Lost boys of Graves Atan Marched with grey fog Swirling dirges of magic Orchestrated their rising Dark heart of the village Awaited their coming Rose from its hub As they came the closer So was the trap Ready to clamp its jaws I closed my soul To the future. #vss365 #bardbits

The lost boys ran through invisible streets, defining the shape of inner space with tattoos of occult mathematical symbols, snorting stardust from the cauldron of dreadful philosophical potions, their familiar deaths a basic presumption of their own archetypal mothers. #vss365

I found you again Just outside of grief Where the breakage becomes obsolete Where nothing is fixed You were not there Not physically Some parody of emotion Held your spirit there I talked Using the silence As punctuation Wondering on your minds location #vss365

We collected fear on our belts, notching intricate runes, dark chronicles of our deeds, We were heavyweights by the standards of our sponsors, wicked faced things, which had the look of hollyhock dolls, and the teeth of last years witches. #vss365

Remember the seed in the round silence Growing warm between opposites, No place existed For the cold dirt of prejudice. A gentle balance, Slow the dance before time Of black & white truth. From the dark tree Stretching to the light New seeds from the old And so many corrupted.

And then there was me, disturbed. Perhaps I am the silence, the rippled pond, and you are the stone, the furthest thrown. Order and chaos, the silence and me,  aspects of, on and off, black and white dots, occult inkblots against the silence, against the consciousness. #scififri

The Devil takes her Up the wooden hill It is warm outside tonight They give it cooler tomorrow Although someone's heart Will be trapped in Hell #fsmpy

Can anyone spare a pair of #sturdy boots for my brain? It has a habit of falling over at the first hint of r... Oops, there it goes again. #vss365

Of course now we lose, With the spirit encysted Dreams will suffocate. Help, help, for God's sake Before all Faith is brought up By hell's red brokers. I am merely man, Sturdy as November mist In this changing climate. #vss365

A snowflake behind the curtain, As Invisible to me As the reality of a promise, Of a principle; Still, there is beauty, Not mine, not hers, not always, Not anything I can readily decipher. Grains, infected And as magic as salt, Unable to burn, Burning all the same. #vss365

now loyal bluebirds remain tweeting in the trees only autumn leaves #haikuchallenge ~loyal~

Hello #WritingCommunity, followers & poetry lovers. I'm delighted to announce that my debut chapbook will be coming out soon! "The Art of Glass Houses" will be available on 20th Dec. Thank you Alien Buddha Press (open for submissions) 🍉 and everyone who has supported my writing journey 💙 #poetrylovers

The days dream away my sleep, and I find myself awake, my thighs burning alongside my mind; the distinction lost, like a cause, like a construction of flesh, of soul, not fully grown and yet groaning; a golden yawn, my tonsils the sun, my imagination the whole of night. #vss365

Time stretches and groans like an elk ligament caught between the teeth of a bear sow. Porcine and terrible she is sated with a belly full of stars. Her excrement adorned with salmon bones and berry stones tells fortunes. Her snout encompasses multitudes.#poem #poetry #amwriting

Sometimes it’s not the devil, sometimes it’s the things you have called into your heart, the things that walk across your scars in the night, banshees, banished thoughts, sharp as the weilded bottle, keen as is a mattress on which nightmare sleeps with misremembered love. #vss365

There is terror and fear, then there are the sins of the gods. They burn so darkly against the skin of the soul, play tricks so wicked upon the mind, that words nor art can touch upon their truth without becoming part of the scream, the shockwave of the transgression. #vss365

She deboned doves, all of them, a dule, mourning afore the deed. The false promise of peace, the long lie that was love, she used those as a blade, braided. With one hand, the cut, with the other, she held their wings. Broken the flight, broken the heart, ended the song. #vss365

Pass me the last straw, hand me the dove's twig & the deadest branch from the decayed tree of knowledge. I need to weave a vest for my scars, to warm my wounds into remembrance of pain so as I might badly laugh & madly scream, & come again into life, dressed for occasion. #vss365

I dreamt of you in summertime, you were a gold rhyme, a rehearsal of the sublime; alchemy afforded rights, days into nights, lust into the lovers' fights, green falling toward the end, nothing time could mend, a battle against #autumnal reverends. #vss365

Ah, your wings draw in closer, so close were the birds to flight, so close the talons to dropping me upon the surface of the beating heart, amongst the streets become arteries, flooded with blood, pumped full of life on the very edge of clogging to death the city. #vss365