Discontent

The world is content

Staggering and grinning

Whistling songs in the sunlight.

There is life

In every empty room.

Every dog resting by the fire.

All the smiling children in the park.

Every ant scrambling across the sidewalk.

There is no denying

That this desire

Intoxicates every fool.

But,

To scream at the night sky without a reason.

To write words senseless to a scholar.

To scribble on every blank page

Knowing none will see, but scribbling nonetheless.

Writing message after message

Without as much as glancing at a bottle.

To walk beneath every towering streetlight

Dimly spraying light upon the road.

Under the flickering traffic signals.

Beneath the ethereal light of the full moon.

Without even the lightest brush

Of daytime's breath brushing against your neck,

Or morning's cold finger drifting down your spine.

That is to love.

Dissipate

The dissipation
of a murky haze
and suddenly
everything is clear.

Listen
and the sound will echo.
Watch
and the light will reflect.
Think
and the idea will ignite.

I understand.
Do you?

A Supernova

The supernova's fiery gaze,

sets the stygian night ablaze,

through emptiness, a steady shine

as two lights intertwine.

The supernova bursts

and casts a thousand words

through empty space and time

into the universal mind

to cure the deepest woes

and fight the fiercest foes.

Shattered lights disperse

throughout the universe

into the infinite shadow of space.

Nothing can erase

this masterpiece above

in the spiraling arms of love.

It echoes deep within,

beneath the shallow skin,

whispering with a blinding flash,

unsettling the frozen ash,

silently under the cosmic glow.

Let go. Let go. Let go.

Needlepoint

Strangled by icy intrusion
of sanity's dying diffusion
burning through my veins
burning slower and slower

Silence echoes in corners
like veils on the faces of mourners
crying through the rain
crying slower and slower

Consciousness severed to splinters
of black and blue and ember
sinking in mismatched strains
sinking lower and lower

Futures melt to injections
in needlepointed directions
dying through the pain
dying slower and slower

Vivid

Ignorance is not bliss;
It never will be.
It never can be.
How can the blind man
Enjoy what he cannot see?
Knowledge is power.
Apparent ignorance
With hidden knowledge;
That is bliss.

Another Migraine

Tasting the sweet intrusion

of thoughtless bleeding fusion

digging deeper into the mind

digging lower and lower

brushed by the grind

Invisible spiders entangling the spine

like suffocation of a strangling vine

Talons pierce the mind
shatter thoughts into spiraling shards

of black and gold and ember

in fire and ice and mismatched strains

Music echoes in the shadow

broken lights swallow shallow dreams

that wilt and wane while hope lies frozen

in hollow moments and fragmented scenes

Lights dance in mocking grace

flowing on an angry tide

doused in cold, frustrated rage

hope lies barren on desert sands

in twisted agony

We're almost touching the grind.

11:12

Parched throats and pens.
Dishevelled desks and hairs.
Crumbled pages and thoughts.
Blackened erasers and eyes.

Wincing the Night Away whispers
some stifled headphone
connected to some dying iPod
buried somewhere in my
denim mountain on the floor.

"Eviscerate your fragile frame
and spill it out on the ragged floor."
The words kidnap my mind
away from my work
to a much needed sleeping lesson.

My head jerks backwards.
I am thrown back into reality.
My blackened eyes wander across my dishevelled desk
resting on my cellular connection to the world.

I hope desperately for some excuse for procrastination
But the screen remains unforgivingly black
Staring unforgivingly back
At my unforgivingly black eyes.

Still and silent.

My eyes stumble to the clock
"11:12" it scoffs.
Those 4 unholy digits
laugh at me behind their rigid black lines.

Still and silent.

Eleven-twelve.
I only want to
Wish the night away.
But I've just missed my chance.
One minute too late always comes too soon.

My eyes can't see what I'm sensing
So I'll have to settle with wincing.