Porphyria’s Lover Redux

I want to feel your heart beating from the inside out-
Take your life in my hands and feel the pressure mount
Lay my head on your chest, place my hands round your breath
Inhale your poison by taking what’s left.

And when I look into your eyes
In full I know you worship me
Held captive in death’s clutching grip
When in that moment she is mine, mine…

The sweetness of sex running between your thighs
In murder she wrote the heartbeat fails and flat lines
Heart swelling with joy at my prospective endeavor
In death you give yourself to me forever

And when I look into your eyes
In full I know you worship me
Held captive with death’s idle grip
When in that moment she is mine, mine…

moral inventory

A crimson golden fleece blanketed the cemetery floor, this morning when I woke. It seemed as if the collective leaves gave up the ghost in one swift final breath. This season’s changing of the guards brings humility as I marvel at the bravery of the single clinging leaf.

Oh how I wish for winter all year long; there is something deep within my bones that revels in the grey. My words take moral inventory of the prosperity displaced by which I mean they pour out from the inside of me.

My mind is swarming with thoughts and words and sentences that beat the bleak deeper and deeper onto this page as I stare at the emptiness and bleeding ink streaming down my cheeks.

A wise dear friend of mine so wisely put “I know you taste lightning every now and again...” and so rightly was her truth. I feel the tingle beneath my fingertips as I inhale the bite of winter’s grief.

Sometimes I wonder how one person can change a life so completely.
“You are every word ever written down.” I want to hide you all away- savor every innocent devotion: like a childhood treasure box filled with riches that are only mine to keep.

I am falling with the leaves…

I'll never tell

I trace
And retrace
The meager letters upon these empty pages.
I can’t seem to navigate the mess of thinking
Teaming in my brain-
Like a kettle on for boil
Screaming out for tea.
My fears will rape creativity
And pillage violent tendencies.
But there’s an urgency
I feel
To rescue sanity,
By way of bloody escapades
And thoughtful lines upon:
My melodies triangulate
And trespass salted seas
Streaming down my cheeks-
Though my eyes: desperate
Stray away from damaging humidity.
Sometimes I feel as if I’m the best magician
The world has ever seen.
I force the vision that you’ll see-
Cause I have promises to keep:
Illusions capture secrets- words that I will never tell.
And all of this reveals the music inside me.
By way the weight upon my chest
Its simple-I can’t breathe.
With fingers wrapped around my throat
The darkness has a hold on me.

Kiss Kill Interview on The Thought Vox

http://www.thethoughtvox.com/?p=1202

what are clouds?

...but fallen tears of the earth's inhabitants-

Risen up, creating a cotton barrier between us and heaven.