Cold Interstellar End

I want to close my eyes,

but the battle rages in that blue orb,

fists descend on the weak and helpless,

ethereal possessions switch hands meekly,

I peek into the venal cities manufacturing pain,

their eternal cupidity chokes them to the ground,

wharfs burn and so do dreams of that endless sky,

some hide and listen for the warble of the poets speaking of renewal,

propitious is our clinging for peace,

so I lift myself from my celestial throne

and garnish the thousand-year pen,

proliferate the energy of the stars to those who will it,

burning in the souls like Prometheus's flame,

I'll float and croon to perhaps swoon the rage to slumber,

allowing the world to finally rest.

Everything

I laugh at it sometimes,
the heavy guilt life latches on my shoulders,
the prying eyes spying on my movements for signs,
the itching feeling of doubt rubbing my forehead,
the reflection gawking back at me like a shadow,
the immense pressure dotting my chest,
the angelic tones of old birds chirping in each ear,
the virgin breeze stirring me awake,
I laugh at it sometimes,
but these day's never seem to laugh back.

Cold Interstellar War

A force recedes quicker than one can imagine,

it leaps in the throat and makes me cough,

I try to lounge on the warm stars,

but find no comfort,

all I can do is watch for the signs,

intertwined with scars,

what's it all bringing me,

that shiver jetting down my spine,

I can't see life out here in the darkness,

instead I witness it grow and blossom,

I'm without a cape to fly,

nor words to mystify,

I write with my pen each day in order to

conjure a play for the world to see,

what an audience that would be,

what a time to finally sleep.

In Other Words

I can't speak your tongue, but I know the signs.

that light tip of the hip,

a coquetry from the bat of an eye,

fingers crawling heavenly around my back,

fluttering butterflies caged in my mind,

thin lips puckered as words uttered swim,

whim of roses and white wine line the table,

able to massage your heart with a smile

while the bonfire morning rages on.

I'm unable to verbally say how I feel,

but it's meaningless unless I can't yield to my heart.

Cold Interstellar World

I've clench the final hand that'll expand my horizon to forever,
until the chagrin squalls quit squawking,
I won't come down from the cold deep ink well,
squalid temperament in their gawking,
I've covered up in a cape full of stars to hide from time,
tawdry drapes and summer slouching,
A mask of the moon swoons over me for protection,
vitriolic barrage of iron and coal blotching,
My heat is that eternal flame that'll re-ignite the ages,
supernova bursting into billions of blistering hues,
Mellifluous steps wept for the parts unknown,
I've got murder at the bottom of my shoe,
and the weight of time marks my back,
I can't sleep in a moribund bed,
instead I stay awake smiling.

For those who forget

(for Gerald)

Everything's a motion, either towards us or away,

no matter what the decision, she would have never stayed,

her words whisper lightly, but they're a comforting touch,

don't be foolish and believe she doesn't think about you much.

A Prank

It's all a ruse, this magic hat called life,

millions of illusions, too much strife,

that rabbit hole digs deep in our souls,

curtains collapse before the meanings exposed,

we can try to peek backstage for a glimpse,

but that cloak is quick to disguise their essence,

like an 6mm black and white our past plays for all,

roughly cut, skipping straight to the fall,

A magician would be nothing without that deep mystery,

being able to conjure glorious hues and false history.