Orbiting the Hole

Satelite swinging around the sun
No light given; reflecting none
Now empty host, now airless stone
Now wandering lost, cold and alone
This unsparkeling jewel; this dayless night
This gravitational pull, this starlit plight
Creeping through unending time, space so vast
Anchored still to loss-engravened past
Not remembered, not forgotten, forever here
Circling the stars forever, never there.

Judge-Of-Naught

I sit alone beneath
A vulgar glaring stare
She watches my soul
Through stained-glass eyes.
The gaze of death
Ashamed of me; of herself
Nothing gained, she tires,
Erects from her sitting posture
A grave
And leaves herself behind.

All Grown Up

What did it leave you with?
Cause and effect
Learning to turn
Ugly pages
Away...
Ugly dirt;
Foundation
Building the house
Higher
Crumbling away
Beneath
The fortress
Must
Keep everything
Inside
Battering ram
From within
Tortured walls
Pushing out
Unmended tear
Shreds
Huff
Puff
What are you
Left with
Now?

Mud

Malignant or benign
It doesn't matter when
Falling into the mud
Settling to the ground
Taking everything apart
Breathing dust
Of the bitter end
Means moving on
Betrayal of existance
Between the drooling jaws
Everything; a predator
Existance abuse
Into the mud
We fall
Again

Always

Blinding sun of scolding
Behold the sea of scorning
Never learn forever turn
The pages in a different light
It seeks another flight
Of sorrow; remains at rest
Shut the gate; anticipate
The ending of this fate
Yet always there, grinding
Seeking different hue
Somehow, I always knew...

Advantage

I sensed your pain
I smelled your fear
And I knew why
And so I
Crushed you

Chaos

Writhing people
Dirty chaos
Afraid and alone
In perturbed harmony
Arbitrary standards
Of conformity
Break down
Into their pools
Of anarchy
Writhing people
Dirty chaos
Pushing like the wind
Like we did
All along

Scraps

The world turns
The hairpin turns
Those that can
Do
Building sandcastles
In the wind and rain
Before the tides that come
Do
Building, learning
Dying, burning
Being, becoming, making
Do

Hung

And I began to look
And I saw how grotesque
It really was.
There it hung
In the coldness of the air
In the breath each drawing in
In the sky now cloudy still
In the touch the freezing rain
I ventured guess forever pain
And into the bloodstained earth
And extinguished breath
Do plod whatever had
And in the rain
Against the dirt
Grotesque as ever was
There it hung.

Lazy

Flesh unmoving
At all ends connected
Empowered; unwilling
Embrace the pestillence
Scratch the surface
And lie still.
Ever the cleansing spire
Of wisdom
Wander the sullen halls
Never forget
The path to return
Upon which we tread
With consternation
Remember the thread
And lie still.

The Curse

From birth,
To life;
To blood
To blade,
Of sword;
To curse,
To grave.
As the victor
Cleanses vicious
Sword
Of the lost
He casts the
Curse upon
Himself
For how much
Better
For the living
To curse the
Dead
Than for the
Grave
To curse
The living

Summer Lake Pine

Dark green, unseen
By harsh daylight
Gently bowing over
Shadow's subtle flow
Whisps carried within
Wafting the summer
Breeze throughout all
Carried upon
Bird sond
And saplings' hope
Giving breath
To the wind
You carry us all

Overseas

At the dawn of the dusk
Before the land has tasted
The bitterness of the dark,
And still delight
Between the ages of the
Punishing heat of the sun
And the dreary lonliness
Of the stars' song
The grey clouds streak long
Into the deep red
Of the setting sun
And beyond
As grand as the shadows
Now cast
Beyond the seas
A chilling hint of sacrifice
And tales of long-lost
Paradise of youth
Spent upon the sand
And spilt into the earth
Overseas

The Selfless Quest

There is very little now
Left of it all
Very little not taken
By those with disregard
Nothing at all of the selfless
Nothing to intertwine
And make better the frey
No further intermingling
Of the lost with the giving
What already not taken
By force
By guile
By influence of imposition
Letting suffer the meek
The crush of the weak
Let tangle the lies
With the subtle attrition
Reducing us all
To the lowest common
Selfish bile