, spinning, 'round,
Knowing that thy hand hath graced,
This spoiled, spoiled, spoiled place,
My limbs do creak and quiver.

Fright and longing, clash but wed,
Emotions, long I wished were dead.
Then tainted, tainted, tainted thought,
When sight of him, my mind doth wrought,
I shiver, shiver, shiver.

The presence of your lasting curse,
I feel it, feel it, worse and worse,
Gone, though somehow still quite there,
My affliction, rare, so rare,
Two girls now bare thy will.

Laughter was all that I heard,
Laughter, laughter, so absurd,
At what might girls so laugh upon?
But me, but me, upon their lawn!
Two girls, those girls, so shrill.

The Lovely Fall

(Music video beneath the lyrics)

If death be only my release,
To death I shall resign,
It's not for want or lack of pleas,
That brings this death of mine.

But that I've failed to hit my mark,
My aim was not so true,
And when I die, no angels hark,
Nay, they hark for you.
Nay, they hark for you.
They hark for you.
They hark for you.

No casket, no viewing,
No funeral, no friends.
No pictures, no words,
Just my lonely end.
Just my lonely end.
Just my selfish end.

No lovers, no family,
No preachers, no past,
No schoolmates, no worries,
Just hope, I die so fast.

If you wish to see my corpse,
You first must learn to swim,
And how to dive, and breathe, of course,
In the deep, Pacific rim.

The bridge of Coronado's stilts,
Are appropriately tall,
To force my polar ends to split,
Upon that, upon that lovely fall.

And now I feel this pretty place,
I seem to be surrounded,
I cannot look or turn my face,
In this new home,
In this new home I have found.
In this new home,
In this new home I have found.

The water changes colors here,
First blue, then green, then red,
The raining of my dropping tears,
Dropping, dropping, dropping, dead.