Friday, March 31, 2006



Silence greets us
Strapped to a chair of nails
No cover from the rain
Infested by rabid snails

On truth we prosper
In lies we are whole
No room for forgiveness
We are now Satan's tool

Bloodshed on the cabinet
Don't let it touch the food
Overflowing and paralyzing
Awake, my child, death is coming...

Saturday, March 04, 2006



When leaves rustle, it's time to leave.

Saturday, February 25, 2006



when the wind blows
when the nose snores
when the sun rises
when the laughter subsides
when the hand moves
when the eyes twitch
when the music vibrates
when the fingers snap
when the eyes stare

I hate.

Friday, February 24, 2006



The image that stares you in the face may not accurately represent the sentiment behind the projector-- for we all wear masks and costumes that disguise our true selves, resplend with trinkets of what we think others want to see. It's all an amusing, sub-conscious game with no real winners.



Reality hit like the proverbial two-ton brick
Everywhere around me the foggy obvious
And I refused to see
Reality meshes with imagination
Vitality of our dreams kept alive by deception
Instant rush of euphoria
Ebbed by sadness in a blood-stained river
Where is sanity?
My heart explodes into a million pieces
Inside my chest of nails
Real torment
Real torture
Or ecstasy?
Right or wrong, my decision to make.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

In the distance
A flower blooms
Is that thou love?
Or but a mirage of thine devotion?

Oh, but to feast upon such sweet splender;
Mine tongue doth crave the dawn's sweet nectar
that doth arise with the moon's glow

Upon this wave I rest
The ocean gives me movement
Or is it thou love
That sends me along?


Pain Of Love

Pricked prodded
Impaled and slaughtered
Left to rot
Beneath the cleansing flood
Light gives darkness
Bloated carcass still projects a smile

Nothing to live for
Nothing to hope for
Slit the wrist of purity
To release the demons
That tear at my flesh



Oh, Happy Day!

The image before me
Sets the stars aloft
The sails waif in the wind
Along the journey I am prodded

An oasis awaits me
The sands beckon my soul
Afloat along a wisp of air
Carefree and unafraid

Friday, September 16, 2005


Nothing In Particular

Swimming helplessly praying for the end of time but only greeted by a reaper with a smirk and a hatchet that cuts through me and a soul that bleeds black my heart ripped apart by a cerrated knife that lives and breathes with a vengence only matched by a heartless evil, breathing and thriving; hate follows our shadows.


What I Think

Say anything you want; do what you want, love who you want, hate who you want... just justify it and don't mess with my loved ones. Fair?

Friday, May 27, 2005



Recover the body
Search for the truth
Denied opportunity
Convalesce in paradise

Time ticks away
Arbitrary phrases that pollute
Are hinging on acceptance

If we should meet
Would the image reciprocate?
Or would it deter this feeling
I have built up inside for so long?


Another Haiku

In this world there are
Promises that do sometimes
Kill your soul within.



Cowher, scream
Nothing more than a dream
Terror succumbs around
Hopelessly bound
To the demons that surround
Nothing to hope for
Dare to dream
For nightmares do become reality
A function that serves a purpose
A means to an end
Take it all
No one cares
No one dares to raise their voice
For the ghosts might hear
Silence yourself
Strangle reality
Nothing matters anymore
Time to go...

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