retrograde

Mediterranean blue skies
against the green trees of spring
the sun is blinding as it streams
the smell of coconut permeates as I breathe
the slow fan shifts the air above my head
the cat cautiously approaches the window with dread
holding on to life and all of its threads
in a world where I’ve grown
my friends are gone
I’m on my own now, all alone
forever in the front row
where music is a constant sound
in between the delicate folds of dawn
and the darkness of dusk I can be found
a few more years to go
I’ll be strong like the girl I know
that loved the water and the mountain air
walked in the sun without a care

T-reason

I watched my back in the mirror as the knife slid in
and out cutting my heart into a thousand pieces.
I felt the most excrutiating pain while
shards of glass pierced my eyes and tears streamed down like acid rain.
Your betrayal is like a cold dark day in June,
like the night sky without a moon.
I will never understand the knives you held,
while saying you love me until I fell
down the long lonely path to hell.
It was all lies I told myself through out the years,
as I looked away and ignored my fears.
The person that I thought I knew
was just a fictional story that was never true.
You held those knives until it was the perfect time
to finally use them and end my life.

The Dinner Cruise

drowning in her blood in a sea of wine
surrounded by strangers who had come to dine
she got bored and built a raft to float down a slow stream
she must have been traveling for days, it seemed,
as she’d fallen into a dream
she was lying on a blanket in the woods
where she was found half alive by a pack of wolves
sniffing her hair, with heavy breaths
they surrounded her under January’s full moon
preparing to consume her soon
but a wolf who seemed to be in charge
approached her very playful and protective
with sharp teeth, soft fur and very large
he nudged her and licked her and stared into her eyes
she knew she could trust him and would stay alive
for hours she howled, played and eventually
snuggling with him and his long soft fur she fell asleep
she awoke all alone with the memory
of the wolves that let her run free

Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr

I wanna be a rainbow
but I need a halo
and my life is a tornado
hovering over a volcano
full of tomato
with a face like a potato
I’m just a silly meme
writing down my dreams
sitting by a stream
eating cherry ice cream
do you know what I mean?

psycho on da bus

It’s time
It is time to take a rest
after this long night comes a new morning
while the storm is not above your head
take a long breath
let hate dissipate
relax and meditate
on unconditional and forgiving love
let your soul be free
take a long breath and breathe
the anxiety and fears of the years will pass
just give it all a rest

Asleep

The misty fog swirling around the window panes
licking its tongue into the corners of the evening
lingering upon a shallow pool
slipping by the soft December moon
making a sudden leap
curling about the house and then falling asleep
dirty faces against the window panes
dirty faces raised to the Gods in vain
the crows are gathering up the faces of the murderers
within the victims eyes
they lie eternally

WidE AwakE

The weather is intoxicating
Autumn calls
Blowing leaves
Surrounded by birds singing
Crisp air
Darkening skies
The drums of war beats
Where love goes to die
I’ve seen wars in far off lands
I’ve wondered if kindness ever truly wins
No one wants to be told what to do
But shouldn’t we strive to be honest and true
If what you do causes death and destruction
It’s kind of like fall that ends
In a cold winter of isolation

thorns

you’re the most wicked heartless witch
the world’s most cruelest bitch
you’re a goblin
with a lot of problems
you’re a monster who chomps on victims
chews them up and spits them
you’re a werewolf lurking in the shadows
waiting for victims to devour
you’re a liar who no one can trust
self absorbed with insatiable lust
you’re a demon straight from hell
that destroys everywhere you dwell
you’re a souless zombie who’s dead
sick and twisted in the head
you’re a screaming banshee of death
who stalks and steals your breath
you’re an ugly haunted house
dark and cold and empty throughout
you’re a poltergeist with a vendetta
scaring everyone with your twisted agenda
you’re a siren luring whore
tempting those who are safe on shore
you’re a vampire with a bloody mouth
who sucks all the joy out

Operation: Ghost

I’m a psychopath with a lot of patience.
Counting on you to become complacent.
Attack you when you least expect it.
A phantom force with a need for vengeance.
You won’t know what I’m doing,
You won’t know where I am,
When I beat the entire game,
I restart and play it again.
Navigating better and faster,
I know what I’m after.
Sneaking up from behind with a master plan.

Plastic Straws

As I sip through a lame paper straw
that I pushed through a plastic lid
on a plastic cup from Starbucks,
doom scrolling my way online:
It’s too late to stop AI from taking over.
It’s like stopping electricity, you can’t.
Aliens are watching us from Vegas, again.
I wonder what they think about our homeless problem?
Is this a prison planet where our criminal ancestors were placed, with memories erased?
Are the aliens in the UAP’s merely patrolling us?
They worry that we may figure out how to escape,
or blow the entire thing up.
Maybe we invented the internet so that we all can come
together to send signals to the universe.
Does it really matter what we think or say?
We’re all just strangers in a parasocial interaction.
Is all of this just a Muskian simulation?
If time travel is invented in the future,
then we might be visited by time travelers NOW,
which means that time travel would have to also exist NOW.
The point of it all is to be happy, of this I am sure.
Until I realize, there is no point at all.