take me with you

mama nem
said there'd be
days like this...
but those alloted to me
have turned sour.
wax mold smeared
into permanent stains
which exhibit my disdain.
that's why it came
like a blessing it did~
that beam
of salvation
pulsating with a power
that sang to me
in tones of tomorrow.
i longed for this entity
that would be my transition
to a better life...
anything would suffice.
yet this tube of tribulation
brightened the night sky
as day
and turned my angst
into anticipation.
i was lifted up high,high
smiling as my worries faded
into the ever shrinking chaos
that lay behind me...
until a booming horn sounded,
sending my wretchedness
cascading once more to reality.
i never saw them again
after that.
stories and stories of stories
increased my confidence for naught.
...so i search the skyline
at twilight
hoping for another glimpse
of deliverance.

dance of the drunken reaper

feeding upon the souls of life once pure~they laugh.a sinister regurgitation of yore that curdles the skin.i hear them in my dreams and cry out...but alas~once more the fanged smiles have found me and lock in on the mockery of my deliverance...with feet as fast as tar,my escape,meticulously planned,has come full circle.the habitation of childhood haunts,stands before me as a collector...inside,they heckle the only ounce of decency i can claim.dozing...my train of thought is broken.visions of crimson,blue and gold return me to that night...the forbidden conversations with tattered flesh~searing,raking the stench of false hope throughout my mind.the pain is to much to bare~yet the courageous beating in my chest,extends a lifeline to memories untold.sleep well my children,for darkness is your eternal awakening.

the understanding

i remember it well~the nights that slipped by in the deaf hours of morning...her hands,warm and worn,stroking away the fears...teaching me,in that thick island drawl which controlled her as time died.letting me know that in the vapors between heaven and hell,you were still relevant...breathing memories sufficient for the seperation i endured upon your ascension.a tiny heart,encased in a fleshy box of tears,struggling to rationalize the void.i would smell the musky traces of visitation and yearn for the comfort of ancient times~yet my heartbeats are set and i dare not search the unknown...i never belived~until i saw you bedside me on the shore,years later.yet you weren't there...only your soul and comforting words.