Sky Reign

At the end

After the fall

Stars, they said

I fell high

High onto what?

Dust or due

Mine and mine

I go and igor

Lights on red ground

Front and center

I bleed through

All under, Infected

Never purged

ELSE!

Blood, sweat and tears

Bones gnashing and soul screeching

My answer to the most high

Goats to the slaughter

Lambs for the plunder

Huh?

Cant hear you

I always return,

remain

My reign never surpassed

At the end

After the fall

A star – look, they said

One More Time

How many times must i prove?

How many mistakes to show

Star shooting and fallen gems

Body transfers and senses renewed

How many moons must I sleep on?

Suns, lay-bare to bake in

So many times i have appeared

In forms only you know

In voices, only we have shared

Inside your deepest ache,

During your strongest laps

Times when hands bled

I surround you, yet you’re aghast

I hear you even without words

I hope you do the same

–

The wind, the stars affirm my dreams

Of wanting and

reuniting with you

In an astral plain just like this

Where touch and embrace

Is but a soothing comfort

How many times must i come back?

Trips to the ends of time

Flight to the furthest of the watchers

How many times?

Tell me love, give me a sign

One i can remember

Two, that I may write on my soul

To not forget lightly

This merry ground has been exhausting

How many times can i say?

Our love is one of bone shedding

Soul bending, twisting

that itch that never goes

In parallel times or not

–

How many times must i try?

I guess till you say the same

“One more time”

and then i will finally stop

Or so i heard

That pain rings in fives

One after the other

Pattern after pattern

Beat after beat

Shebi thats just the rhythm

Sounds to get you moving

Pain to get you sulking

Suffering to get you talking

Madness to get you walking

Rounabout and you are back

Into another body

Another life time, so sudden

Repeating the same cuts

Enjoying this new cup of sin

Bending her will to your command

Control always snatched after the cry

Love comes in plenty forms

Diamonds in different shapes

Or so i have heard, they say

The Trauma of Angels

The first color is white

Bright lights

Every step towards

what is good

brings me closer to more self hatred

Gunshots and bleeding

News circulating

Dead bodies peddling

Town cries, echoing

Vultures digging

I see, and I run

Another lost, killed

I holding the gun

Pointed straight at them

Enemies of the same

This color is mine

Crucial, i relive this pain

By passing along this moment

Into another

I must continue

Repeat

Recycle this one moment

This reel must be seen

I mean, i have no choice

The world must see

How much i hate my own kind

For the Night Only

In the dark night

I see you there

Waiting, for you

to come to me

In your eyes

I see the light

Your smile for me

My pain disappears

Definition, summations

The world can be cruel

In the dark

We danced all night

Holding hands

In your laughter

I let it all go

The kiss burning inside

The hurt nowhere to be seen

Creation, moments

The world can be cruel

We can just continue

pretending

a symbiotic relationship

It is always chasing you
first on the tube screen
come, run, take
we couldn’t look away
first films of moon trips
Color videos of bills
and jean talks
of wants and love, unrequited
we stared into the blue hue
then rapid transformation
like an anvil
dropping from the celestial skies
sunken into earth’s core

gravity accepting
A predator on the hunt for a lick;
a clean wipe at bare bones
always looking for you
controlled, maybe?
It is looking for you
motive who knows
the old king book hides,
hieroglyphics unsolved
the truth:
a beast has now arrived
beckoning hollow sounds
from the deepest ends of the abyss
now we look
stare, break back
curve spines daily
our hands the driver
our palms glued
keeps us all hooked
It is here, close by
a breathe away
inches from our pupils
It wants us alive
to eat
a dichotomy of our bodies
red drip, innards out
a canvass of the human
It wants to enter
into
atoms
deeper into our molecules
where the winner is not us

a primordial being from the beginning
Now, in form of apples and three stars
looking for a piece of that brain fluid
our souls detached, it knows
part of the joys of conquer and internal pillage

Hands Up

I used to pray for my older days

Now, I’m older praying for my better days

The skies tell my future

Stars and planets

One speck dancing on the moon

Body moving, swimming in my memories

Cold nights, iced heart

Hold on, hold me

I used to say

Love submerged

Deep in the tangle

Belief sinking away

Writing, my only power

I fall,

My words raise me back up

I used to pray for my older days

Now, I’m older praying what is to come

In The Flesh

Angels sing to me

The devil, sweetest tone

Doves fly overhead

Thorns sit on my head

One day I curse out

Other times I speak peace

Led by the days that come

My place in the world

bigger than me

The skies hold me

Visions of tomorrow I dream

The present bringing questions

Dark rivers run over

Swimming in red waters

Body heavy, toil taken

Spirits of my ancestors bring me up

Out onto the laid path

Reflections I see

The beauty in the madness