Wake to soon

Weep pillars weep in torrents slide

we are relegated and confined as all beauty passes slowly on

we the kingdom without kings

as mortality lingers long in the face of you

wake dearest night and through no solace or comfort pass

What trespass we and transpires must

An atheist in the house of love

seeks to gain understanding without accepting

seeks flowers in the dead solace of winter come

and we must be as we are and ask no more of God

This to betray without a touch

to hold without suffocation

so the lasting sting of embrace

bitter filthy stones

we are no longer bound

Wake to soon Awake

And all is nothing

Wake and all still is still

my morning so must come dreaded to know

A singular shot of bitter poison drunk

let this pass undetected

An age of fire quenched dry

To the bier we bring wealth heaped upon

to the sea we set adrift

A corpse light to guide to the hollows sing

What face to mare and mask to shatter

 What grace we must undue unkind

to the end of this we breathe in memories

refracted through permissions and measures

It is for you the world must bleed

every moment stolen blisters to scorn

so foul to this we never had to seek

this is eclipse done and sewn

for faraway no home shall remain

it must be as we must surely be

for a lasting sometimes

where we were young

and the rest was blur and quick

All to stone we must be like others now

desperate and unkind

A wake for a promise never kept

through these we shall pass on

and our hearts shall remain dimmed

this to we will be unseen as wanting

Woken to soon

Until The World Surrenders

The Self blossoms from silence
dreams autonomous and whole
Beautiful the last gasp, so aware and precious
sacred and only
Designed specific and birthed clean

Our justices are transient and therefore nonexistent

we race to the end with what we decide is ours to own
greater pretensions to mask this mortal dread
we should not be known or named by this
Would this poison be cruel, that we may realize

Thing to pile on top of other things

Halved by half we could remain buried

cannibalized by others as we cannibalize others

breeding more and more

for the purpose of excretion and to no other end

In our righteousness we forget what sometimes shimmered

is sometimes gold, resplendent in our pride

We were the Kings and Queens of Gods and Men

sweeter stilled and hidden
A loftier gaze breathes Heaven downward

With desperate sounds we connect to anything

let it stick with mortal flair

seized and held til all is but weight

drunk on foreign maps and design 

Not one moment solely kept

Can we stand and see it all as it should be

to feint fearless with valiant sureties

A reminder of our sacred gifts

Eyes maddened and bruised

speckled film perforated revealing some hint to a time

pure of purpose reason and justice

 looking past the tragic scope

 Transplanted people refurbished and hobbled
So We are kindle without flame
Our pities sanctioned by A parliament of pleasantry
 By A strangers hand all forgiven or buried 

 So we dig deep in secret gardens

Faith for faith in our time of dirt 

clutching without holding as

Our plans lie folded and kept unrevealed to a truant future

What is desired least, ours is forfeit most

So Shattered dearest one

Lets us be ruin

Homeless and Estranged for all time

we will sing the song of endings

through mouths embittered and dried

Until the World surrenders us wholly

and we are married to void and deserving of remission

as seen for so long but never side to side

time is patient, where we can never be

our sighs will give birth to a new age of tears

Of chance and Breath

When from the wilds come
woken by the shivering still
leaning to tip and expectant to fall
a moment fair for being at all

Dread the dizzy and impartiality
the silent reckoning gifted by the malign and embittered
Dearest These woods constrict to make of you a morsel
This ground to cold to seek subject or rest

The bones of the world reject you from and repulse
We can see our most esteemed wither in a most supernatural grace
this our convergence our shared divinity
devoid of age or wisdom

Oh dear heart won, What persists is corrupted
stated clearly from a throne of intent
What dies remains purest still
Our schemes comes to rest on a blotter of fallibility

The Privilege of knowing what should have been
a potion so dearly vanquished
a dread taken solely truly hearts blood
Not to perish in drip but rather bucket full

We will blacken the whitest lie a frozen pardon
To stutter and demolish all post tense
To clean what covers does not determine it whole or morale
It mounts it and the result is sterile and foreign

It is a Wicked branch snapped clean from a monstrous thing
misshapen offspring so knotted and unkind
without host or family begotten into unfamiliarity
An encounter resounding in the unnatural sciences

Orphan pray outcast
A sacrifice of massacres and atonement
We tread deepest in that which does not ground us
Fairest of all, you must not weep for devils, when Angels are needed most

As no one prays for oneself all self is not needed
We find not the desperate but the lesser of beasts
A dream or a break in thought we can stare off and be of nothing
Or we can

It is to ourselves we find
It is not in the wilds or the thick of the desperate and the idle
heart won and carefree in bondage and freedom never equal in service
A lastly time and a battle enjoined egress