Migratory stories linger Across memories of a flowered love Not possessed of any human being But a fire like plutonium

Unmake me In darkness discreet In sacred shadow In secret flames Undone Punctuated breaths Reaching equilibrium Between life and death...

Press me between pages Open like a book Turn me into fire light With nothing but a look

Bring it down Like fire on my tongue In places deeper Oblivion Vermilion In velvet flames Dancing darkness Invading veins Colors running...

I build my kingdom Out of all of these mistakes I steel my nerves for The coming of day All these reserves for The war that approaches...

Hanging heavy Cities of grace Swirling everything Warming empathy Swarming enemy Intersecting apathy Anathema still within Writhing in...

Pulling at the cosmic roots I find the river calling I fall into the Heaven's wrath I hunger for a ruling Setting fire to discipline I...

I had an idea for a horror story called 1991 but just ended up writing a poem instead, enjoy: 1991 The year horror takes shape another...

Weeping at the edge of the river Meet me at the mountain pass Running over-eager fingers Through this tangled traveling matte Jaws...

I just fall apart Watch it all collapse Crumbling Burning down Ashes overhead Hurting lungs Hardly breathing But still crying out Wishing...

The Rewound Heart Bleeding backwards Into a dying sun Waning crescent Descending crescendo Cascading energetic cycles Data still backing...

Like a ton of bricks Like a waterfall Like an avalanche Just say the word I gather my dry heart Like sticks primed for the kindling I...

Violins And out from under Instruments Of droning thunder While I wonder Piling blunders Windows vacant Hungry hollows Vanished or...

All these unnecessary plateaus Every one of these I can't let goes Stop gap and pass through How I wished you'd fall for me Without...

We sometimes get caught in our own web. Afraid to let go of past trauma or present mistakes or the fear of the future being a repetition...

The Dragon's Gold Along the dragon's back Down by the verdant steppe Binaural stones that skip Across river's deep and black A...

No dog in the fight. Beaten down and broken by the world and ready to accept any state of existence that seems even remotely novel or...

How many of us are slaves to our dreams? Even when things seem to be moving forward and firing on all cylinders we can find ourselves...

Say less Pursuant Pursuing a sound Windswept Constant Melodies that echo down A sheltered shadowed place Chambers twist like valves A...

What happens in a world where love is a commodity and we are forced to sell ourselves like products? Cut out the vulnerability, brush...