Poets

Poets

Going the way of the sword

Extinguished by the march of time

Still some are called to rise

Words

Manipulated by new generations

Where convenience is all that matters

Punctuation and art have long since desolved

Brother

When the brakes give out from underneath,

And the one who has carried you all this time is exhausted.

Picture frames relinquish the nails suspending them on walls.

All I ask is this.

Brother, do not shatter when you fall.

When the crops are under famine after years of dependence,

And even the sun hides itself behind the clouds.

Those who've fed you are starving.

All I ask is this,

Brother, do not shatter when you fall.

And when your heart is in need of rescue and peace,

Everyone is gone and there is solitude.

The world falls down through space freezing like glass.

All I ask is this,

Brother, do not shatter when you fall.

Useless

Pouring sugar on this polluted wasteland

The sunlight reaches into the holes of the mask

False hope to accomplish impossible tasks

This unflinching wheel ignores the dirt underneath 

Debate until their lungs are like raisins

Rocky shores await those on the cliffs edge

Hearts cry out in eternal exhaustion

Drowning with unperceivable rescue 

Wave

I am but a solemn wave,

on my long venture to the sand.

In this ocean I was erected.

When I reach the beach I’ll fade.

I am but a silent wave,

spectating gulls in search of food.

I leave no mark as I pass underneath,

unnoticed from entrance onward.

I am but a satisfied wave,

as I glimpse upon the shore.

Nothing accomplished on the journey.

In the end I didn’t exist at all. 

Utopia

Until the last grain of sand has arrived on the bottom,

Until the sky is devoured whole by the mouth of "progress",

Until the King falls to the earth at the knees of the peasant,

Until the stars in the heavens are eternally extinguished,

There will be no Utopia

Behind The Mask

A land of freedom and liberty,

That's the mask on the monster.

Trade your time for coin and drink!

Work to eat and eat to live,

But why do we live?

Weak bones rattle in the jungle.

Insect death and immune system failure.

The lead produced by freedom,

Finds refuge in the young boys neck!

Are we a land of ignorance?

Gentle doves turn to blind vultures,

A transformation of the soul.

When the victims stands on the edge,

The heart rots to black nothingness!

Feel the killers pulse.

Hikikomori

His heart beats once daily
Finding comfort is isolation
A river of life used to flow here
Now this place is barren

Denying offered hands
Hatred consuming his heart
Escape is unforeseeable
The grave is all but filled

Penicillin

Penicillin

Smoke rises

Cherry brightens

Forgotten Crisis

Whiskey rain

Senses Deafen

Illusions Blending

Mind mended

Whiskey rain

People Losing

Failed Students

Still Boosing

Whiskey rain

Ending

Falling through the cracks of a dead society of fools

The tired warrior sheathes his sword

The time for bloodshed has expired

Yet the human condition remains a parasite to its host

This vile creature screams in agony

Hate flows through the mans restless soul

Consuming itself from the inside

All that will remain are brittle bones

Prose: Gnawing of Flesh

  "We fall away from the truth and seek foolish pleasures.  That is the true essence of man."

  It was a dark night.  The storm from earlier that afternoon had all but faded away.  I walked through puddles so black i appeared to be a silhouette in the reflection.  Blood dripped from my sword into the murky puddle below, transforming it like red dye.  Faint screams of terror and anger rung in my ear like mosquitos.  Feelings of regret clawed their way to the surface of my thoughts. I exhaled them with a trembling breath.  "Why?!  Why did it have come to this?!  If only...!!!"  My thoughts raced like mad hordes of buffalo.  On the surface I appeared calm.  Inside I was a pyramid of card surrendering to a unsympathetic north wind.

Finding Lost Worlds

Fantasy Fades

Destroying Disassociation

Falsifying Failures

Enlighten Errors 

Fog

We are undeserving of the air we take for granted
This cage we so foolishly named "mother"
Toxic smoke fogs our thoughts and engulfs our third eye
We are alone now, for all the stars have vanished

Metal birds light the melancholic night sky
Barely visible through the eerie fog of ignorance
The fall of man masked by the march of progress
In the end the dark will resemble the beginning

Onward

Whilst the snake sheds it's skin

Leaves crumble and crack

Whilst the bear comatoses 

A cloud becomes quiet

Seconds are endlessly fleeting

Slipping from grasp like grease

Illusion fuels the engine of time

The clock tower has fallen