the ambrosia of fools

The Ambrosia of Fools

 

A heartsick giant, the truest hand;

a scion of hatred, awful night;

 

in sickness and in health the stalker wraiths,

his own shadow an ailment before him.

 

Lest he fall, fall with him. Lest

the pillars of men crash loudly in the

abandonments of natural mysticism,

 

lest your soul be lifted to the cloudless sky,

the stars in love with the mirrored lakes

a haze of fog, smog and death.

 

A heartsick piriah, no; forget him not.

 

The birds cast shadows on their line,

the birds cannot see but meals of gnashing

spiders; the birds cannot love

 

with arms flailing to embrace a brokenhearted

someone in the coming of the dawn.

 

The empty abyss is staring, waiting for it's prey.

 

What will you say when the last poet dies?

When the music has left on the black moon

sunset dancing over wicked peaks of sky scratching

masouleoms in the belly of the heartless city?

 

What will you say when your fathers fall from the

heavens with the weight of murder? They will leave

an imprint of a white hand marking ties that have

unthreaded under the microscope of the opaque moon.

 

When you will lust, you will find a beautiful damnation,

the withering taste of nectar, the ambrosia of fools;

 

when the satelites of men crash from the sky like meteors of

love, only you will count the bodies that you

have left behind in age and only you

can twine the threads of fraying reason;

 

the world is more than love,

a timeless, wicked thing.

Time

Time

 

If words should keep my name on tongues

and always sharp to mind

I'd build a ship of gentle psalm, if I only had the time

A prayer of day to guide the night

as smoky clouds subside

I'd laugh the tune to restless friends

I'd return to the sky

 

Look forward to the break of dawn

Look forward to the sky

I'll laugh away and face the floor

I'd return to the sky

 

Stay Awake

Stay Awake

Inside the heart of darkness lies the blinding spirit light 
Beneath the wires and cables running deep
Inside my heart still pumping blood up to my falling head
My love is dying, I'm falling fast asleep
The fields of verdant pleasure, bound magnificence of God
The oceans kissing shorelines on the beach 
To push away the innocent, to stay a quaking hand 
My heart beats slow, I'm falling fast asleep

But wait for the dreamland muse of slumber soft repose
Her poisoned primp of perjury and plush
The hushing low of innocence, now floating on the bay
Into the fiery clutches of the dusk

Please don't fall asleep


Don't call me on my bullshit, I'm a loser and a liar
No words can match the frailty of my trust 
Beneath the guise of chickenwire and candy coated angst
lies broken bottle bliss and haunted lust
Don't wake me from this dreamtime howl of nighttime cloaked in black 
Don't listen for the words to make me blush
I've seen the serpent prowling in the grazing fields of home 
I've watched the world and shuddered in disgust

I've waited for a lifetime for this endless crown of fire 
I've longed to see the seagulls in the air
The zephyrs catch my face and my life has been a waste 
Don't fall asleep for ages of despair

Please don't fall asleep