rending, stretching, tearing
the flesh across the bone
aching for moment of tension to break
when all floods out and down
over hands reaching and tongues
when the tears stain the cold marble
and the heart beat stops.

Black vomit, retch it up
Empty myself
Take all of my intestines and
I'll strangle you with them
I can ball up my small fists
And put them though air.
Building up inside of me and
Coming out of my stomach.
It's ready to bleed it's acid blood
And put its life inside of you.
It's the Black vomit.
And it has left me and is
Coming for you.

Bright orb eating the night,
Like my eyes towards my soul.
Hands that I desperately try to blight,
My bones aching to roll.

Shrieking in your silence,
Where'd you go? Where'd you go?
Where's your loving presence?
Why'd you tell me no?

No, no, but then a yes.
Yes to my innter questions.
You pull me out of this mess,
Head me towards your direction.

Briefly, then my hands shrivel
My eyes eat themselves away
When I look at the bright orbs, evil.
The skin from my bones I begin to flay.

Nothing you can do, but hate
Not that you tried that hard
Not after your heart, I ate,
And killed my inner ward.

Why is it that the things that are the most precious
or the things that are arousing or desirable are
the things that never stay as you want them
But turn instead into sickly maggots that eat away
At what parts of you that you try the most to hide
From the world.
So what is it you need to think? Or need to know?
What will keep it all inside?
A bandage or maybe a gag.
Maybe nothing.

I don't need words to tell you how I feel.
You don't need that belt to punish me.
I don't need passion to make my head reel.
You don't have to blind me to make me see.

I can use my soft touch to make you die.
You can block me with your yielding eyes.
I can poision my body and make you cry.
You can see through all my truthful lies.

You could be the lover I could not wait for.
I could be the worst thing you've ever seen.
Our life together may be on a distant shore.
Our life together may be a tragic dream.

Soft brown eyes
Looked at soft borwn eyes.
Across from each other,
They sat.
Long ears and soft brown
Bodies hiding well in the
Late winter brush.
How they had found each other
In this semi-barren land?
But here they were looking
At each other, for the last time.

A noise, far off, and one
Is gone.
When the other looks back
After the frightening moment,
She, his other, is gone.
He knew she would be,
She had told him so.
Her lithe body moving
Against his, anouncing clearer
Than any sound,
That she had to leave.

Leaving his hiding place, He lopes along, away...
Away from the life he's known.
Alone, alone as he has never been.
As the warm air
Brings her scent downwind,
He raises his nose, lightly twitching
And closes his eyes,
Missing her.
And for the first time in his life,
Missing a part of himself, as well.

I am the mouthless worm.
I am the deathless eternity.

I am you.
I am your eyes.
I see all of your sins
From the inside.

Cut me, burn me, hit me, hate me,
Kill me.
You can't stop me.

I will swim through you,
And ignite your fears,
And feed your self-hate,
And fire your senses,
And make you feel alive.

Fly with me! High... high, high!
Then
I will bring you down,
And shatter you.

And you will love me,
And despise me.
But to destroy me,
You have to destroy yourself.

And
You are, oh, so spineless.

Color etched across my memory...
Blazing their trail,
In soft Pinks and Blues,
Framed by the darker Reds and
Greens with the Yellows
Above and Browns and
Oranges below...

That is how you are...

Before, it was as if
I had never know the
Majesty of color

But it has been you
That has colored my memory,
Given it life and love.
And for all of my days,
I'll never forget
How to my eyes you seemed...
In all of your raidient color,
With its delicate shades and
Tender nuances, that I would have never
Have believed possible.

That vision
Is forever etched into my brain.
and on my eyes,
and in my memory,
and in my heart.

And the rebirth of its wonders
That I experianced
Each time I saw you,
May indeed be gone...

But they can never be forgotten.

obelisk

obelisk, of obsidian.

shattered, and reformed...
traces of epoxy still dripping down its sides.
its once smooth features covered with spider web
seams almost too small to be seen.
but i know it was broken,
a master must have fixed it.

it was strong, could have stood up to gale winds,
tsunamis,
earthquakes,
lava flows...

it was black, only one color, but many hued,
such beautiful black on black,
like the spectrum to a color-blind
it was every color, and yet none...

it was warm with life, a heat inherent,
like a living creature,
the soul within.

but that was before it was broken

now...

it still stands tall,
still radiates its warmth,
and still shines like a mirror
for the face of a child.

i shall ask to be
made with obsidian
...given a heart of stone.

one that is capable of breaking,
and knows how to come back...
to live life for life itself.

Where does one go when the direction dangles?
How will I get to the end of my rope?
Climb up and up and up and over!
Don’t forget that you need sleep or else
consciousness will devour you and leave nothing
but pain in its place.
It hurts you like a –

Your touch across my skin
Like fire in the brush
Ignites and spreads
Sending tendrils of Flame
Racing across my body.

When I look in your eyes
I see the danger there
I also see the desire
The same desire echoed
In every fiber of myself

How can something that
Is so right,
Can also be so wrong?
The feelings, I know, are not
Wrong, but the action would be.

So I sit here and recound
In my head our few,
Way to brief, moments,
Your kissses and caresses
And your eyes.

Through your eyes you give
Me yourself, and I, drunk
With thoughts and need
Take you into me through
Your eyes... the only way I can.

It was a garden of exquisite beauty,
Sculpted my a caring hand.
A lord's pride
and a lady's pastime delight.

All the flowers in orderly rows,
Except wjere design called for chaos.
Grass of darkest green,
for winter.
And of lighter hues,
for summer.

There was a shed, a small nursury
where they lady kept her irises.
Near to the she sat two trees,
Roots aching to break free
From their terra-cotta prisons.

They had sat close to each other
For a year now, forgotten.
Their leaves and brances entwined
with each breaze.
Growing so close, they almost looked
As one.

It was a shock
When one day, in late winter,
The lady noticed the two
And decided to move them
To where people might adore
Their beauty.
For they had grown lovely
With the time.

As her gardener pulled one
Away, it's branches caught
On the one left behind
And broke them all along one side.

The first tree stil looked lovely,
And was placed near a wall of
Climbing ivy.
The second, alone and half broken,
Sat alone.

The lady looked at it and said,
"It'll never look the same again,
Just leave it in the back,
Behind the shed."
And that is where it stayed.