The heavens raped from our misuse of love
We learn that all life is scarce yet abundant. Profane yet sacred. Loving yet hateful. Enlightened yet obscured. Isolated yet collective. That life is somehow derived from love.
I witness the birth of the moon and her servants walking the night sky pulling us into their wake
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon.
The moon makes love to the ocean and in this holy conception it gives birth to a little tide.
I would give my lungs to the fish so that they may rise out of the water and feel the wind.
Shall we dance into the perpetual torture of our union once more?
I cry as the laughter inside me drowns and descends into the water with the ghosts of our union.
My thoughts are with you all. Forever conscious of the vast, absurd universe and writing my eternal story I shall remain dead, but dreaming.
Then, only then would she realize that the life that she created will extinguish with nothing to offer but the sorrow that she harvested in our souls and the holes that she dug in our hearts.
A good student learns from his teacher. A great student learns to teach himself.
At night i loved her at night i waited under the tarp at night i watched her looking up at the stars dreaming of a better time to watch me
And if I consume another mortal’s flesh, will I like god before me, shit a million stars upon the naked, wretched sky?
Out here, the open night is my church, the trees are my congregation, the stars are my angels and the moon is the only god that I know.
Leave me to die a lonely death. An artist’s death. A writer’s playground. A painter’s background. A philosopher’s bread and butter.An endeavor that we all face. I just hope that I’m not the only one t...
And now that this body is gone and has been returned to the Earth, I assure everyone that psychic energy doesn’t die, it is recycled throughout the universe and will out live anything that we do as li...
Blood and wine are interchangeable. Love and hate are unrecognizable. Sanity is no longer with me.
Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.
Runaway my phantom bride and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers float away specter and take the rest of my desire
Awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover envision, then sing in the thralls of a hungry lover
