lamenting life’s choices

here in this fire I pain
lamenting life’s choices
my failure to believe
my unwillingness to submit
what was life if not mine
a cruel test I’ve come to find
Scopes monkeys in a cage
Syrian rats in malaise
condemned for my confusion, yet
fed on fermented fruit as mother’s milk
too many blurred lines to know, as
puzzle pieces loom just beyond my reach
wretched sorrow is now mine
here the haze is lifted from the blind
scores of tormented souls come to find
the answer was always your mind

This Mortal Flesh

fine inside yet never close to fine
don’t feel like feeling
walk the line to find a new set of lines
don’t feel like feeling
pushing always ahead getting further behind
don’t feel like feeling
sweet perfume on shit is all you will find
don’t feel like feeling…
time to move on
time to displace
spit on my pride
spit in my face
nothing but air
ever was there
void in denial
never a care
and I just don’t feel like feeling anymore…

Terrorizing Razor

A Goddess among queens
Fearful and destructive
Volcanic eruptions
A conniving manipulator
Overbearing and hostile
Seductive chains
A bewitching dictator
Terrorizing razor
Lethal injections
A deceitful treacherous woman
Hellacious and ruling
Ruthless vixen
A circling blood clot in her veins
Former lover

The victims have been bled

White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time's dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Logosi's dead
Undead undead undead