Claddagh

The crack that lets light in,

No hinges or a lid.

Light serves no purpose

As life’s gravity well

Eats all it touches.

Broken instruments

Make little sound

Only the death moan

Of the lost orchestra

Singing to the dream

Of Eurydice.

Living in Plato’s cave,

Chains forged from

Warm bodies embrace

In years of spring mornings and

Warm summer afternoons.

Hot nights in white satin

Replaced with the long slow bleed

As years are peeled away

Exposing only the black core

Lying beneath.

A forgotten language

Leaves dust on the tongue,

Sweet kind eyes

Stir the deep forgotten thoughts

Strangled in their crib

Before given legs to run.

Tomorrow came a day to soon. 

Home

 Memories circle like sharks,

The eyes of the abyss

Peering through me

Shattering all it touches.

Thoughts dissipate

Into the air

With exhaled smoke

Replaced with the cold fear

Of a new day.

A life squandered

Has no chrysalis,

It grows chunks

Like milk left out to long

It goes down hard

With fire on the tongue.

Sad little parts

Choked into submission

To make way for

The new Home.

Maw of Love

Your clothes

No longer hold your sent.

No gentle kisses

Can wake you now.

Empty slipper

With no feet to fill them.

The albatross

Tugs me down to drown

Into Tantalus pool.

Ambrosia turned to ashes

In the mouth,

No life outside the hermit’s villa

Only statues from medusas gauze.

Left with just my pale horse

To keep me company

Lost is your gentle touch

Across my brow.

Beyond view from Dante,

An inferno just my own.

Left with no melody,

Just the wind and rain

No fiddle to play it on.

The weekends deafening silence

Devoid of sweet suggestions,

The bitter reality

The only truth;

Each day’s march

Follows the next

Into the mouth of the sun,

Where melted wings

Burn

In the cold of the night,

Each breath is not your own.

Tears on my Lips

 I sleep in your death bed 

I taste your last kiss on my lips. 

Haunted with apparitions 

of Christmas past. 

I promised you, 

failed no action taken, 

still frozen 

your tears still moist 

on my fingertips. 

No more secret walks on the beach. 

No more hot morning coffee. 

Your ashes look down on me, 

they never put your ring with you 

it rests on top. 

I can only remember 

it resting on your finger. 

There was so much more 

that was left unfinished. 

Like echoes in an empty room 

it fills my head 

all the words I failed to say, 

each time I wasn’t their to hold you. 

I learned how to live with loss 

but you were just to much. 

King Moonracer

 

Unceasing, unending, 

no way out, 

no way up. 

Where is Polaris 

when there is no sky, 

is life, life 

when all that is life 

is lost. 

What is you purpose when 

God takes it all away. 

How does one find more 

when there is nothing left. 

I saved all the tears 

for when you left and 

now they never end.

To Mega Therion

 

Flesh still on the bone, 

chuckles in the shadows 

alone is not alone. 

At the fringes, hiding 

just out of view 

a hunger never satiated. 

It lingers in the crease 

between asleep and awake, 

jeering from the sidelines. 

A friend that is not a friend. 

its sticky sheen dripping 

from your skin, 

filling every pore, 

each step covering more. 

It can’t be tamed  

won’t be calmed 

biting the hand that feeds. 

No Rest

Mirror, Mirror

 Lost in purgatory, 

sorrows never ending kiss 

each day a new tommorow 

caught in yesterday. 

A pathetic shameless shell 

the fractured reflection 

of what once was. 

Promises break with no sound 

leaving only jagged blackholes 

fiercely eating all thats left, 

till only death remains.