Choose Your Path

Have You Peered into Your Blackness?

Have You Seen the Well Inside?

Have You Faced the Life You Chose?

Will You be Happy When You’ve Died?

If You Could Live Your Life Again

What Ending Would You Choose?

Would You Do It All the Same?

Knowing You’d Still Lose?

Do You Believe in Second Chances?

Or That Fate has Cast Your Lot?

Would You Wipe the Past Away,

The Way You Scrub Away a Spot?

Would You Choose for Yourself

Or Listen to Souls More Wise?

Would You Step in to New Life

With Widely-Opened Eyes?

Or Would You Choose to Come Again

Beholden to Your Lies?

Would You Pick the Path You’ve Led

The One Now Set in Mise?

Eyes Be Gone

I’ll Tell a Tale

And Weave it Well

Intending to Deceive,

But I Impart

A Loaded Dart

With Poison

At My Leave.

And if You Thought

You Knew Me Well

There’s Always

More to Learn:

A Golden Heart

Enclosed in Dark

For Which One Day

You’ll Yearn.

But Fool Me Once

And I Will Rise,

With My Eyes on You,

With Loaded Darts,

My Deadly Art,

And I Always

Follow Through.

First Attempt

She peered up toward the sky.

A Blackened Void began appearing in the distance.

A pin-prick at first, it swelled and widened, undulating into space itself.

It grew - spinning and rotating

A darkened red rim formed at its outermost edges - a barrier to quell the blackness.

The center swelled outwards and then back into itself, and then outwards again - a repetitious viscous swell of vinyl ink absorbing all the light around it.

It grew larger and larger, higher than a ten story building, blotting out the trees and skyline behind it.

It happened quietly and quickly, and no one seemed to notice, or care, except her.

Two young girls stepped out of the void, much younger than she.

She raised a bemused eyebrow as they walked down the concrete path in the park toward her.

She knew why they were, and what they meant to do.

The smaller one came up to her and reached toward something in her pocket.

The girl’s trembling wrist was marked with a faded tattoo: a remnant of the past that disclosed her poor judgement.

The woman smiled at the girls, unfalteringly. At least they did this face to face. I’ll give them that much.

Follow Through

Indignation, Consternation

Are what See me through,

And when you take My Darkness

I’ll take the Light from you.

I’ll do what I do best -

I’ll sneak and play pretend,

And when your soul is broke,

I’ll laugh while you try to mend.

For what is a true woman,

But One who bears the Cost

Of Protecting Listless Lambs

Through pain, fury, and exhaust?

And what you’ve done to Me

Will now be Condemned to you -

A Life of Hellfire Spent,

As Darkness Follows Through.

Then Indignation, Consternation,

I will gift to you,

And you will See My Fury,

And be Frightened by Follow-Through.

Prismatic Tomes

And then One Day You’ll See,

With Misshapen Misery,

That the Misery of the Past,

Possibly Couldn’t Last.

You’ll See a Brighter Day,

Prismatic in its Array,

And Glooming in the Gloam,

Under the Ocean’s Foam,

You’ll Begin to Wonder ‘Why?’

That All They did was Lie.

But Earth’s Beauty We Will Roam,

Sharing Our Ancient Tome.

Starships

When Starships Start to Rise

Under September Skies,

I’ll Rise Above their Lies,

To Dole out a Surprise,

And When you raise your Eyes,

Heaving out your Sighs,

You will Smile at What We’ve Done,

Because We Also Deserve Fun.

A New Time to Penetrate,

All Who would Denigrate,

And when they see Us As We Are,

They will behold a True North Star,

And as Polaris Starts to Bend,

We Come Forth to Mend

The Querulous and the wrong,

Because We Make Ourselves Strong.

The Rift

A rift of

Temporal time

Begins to sine,

But was I ever

Without time,

As demons climbed

Inside my mind?

Am I ever

Without time?

A limitless

Temporal sine,

Blacking out

From in

My mind?

But with a

Subconscious

Once divine,

I will do right,

Myself,

This time,

And bend my will

To the signs,

And gain control

Of temporal time,

As I master

Inside my mind,

With a conscience

Now divine,

As I swim

Through waves

Sublime,

Mastering myself

This time,

And blossoming,

I’ll be fine,

With a dearth

Of love this time,

Con Science

For all time.

Aeons

I have promises to keep,

And Aeons to go before I sleep.

Whilst I long for comfort,

I am no sheep,

And I travel the Hard road,

For it is Mine to Keep.

And though the Frost will seep,

Into marrow and bones, oh so deep,

I have promises to keep,

And Aeons to go before I sleep.

I will not leave my flock of sheep,

Though I am wary and feel too deep,

I travel the Hard road,

For it is Mine to Keep,

And for Eons More,

I shall not know sleep.

Discernment

Discernment from Darkness,

Lucidity from Light,

We Carry Forth

This Torch at Night.

Death from Dis-Memberment,

Losses from Lies,

We Rise Again -

One Voice in Reply.

Gather your Kin,

The New and the Old;

Help One Another,

And Make Your Minds Bold.

Leaving

Karmically Absent

& Destined For None,

I Will Remember

What You Should Have Done.

I Won’t Say Goodbye,

I Won’t Heave a Sigh,

And When I Am Through,

You Will Wish I Had Died.

Consolation

I’ll throw Desire on the Pyre

And Watch it Burn in Flames,

And live with Destitution

And Consolation in my Shame.

I’ll Wander through the Woods

To Restart once again,

Searching for my Solace

With Never-Ending Pain.

And as I learn from my Lessons,

I’ll Reflect on what I’ve Gained:

A Brand New Perspective

With Self-Knowledge as my Aim.

A Tempest of Time

The hands of time,

The sands of time;

Which one would you choose?

Would you control

Your own Direction?

Or let the Furies’ Winds Unloose?

If you choose your own Direction,

You had better choose it well -

For the Furies’ New Direction,

Their compass can still tell.

And when you’ve seen their Tempest,

When you witness what they do,

You will cry out for Protection,

But it is not promised now to you.

So choose your own Direction,

And hang cloth upon the mast,

For I sense an Insurrection

That will arrive too fast.

And if you heed my Warning,

You may just be spared yet,

But do so at the Dawning

To better hedge this bet.

And when, at last, their winds blow,

You will feel upon the breeze

That this new kind of Tempest

Will sink you to your knees.

Karmic Chagrin

A Karmic Sin

To Pull You In

Is What I Do

Too Well.

I Weave

With Words

Dispatching Rhymes,

Whilst Diving In

The Sands of Time.

And One Day,

I Will Hold Sway,

Over All Your Thoughts,

For I Think of Sin

But Do Not Give In,

Though Wary & Distraught.

But Yes, I Think All That I Ought.

Delusional

The Delusion

Of Illusion

Marks the Soul

Unclean,

But what is a Spot

To Another,

When all is not

As it seems?

Would you scrub

Your Stains out?

Would you bleach them,

Nice and clean?

Would you burn

The temple down?

To Conflagrate

The obscene?

Consumed

When a Dawning
Starts with Yawning,
When the New Fawn
Comes to Stay,
When Lights are Linked
In Morning,
Love will Not Hold Sway.

When What has
Gone Before,
Comes Here Once Again,
I'll Dream a Dream
Of Soaring,
Before Night
Has Her Say.

And When Night
Beholds my Mourning,
When Blackest Ink
Won't Dry,
You'll Heed my Cries
Of Warning,
As Black Consumes the Sky.

A Self Aside

When talking to your Self,

Do you stop and wonder why

All the passers-by

Try to hide their eyes?

When speaking with your Soul

Do you ever choose to ask

What more is there;

Is this life your one task?

Do you ever stop and listen

To Murmurs in the wind?

Do you ever ask yourself

What is the point of Sin?

Do you ever wake up lonely,

With tears in your eyes?

Do you ever long for freedom?

To have it by your side?

Do you ever think one day

There may no longer be a “you?”

Do you ever stop and ask,

What is the point of what you do?

Malach

Malach,

A Daemon,

From on High,

Would Like

To Sing

A Lullaby.

Light Bathed

In Orange,

& Gleaming Grey,

His Fire

Burns Bright,

For He Longs

To Stay.

Not of The

Once-Born,

& Now

Come Again,

He’ll Breed

A Different

Kind of Men.

Purpose

Each Person has a Purpose;

Each has a Part to Play.

Would You Evade Your Purpose?

Would You Run Instead of Stay?

What if You Lost Your Purpose?

Somewhere Along Your Way?

Would Your Soul Resurface,

Or Stay Hidden Far Away?

Would You do the Work

And Gleam in New Array?

Or Would You Stay Shutdown,

As Your Purpose You Betray?

Convalescence

A Miasma,

A Phantasma,

A Death Now In-Between.

They will Regret

What they Have Done,

When I See

What they have Gleaned.

For in the Space,

In the Void,

In the Abysmally Obscene,

I Feel a Convalescence,

A Coagulating Dream.

Falling Behind

I’ll take a step back,

As you fall behind,

Ruminating on nothing,

While you lose your mind.

I thought I was home,

That I’d found my kin,

Those whom I could trust,

With my Deepest sins.

But now I see,

With clearer eyes,

That you used me,

And still hope I die.

But this Anima is true,

And persists through the rot.

This Soul still beckons,

Although I have not.

And one day,

When the sun has turned cold,

You’ll realize the error

Of the lies that you sold.

But by then, too late,

You’ll be hated by all,

Especially those lost

And Doomed from the Fall.