Twin Ravens

No need to straiten,
I've been dire for months,
Dining and dying
On bile and blood.
Fusobacteria
For a feast no one eats,
The ending result
Of an unkindness of kings.
In the eyes of the Truth
There is no art,
Even a lie
Betrays your own heart.
Two sides to the coin,
Two sides to the grave,
How many more sides
Do we need to explain?

I have grown tired
Talking in vain.

Pranayama

Do you ever feel like a skeleton when you breath?

A gymnasium of bones all enclosing around me

If it really encompasses every single thing 

Can I begin to see?

As in,

A hermetic dress,

I’m dumb.

I’m deaf.

I’m numb.

I’m blind.

I’m deaf.

I’m dumb.

Speechless, cupboards boarded on,

Bleachers, watching until it’s gone,

A splash in the pond,

Lochness,

This is my likeness,

Every single thing,

A sophic imprint,

Poetic wane,

The power of the people will never change,

In this I bear witness,

Somethings will always change,

Then who can lay blame?

Will only the blameless be slain?

Bitch, it ain’t Easter,

Ain’t no candy up in that egg, 

It’s more like a fucked up Dali nightmare,

The Orphic Stain,

It remains a fixture,

An entire landscape of suffering and pain,

I mean, what more to witness,

There is no hell, princess,

Other than the one we live in today.

An ember burns in the deepest place,

I must have found my ace.

I miss you dear, the fire stares,

And the theta waves awake.

Rough

Can you know what grows

With each blank and pitiless gaze,

The black hole inside of every sun,

The beast in every cage.

Gg

She welcomed me in with a grin and a hello,

You look like a sin but you’re such a nice fellow,

She spoke in a way that struck me as fallow,

The language I learned as I hung from the gallows.

I spent last night in a basement on the hill,

If the remedy doesn’t kill me, I know that I will,

I have these friends that must keep me alive,

And a poem that wonders, who sees through these eyes?

I can see it one way visibly,
but I know,
there are sides to both sides.
Wrinkled patterns infinitely echo
fine in my mind.
And out there in the contours
and the freckles of your eyes,
a constant strength is flickering,
burning embers so refined.
The darkness in my soul is lost
within your old design;
youth has lost its innocence
before they were yet refined.
Surely some revelation whispering
within the basin of our times,
follow each deception
til there is nothing left to find.

Dollhouse

I used to imagine somebody hanging from the rafters
but that was just the wind in my head.

A head full of grass
to burn this hollow man.

Cause once you're gone
you can never come back,

it's always out of the blue
when it's into the black.