Hey I Miss You!

The clock is ticking. . .
Each stroke a year of yearning
Each breath
Each slow lift in my breast
Is a lifetime without you

Of wishing I was hearing
you sweetly greeting your pet
Of longing to be laying
cradling you against my chest

The radio is playing. . .
Each song I sink a mile
Each note
Each weary, tired tone
Sparks a memory of you

Of laughs and walks and concerts
the music melding us into one
Now I dance with ghosts and shadows
each gently fading like the sun

Obsession

my fat feet
always fumble
along fine lines
flat on my face
is where I find
myself
falling
forward
toward
an end of times
like frozen mimes
motionless
emotions kiss
my warmth
goodbye
a peaceful panic
a fear so frantic
of being left
behind

Addiction

I am need
I am greed
A once imprisoned demon freed
At my core a constant chore:
this monster I must feed.
Clothed, cradled, and cared for,
now independently it breathes.
Obsessively orchestrating
my starved and desperate aching,
while my worn will is breaking
its splintered shards now sow their seeds
in the garden of my spirit
already overrun with weeds.
Dark desires join in fires
unbridled, now they breed
Fields of flame burst forth
to scorch my integrity,
demolish my decency,
shroud my sins in secrecy
‘til I’m left a hooded shell of me.
Like a graveyard groundskeeper
A head of stone, so gray and bleak,
I survey the land for signs of life
and throw remaining flowers in a heap,
specks of color in the compost
to become a bonfire of beauty.
Into a drain
my dying colors bleed
A faded stain
on the soil it leaves
Endless refrain
‘til there’s nothing left of me.

Armageddon For Sale

There's an imminent danger
I fear we've run out of time
In each commercial's rhyme
On each billboard sign
Cries of a culture dying

Our pulse has been slowing
Our veins run tainted black
From each forgotten fact
The taste of each Big Mac
We choke to breathe, living in lack

Armageddon is now for sale
at an ever-decreasing price
And with this comfortable pace of drowning
you won't even notice your demise
So join us in this venture
soon you'll forget about your soul
In the mean time take these pills
and enjoy your descent into the hole

Love, Illicit

Love, Illicit
Risks and blisses
Its soft forbidden kisses
Pure and potent
Distilled in moments
Years of passion condensed to minutes

Love, from a distance
Sustained by wishes
Painful longing between visits
An endless issue
of I miss you
Reliance on dreams for subsistence

The Modern Madman

I've a taste for catastrophe as a means to start anew
To wipe this bleak horizon clean of its painful crimson hue
God is dead and so are we, floating mindlessly in blood
That's beginning to boil and bubble, dissolving the last of love
Our beautifully constructed sandcastles melt majestically into mud
That suffocates and pulls us downward with saturated, lifeless lungs

Beautiful Whirlwind

Beautiful Whirlwind
Is there an eye to your storm?
I'm attracted to your chaos
but your winds have left me torn
I was pulled into your funnel
where I felt so tall and free
But now that I've crashed to the ground
I'm nothing but debris

From a distance you seem tranquil
but you spin furiously inside
From your reckless destruction
no one in your path can hide
But there's something somewhat innocent
about the way you maim and kill
Are you a product of circumstance,
or sustained by your will?

I tried in vain to chase you
thinking I could intervene
To exorcise your demons
and restore your inner peace
But I lacked the power to touch you
You're now miles ahead of me
And despite my burning lust
I know you are history