Manic

I dream of words dipped in neon light.

Vision bursts, kaleidoscopic mind.

Life’s a drug, and I’ve OD’d a thousand times.

With every death, I’m buried deep in clay

forced to chip at it. Every, single, day.

I have an addicts brain,

All I want is my words to shine with even brighter neon lights.

Even if that means most days feels like I’m locked in clay.

Lilac Skies

My mind is filled with lilac skies most days,

sweet serenity hidden away.

New storm clouds form almost every day.

They find their way, desperate to make my skies a redder shade.

Sometimes they grow thunderstorms inside my soul.

On rarer days—admist the thralls of violence—I lose sight of the peace I stored and start to thirst for war.

My lilac skies start to bleed.

Rain cuts down like blood from flesh.

The day is lost, desolate, and red.

Not till dawn, do I awake to lilac skies.

All the fresh fallen hate washed away.

A promise to start every day with a clean slate.

Alchemy

Even in darkness,

I’m haunted by color.

Empty space and silence,

like an all-day concert.

I’ve long since resigned

my right to hide

from all this life.

Fueled by strife,

I’ll toil through turmoil,

until I make it sublime.

Rage

Like lava in the veins

poison fuel, life in flames

Senseless self destruction

A match box in the brain

every finger on a hair trigger

begging for a taste. . .

I almost went back to my old ways

sparked by a hateful flame

I almost lost all restraint

but here I remain, unscathed

I’ll be a Better Dreamer

I die every night

Killed in a fight

Next day lost in a haze

Some call it a different name

Hope locked in a cage

Until it boils into rage

Melts through chains

No longer restrained

By the time I go to sleep

I’m ready to bleed

Can’t wait to see

what monsters are waiting for me

Heretic

Halcyon mysteries formed our ministries.

Priests claim prophecy, live by idolatry.

Demonize humanity, practicing robbery,

so many good lives waisted. . .

Faith weaponized

Energy spent on hating

Enemies created

New lives,

War cries,

Nothing is changing.

Losing my patience

tainted,

Nothing held sacred

forsaken.

This life won’t be spent chasing

salvation,

from a man made damnation.

Not Tonight

I want to make it right

The hate I feel inside

It hurts, but saved my life

My life, won’t end tonight.

So I start dreaming:

No more breathing.

Heart stops beating.

Mind still screaming.

Words so fleeting.

Body dying

. . .

But the soul keeps dreaming