WORMWOOD |
Fulgent piece of heaven
Raze the night sky
Bestow upon mankind
The greatest of gifts
Reveal eight, ten to eleven
Raze us with fire
Reap the sweet and unkind
And make it swift
...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Jul 2009 03:19:00 GMT |
AFTERLIFE |
Whats this
feeling which tells me to give up?
Whose
voice is this which tells me to accept the end?
The
grand suffering
Of a
life not lived
More likely spent
A cruel
let...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jun 2009 04:31:00 GMT |
Homines : Abaddon |
Building the road to a better end
Still an end
Bare feet over this asphalt we walk
Burning, hurting
Still walking
The endless dark road we stubbornly build
The dark road we trav...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 10:22:00 GMT |
WITHOUT THE WITHIN |
this
merciless hollow
an endless
cave in me
echoes of
pleads howling&they seem to last forever
this
ruthless grief
an
everlasting darkness
pitch black
feelings&they seem to l...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 03:14:00 GMT |
EMPTINESSLESS |
its too cold in here.put your hands over my chest.this hollow and cavernous space.now, yes, it is perfect.you can nest in itif youre not afraid.who was here before? does that matter?if you really wa...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 08:22:00 GMT |
PERPETUAL |
PERPETUALA line of productionTo create a rejection.Your wisdom to the subjectUsed as a tool against me.Your flesh was my temple,Produced a chain reaction,Locked me in the chambers,Flooding me with lus...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 09:54:00 GMT |
FLESH BECAME ART |
sober again. awaken from my sudden trance in another I remain while I look at her like who looks to a painting a piece of art she was a master-piece she is now created from something so...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Nov 2008 04:52:00 GMT |
SHE CRIED THE RIVERS |
The crow clad the sunThe murder of crows clad the daylightWith the darkness installedBy a pulsing shroudThis swarm of black-hearted creaturesBrought a princessAnd in the very moment crowned her queen ...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 04:50:00 GMT |
EXHAUSTED |
Last weekend I had a minor case of insomnia. Minor case because it's all solved now, but it brought back memories of my long sleepless period...the period that inspired me for this poem, back in 2001....
Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 16:50:00 GMT |
CYANIDE BLUES |
Cyanide blues Numb my movementsParalyze my heartCut my breathWith one single kiss Nerves collapseBrain activity endsSpasms of certain deathAnd your sweet taste Sour sugar pi...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 14:00:00 GMT |
