I write my sorrows upon the walls with whatever red the night has left in me, each word heavy as rust peeled from the bones of a heart left out in the rain. This flat has become a mausoleum, four walls keeping watch over the wreckage of my name, where every shadow knows my face and every silence remembers what I was too proud to say. I write of loves gone rotten, of promises left to die quietly, of hands slipping from mine when I still mistook staying

Green the fields,,I sit upon The sky is darkening,,The clouds are dark We hear the echo,,of the angry drum Your eyes are moist,,There full of fear The lightning strikes,,Deep memory's flash The heart it pounds,,The pulse speeds to race Hot flush's,,Become upon the face Heads fall down,,Tears do fall So i hold you tight,,Going to make it all right My lips gentle,,I place a kiss The honey dew,,The taste i leave A kiss,, made to please To take away,,Heart ache,tension and fear Making dark clouds,,All storms disappear Are eyes do meet,,The sun shines bright All darkness gone,,just love to stay Love and light,,A life of meaning a new beginning For love

a thousand voices raging in your ear pleading “let us in!” “let us in!” so we can feast upon your soul burns away all the light within us until we are dark as charcoal becoming just another moonlit shadow wailing upon the moor obscene shapes barely human brooding beasts shambling toward the city ruins on all fours seeking bloodlust, insatiable desires invoking evil rites of passage insanity erasing the circle marching to the drumbeat of war irradiated shadows burnt into the stone silence after the screams

You can’t hold back the tide the dark gods have returned their shadows reach across the earth carried by many bodies though never seen in their true form things that should be dead but live horrors spoken only of in whispers seen through the glassy eyes preserved within the peat as mirrors to the Otherworld a great beast who did not slouch towards Jerusalem for Jerusalem was no more its cathedrals echo empty secrets within them bloodied sacrificial alters made from desiccated hearts, teeth and bones

I see those stars,,and broken dreams My heart is one,,My mind is full The dreams,,,That shift Throughout the day,,I wish my dreams Would come to me,,A different way That never float,,The mist inside Just disappear,,just evaporate My mind could be,,So clear I could see the fact,,The honest truth The clouds in air,,That storms do brew The miracle,,That beats a drum And like a harp,,So sharp,,So clear, The stars of love,,They just Appear

The rain has learned my name tonight, and wears it like a funeral stain; it falls through the ribs of heaven and rusts what remains. I walk where the streetlights tremble, where the pavements swallow the rain, with a heart gone cold and flavourless, too tired to hurt again. I chose the road with no ending, the one that forgets where it goes; I followed its broken black teeth through the mud and the falling snow. And every wrong turn knows me. Every ghost knows my face.

priests of unreason chant liturgy of soulless litany a codex-hymn seeking to appease what never existed their words sung like equations digital archivists flensing beliefs from the cracked spine of myth; marrow turned to ash the language is dead, syntax disarticulated meaning long ago dissipated Remembrancers cannot retrieve memory from the vale of entropy nameless gods forgotten heroes stories that built worlds no longer lived; no longer learnt locked in stone detritus of a petrified culture-forest waiting for Shadowmancers to breathe sonos and logos meaning persists not in scripture but in Ancestral cycles written from the dust

return to the sea be with me come home listening she is afraid; brave turns to the shore gazes west to a line of water and sky remembers her circle Enbarr runs to her ninth wave moonlight bright on its brow i will remember her when the sea reflects her light my hearth holds her good fire She is called from the Sea as was her mother all mothers

Enabling Fool Experiencing unworthy exposure, tic tac marriage off my clock, leash displayed with razor cut blurs, no hope will paint nor lusting chalk. So young, attraction infused—magnetic forces, yet I was to be a yo-yo. Beyond the sheets on object so bruised, years to be forever yours, I'm the enabling fool! Snapping fingers I will run straight to you for what is wanted, King Pride? Holding my string as he watches me spun, granting your wishes as I am the enabling fool. Emotions never seen, smiles are a thing of thought, of course it’s not my turn to talk, yet, of course I will bow as you taught—tears hide under my knife, beyond liquid jack. Destruction, conviction, conversion stabbing cloth, cotton for me and silk for you, evil snake of you, flying high to my light, you Lucifer moth! Granting wishes, such an enabling fool!

Stood tall, so abused, as each breath flew. Butterflies surround, trickling down of sound. Vibes sorrow expressed, tears, sadness, crying, "help." Silver tufted fruits whelp as dispersed like drops. For his poetry—his life stops, my dear friend, lost.