willing

the room of my mind
round
without windows
edgeless
stark and empty
illuminated
by unknown source

one occupant
proudly undulating
at the room's
center
an embodiment cast
silver
pointed with readiness
toward every question

yes

and all its fair consequences

man in black

an absence of color
brings vibrancy where color
abundantly thrives
like a light
in the thickest of darkness
a paradox
of visual aesthetic
a vacuum
in a galaxy unbound

absorbing man

it occurs to me
one late November day
that the air could be sweeter
if my hands would touch stone
and siphon all life from the earth

dressed to kill

they come from every angle
ghouls and beasts and zombies
floating, sliding, shuffling
chasing away hoarded demons
while wearing demons' vests and dresses
cultivating a mild celebration of expression
a potent need for the grimmest macabre
illuminated by the dirty dusty trails
of brightly fantastic but fallen stars
they are the bringers and hardcore acolytes
of the one and only final horror
there is an end
that comes to all of us
the path, the path is crucial

blacksmith

calloused hands
slam down the hammer
to cast the iron
and forge the steel
as tremendous battles rage
in distant fields littered
with mountains of burning
souls that wail and cry out
for home and country
until the night becomes silent
and cold as an unforgiving grave

recipe for resurrection

i'm finding these days
i still feel warmth
for things unexpected and
gracefully out of reach

the distance peppered with
bitter/hopeful longing

add a little sugar to taste

zombie apokalypse

rolling full throttle
past ravenous hordes
of flesh-eaters and soul-suckers
blunt pipe in one hand
sharp blade in the other
quick bash to the forefront
wide slash to the rear
wave upon wave
of merciless entropy
hungry for life
finds death after death

objectified

lightning from the inside
draped in the colors of
fiery Autumn
oppressed by
enamored with
countless peering desires
willing and able to give
if only for a little while

Morning

With dark early morning
I brush aside the mist and dew
Push the pistons forward then back
Sparking the flame
Crawling upright
Toward an unfathomable end

Anniversary

One year removed from the day of my "death"
Three hours past the dark breath of midnight

I walk drunk and alone on a storm cresting beach
Leaving nearer souls to rest miles behind me

I carry you heavy still within my heart
As the moon grows full and bears silent witness

To a passionate love that will live on and on forever