"Stranger in a Strange Land"

I walk the red sand, my destination unknown, 
I pause in the double moonlight, my shadows, alone. 
A stranger in a strange land, I'm tired, misguided. 
A world made of fire, torches, ignited. 
A planet burned red by an oxide diffusion, 
Echoes of silence solidify my exclusion. 
Left in my ship, memories of home,  
I wander this landscape, made of oxidized stone. 
The double moon reflects off my carbonite visor, 
I'm a czar of this stillness, a tyrant, a Kaiser. 
Footprints collecting, horizons void of light, 
I disappear in this planet's crystalized night. 

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Lying in Bed

I was lying in bed

I had something stuck in my head

please someone pull it out

please someone pull it out


I was sitting inside the fire

I didn't scream I just let the flames burn higher and higher

I couldn't talk

I couldn't talk


I fell asleep inside a cloud

I slept for a hundred-thousand years

I didn't make a sound

I didn't make a sound


I was lying in bed

I had something stuck in my head

please someone pull it out

please someone pull it out

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"The Demons of Man"

I fabricate skyscrapers, piercing the heavens with chrome blades.

I see a world of fire: combusting, incinerating, devouring.


The valleys burn red with blood stained spades,

The universe watching discreetly, towering.



The demons of man ignite the skylines as day bleeds to night,

The structures emitting a silent roar as the stars lay breathless.


The avenues inhale kerosene, reflecting red light,

The cities burn to ash, dying, defenseless.



As the aggregation of starlight coats our landscape with a luminous glare,

The ruins of a million memories electrify the skies.


The fires burn out as the moon is relieved of its empowering stare,

The once amplified street pinned under its arbitrary demise.



Once upon a time, when man walked with man,

I stared in the eyes of a world worth living.


I watched as it twisted, tore, became a cancerous scan;

Mankind destroying itself, relentless, unforgiving.



As I walk under a sun that illuminates a planet encased in sorrow,

Tears fall parallel to light rays.

As clouds float in a boundless ocean, awaiting tomorrow,

I continue roaming, a stranger, in a world astray.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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We met in a bubble of stardust,
Shining in the moon's silvery soft glow,
At the sight of each other, emotions long silenced

Were jostled and jumbled, stirred into life's vortex,

Sensations of light, feelings of joy long forgotten began to spring up

Like the start of a cyclone in the quietude of the sea,

Years of lost thoughts, wasted tears, and dreams emerged,

And in that moment, our essences melded,

And the gloom that held the shroud of darkness,
Tightly over your soul lifted,
And for one short moment,
There was air igniting a fire,
Where there had been none,
What is this love?
Never ending attraction,
Reaction, satisfaction,
With it's own breath, life, and death,
Intertwining souls on a long and winding road,
Carve the destinies of many,
With a single grain of sand as their world,
And a pocketful of silver stardust.

Love is sweetness.

...such completeness!


© 2013

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I stray the dunes of Desert beneath a sun of curse,

A walk of remorse that stumbles at each foothold.

The moisture of my brows sends salt into my eyes to burn me for all of my struggles.  

Can I hope for this prize? A promise so devious

Can I hope for this prize? A promise so devious

Am I really the one to blame the land for being so mischievous?

Childlike sand, yet its fervent Lie is so ancient I find myself ambling among it’s ruins.

I stop to dig my knees into its soft skin where I wait with my back bent and my mouth open for the clouds to arrive.

My fragile structure collapses from so long upholding my desperation.

Laid broken along the ground I fight to get a glimpse of the sky before I breathe my last.

Hindsight floods in to give birth to perfect vision.

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They Danced On the Piano


They Sat there Completely Still,


Watching It All Burn to The Ground,


She With Her Red Dress,


He In His Pale-Blue Suit and Bow-Tie,


She With Her Uneasy Hips,


He With His Empty Gold Cup,



They Danced On The Piano,


As The Sunset Faints,


As The Flames Rise High,


He Kissed Her Technicolor-Lips






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Not the only one going crazy~

Dark night, bright moon,

you lit my heart on fire.

scorching sun, you have given me purpose,

it lifts me higher.


drift into sleep, I'm wishing to see you in my dreams...

at least I can feel you there..

I miss the way you'd push back your hair..

off to the side when you just don't care..


the taste of June.. 

the scent of July.. 

the warmth of August.. 

September i'll always remember.

October is way worth to forget.

feeble, faint... 


painting a portrait with this soul that reminds me of you,

smudged & running.. 

is this all now but a delusion...?

I can't help but question... 


please precious smile, stay with me for a long while.

eyes so piercing..

i'm sorry I can't stop myself from recapping..

it's breaking me apart inside

but i'll hold myself together & stick around for the ride..


shallow waters.. low tide.

stop trying to pry open my head.. 

i'll keep shaking you off to the side, instead..

if you can't understand these petty complexes..

i'm not the only one going crazy.

i'm not asking you to save me.. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 


I don't want to be immortal


I don’t want to be immortal,

I want to sit on the grainy edge,

with my eyes lost in the blueness,

with my bare feet covered by sand

washed by waves of salted water.


I don’t want to be immortal,

I want to walk the immense meadows

green, yellow, gray, colorful meadows

feeling the texture of the rainbow

in the nakedness of my tired feet


I don’t want to be immortal,

I want to walk the crowded city

while the sunlight between buildings

blends with the highness of my spirit,

caressing my skinless forgotten pain.


I don’t want to be immortal

I want the dryness of the dessert,

the narcissistic cactuses  

arrogantly showing their muscles,

to the immense lighted nothingness.


I don’t want to be immortal

I want black coffee and a book

while I see Victoria playing

boasting her unconscious innocence

before my finally pleased old mind.


I don’t want to be immortal,

I just want to smell a red rose

given to me the night before

by my finally eternal lover,

and get lost in the memories,

in the images of his beauty.


I don’t want to be immortal,

I want to walk through the fire,

slowly burning by the heat of time

steady steps, eyes in the horizon,

and at the end, just my iron heart,

untouchable, for once, forever.

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Little is known about this entity,

I don't know if it roams free.

It could be locked somewhere,

In the past, future or present.


It is made out of living fire,

Something you could not hire.

Associated with the star Fomalhaut,

Which is its home, its delight.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about Cthugha.

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