Perishability…tick tock says the old grandfather clock

tick tock

tick tock

whispers the old grandfather clock

tick tock

tick tock

with each new whisper

a piece of my skin is peeled away

swallowed by time’s unrelenting grasp

burning in the stomach acid

to fulfill an eternal hunger

the swaying mechanism calls to me

lusting for when it will be my turn

to bow on my knees

and let time feast

devouring my mortality

in a act of undeserving cruelty

tick tock

tick tock

humanity only has so long

before we are all swallowed by the

grand

hallowed

grandfather clock

 

Fallen Freedom

dust is stirring

inhaled deep into the lungs of those hiding on their knees

arms raised high

removing the gun from their side

from behind the dirt in the sky

they peer with their tired eyes

to gain sights as to where the other men lie

they swing the gun up towards the sky

swiftly taking another mans life

the bullets pierce the air near their souls

angels have no place in hellish battles

voices yelling:

commands

agony

lamenting

wrath

sorrow

the many voices embody the streets

violins and soft piano keys seem to play

as the melody of deceased souls begins Death’s symphony

fathers

brothers

sons

men dying

men crying

God’s face seems absent from the gore

of dismembered soldiers

war has taken the town

as the women and children cry out

clinging to husbands

leaving tear stains on their shirts

begging them not to go

their little angels on the stairs

watching daddy stroke momma’s hair telling her not to worry

a light kiss on the cheek, and an embrace before his decease

on he walks

down the road to join his brothers

none know that home will forever be fixed in their minds

as the second they leave the ground

they will never touch back down

mothers

wives

children

widows for the cause

flags raise

on poles fit to hold their royalty

freedom to some

tombstones to most

freedom demands sacrifice

and so our lives we gave

so our children could walk the streets

so our mothers could live on

so our fathers could feel proud

so our wives could love again

freedom demands sacrifice

and so our lives we gave

21 Grams

scattered motions

snagged within a moment’s notice

specks in the eyes of God

twisted smoke gripping crippled lungs

a single bond

sorrow

a fallen innocence

remnants intertwined with asphalt

screaming tires lament of a deplorable act committed

a beating heart behind a cage not its own

a single cross swaying in the wind above it all

within angelic fist we lie

an isolated bullet pierced for peace

acceptance to the souls surrounding

21 grams is lifted

as the dying man breaths his last

Untitled

an epidemic has occurred

i witnessed it with my own eyes

watching humanity deplete before the sunrise

retracting from the light

harvesting what we once were

feasting on the blood of the lambs

lions we are

they never stood a chance

one child asked me to hold it’s hand as i barbarously swallowed her throat

i will never forget those screams

the wails of mortals

i walk among the night

cursing my obsolete heart

wickedness fills my cold walking corpse

the foul stench of my innocence haunts even i

i watched this all unfold knowing of the hell whispering through our streets

our morality depends on the lives we end

how do i know of the epidemic that occurred?

it was i that found the cure

and watched the world burn

Halos With Sulfur Stains

skulls pulsing against bowed heads,

thoughts of heaven and hell slither down from the pulpit up ahead

the voice of reconciliation splits our revered heads and stains our blood

the rivers of red consume

blind followers watch with downcast eyes as their blood slides down their cheeks,

infesting the wooden pews with our sin

children grip their mothers hand

grasping as if the time of release will never arrive

watching one you love writhing in pain

is like dying in vain

horrible and terrifying

but no reverse

the cathedral’s stone floor is stained with the grime of our souls

the pulpit demands i weep

to remove the evil living inside me

it seems the more our skin is peeled

illumination from the elevated grows

with robes of white

as clean as the purity they command we seek

the pews full of filth and toxic lifestyles

ones that devour the heart and dissolve the soul

they say

repent now and turn from your evil ways

what choice do the masses have?

if i turn and walk away

fire and sulfur await to engulf me

slaving to my halo

is what is in store for me

polish

clean

polish

clean

my life is repeated repentance

the moment i bowed before his feet

Cancer

today i saw a creature beneath my veins

smiling up at me through the red

we held the others attention until my body got the best of me

and brought me to my knees

coughing up a lung and gaging on my own flesh and blood

the creature then spoke to me

“all those late nights catching up huh?”

i tried to grip my arm to cause it pain

but only wounded myself

“the more pain you try and inflict upon me, the more you’ll be on your knees”

it said to me

i now cant rise

my mouth is moist with blood

spewed from my charcoal lung

the creature is right

those late nights are catching to me

I’m afraid they just might kill me

Forlorn

here i am again fallen to my knees

calling out your name

i can’t feel a thing

not the faintest sign of your breathe upon my cheek

how i am suppose to hold others when i can barely hold my own

the sweat slithers down my face

i’ve got nothing left to say

just more empty words crying out from a meaningless page

this smile so fake,

is failing to maintain in times such as these

O’ God i just want the simplest sign of who you are

all i see is destruction

desolation is crawling from the back of my eyes

we are simply falling

spiraling as we fall

calling out to your presence that we’ve followed blindly all our lives

my head hangs heavy as these thoughts weigh me down

wordless prophets and fallen saints

tell me to rise above this all

don’t they know of the sin caught in my veins

we are all sinners amongst a glorious place

i watched her collapse unto the ground

her shaking fingers gripping the sheets as she says this is all pointless

we are all gonna die

so whats the point of living in the first place?

trying to remain standing while these realities scrap at my soul

we are all scourged with the world we’ve created

abused and fading

humanity ceaselessly searching for the answers in this barren life

faceless Gods all around demand our repentance

disappoint riding on the rain from the displeased faces of the heavens

which is truly calling my name?

or is my mind simply creating a masquerade

so this life doesn’t seem so pointless

i don’t hold the answers

i can’t offer the guidance you seek

all i have is the lunacy plaguing my heart

following blinding whats been spoken in my ear since the moment i first breathed

i look around and i all see is broken souls trying to find some meaning

show us the meaning before this weight takes it hold

O’ Lord show us the way

Dripping Blood and Stale Words

The smell of stale whiskey enshrouded the small office space as the fan spread the oder throughout the room. Papers were strewn all over, scattered like leaves upon the pavement. The writer was pale upon the desk, an empty bottle his pillow his lack of words his nightmare. Blood swallowed everything, his leaking skull endless.

Desolation

eyes shut

veiled from a world most dark

death the covering

anguish riding on the rain

into the earth it seeps

while the whole world sleeps

ceaselessly dreaming

some in heaven

some beneath

evermore wailing of a time begotten

our existence has been forgotten

lost

misplaced

vanished

bleak and faceless

cities wastelands

forests ash

homes desecrated

humanity defiled

corpses lay

contorted and tormented

their last moments,

etched upon their faces

affliction by fate’s grueling reign

mothers

fathers

daughters

sons

lost in the others loving arms

dematerialized by misfortune

agony and desolation,

spewed from the wickedness

like vomit we are casted aside

unwanted

unable to live again

last words clinging to the wind

wailing what was lamented

into the nothingness they shall fall

following those who spoke them

perished

we all have perished

now just decoration

to the masterpiece,

the end created

art forms upon a canvas

only heavens eyes see the beauty

of our destruction

the eternal desolation

for desolate we began

and desolate we shall end

Vexation

weeping clouds cover the land,

to us droplets of annoyance

to them droplets of destruction

some caught on that barren pavement,

drowning in natures wrath

their soft exterior becomes deformed,

bloated and flaking

their inner organs slowly sliding out

idly we run past,

worried of the rain’s annoyance

to them it is destruction,

their last contact with the world

the pavement becomes a watery graveyard

the victims submerged within it’s murky grasp

never again to rest in the arms of underneath our feet,

beneath our flowers and trees

as the day treks on and the rain continues to fall

more and more of them will die

lungs flooded

bodies bloated

to us droplets of annoyance

to them droplets of never-ending tribulation

for who of them can survive when one single droplet could swallow them alive?

be wary of your step

for during natures weeping,

the pavement becomes a wasteland,

littered

and scattered they lay

tangled inside fate’s cruel hand

a graveyard spilling turbid liquid

little victims helplessly drown inside

never again shall they be enshrouded in dark,

or covered in the element they crave so much

their last inhale,

brings in natures wrath

constricted and paralyzed

bloated and blue

drowning,

their organs attached by thin veins breaking

O’ nature

none is safe from the destruction you bring

not even the tiniest of things