Moon

Here under the cold nocturn

Moon

I plunder my wealth of time in gloom and ponder

Here alone among us all

Among the money

The happy few

The beautiful

Gods own wealthy.

I am outcast

Among the holy, damned

Among the damned, holy

God forsaken, descending to

Black sun oblivion

Of the rejected

Amongst the enormity

Of human pain

I am speechless

Witness to the horror the Requiem Mass of all

Living things

This birth death cult universe

This burning matter

The sheer consumption

Of it

The mundane daily murder in it

The sheer plod of slaughter

And yet

And yet

And yet

 Among the blackened ash

A drop of love, a secret vermillion gash

Open mouthed kiss

A soft gravity of empathy

The weakest force yet ever lasting

Pulls me slowly into eternal 

immersive embrace

Discursively alive.

 Articulately ascending

Death Cult Ape

This blood  consciousness 

So present, yet so corrupted

Birthed in evolutions carnivorous 

Insanity

gashed schizophrenia.

This self destructive death cult ape,

My fellow man.

Stained with ego

The image of God 

Murdered.

Rise and chant 

Risen and kissed 

Make kindness your only nation

Amber light

When all have friends and I none

Along the way finding one

But then so insecure of poverty of love, i work like a drugged mute

And have no other life to fulfil

Living  in the grey, suburban regions of time

in mourning still, for nothing

Whilst others have ego 

whilst others wealth 

I cannot have  it

Always at the back hand of the conversation of the opinionated 

I live in this under world, sickened by Human cruelty 

The arrogance in which it grows

People soft flesh, "Have become like destruction 

the destroyers of worlds and here on this worn pavement

In this valleys town,

The orange necklace in the midnight rain

Under the heavy mountain 

In this place of doubts 

 I find a world in which even a drop of love

sustains us

shell

When I am shell without being

 when I am shell and no flesh

 when I am shelled out and Hollow

 when I am spiral in stone

Among the generation who measure out life in screens I will be data in grains of sand

The spiral of my doing

I am shout love flash zero one

Dusk

When the night falls inevitably as the rain

Sudden and conclusive 

as all endings are- 

it will come like warm breath on the nape

Panther sprung,

Like a lethal injection, stalks among the silken  trees 

whispers hackle rise to the neck at the

lost cause intravenous-drip of dusk

 An ancient argument won

transubstantiated as

eternity poured into a dark kiss

The final act of uncertain bliss

Harness

Soul is in harness

Locked in flesh 

A distillation of senses 

Wrapped in a cage of wayward thought. 

No escape but the 

eternal  unknown 

A Blessed stream of endless flow

A lone mountain brook

A high wind riding rook

My body turned in imitation

Translates in sacred communication