Blood on the Computer

heavy eyes and soap shavings

this is not the world i remember

when shadow is allowed

to overcome the walls

the vines wont be able to succeed

moonlight can only hold it off for so long

before she herself becomes consumed

within its echoing dark past

although that's just a day we must look to

one far beyond the west

that is a world i wont remember

heavy eyes speak poems and

stoplights choose to change their color

Rough Carpet Beneath

ear to the floor and they say that they want more, that they need more. take it away and you just cannot hear. lower the level, the sounds simply come back. broken and partial, the line grows longer. hear their lives through the bottomless floors. reverberations off the walls into your mind.

I Watched You Laugh

roll your eyes from right to left

across the floor be sure they know the rest

the window will not open

until the wind shows its face

coming from hilltops and where its been laid to rest

for here nor there can no leaf fall

from cantaloupe changing to Canterbury

it cannot lie without the rest

One Less

they just couldn't seem to tell him

the truth that was behind all the tears

and it continued to well up inside

days gone by and him not knowing

the words lay torment to their minds

their mouths shutter and stop at the thought

the tongue lay still for the pain is too much

he still does not know the pain of truth

When I Know the Road Calls My Name

from end to end, to the moon and back

the distance within a setting of time

when not a soul is there to watch me pass

to catch me gazing out the window

to help me realize that I'm not alone

the help i wish i shall not see

street signs and road maps are all I'll read

distance grows then shrinks, only to grow once more

filtering through the artificial jungles

finding a way out before i even begin

not knowing is the only thing I'll know I'll want

not north, nor south, no right, no left, no wrong

civilized trails are calling and they wish to greet me

they, nor I care to determine a destination

for i wish for this to never come to an end

but as everything must, it cannot last

until that one fateful night that shall come

where the sun's torture feeds into the dark

as i lay restless in my hours of sleep

taking only a pause from the tossing and turning

i can hear a distant voice that knows my name

that calls upon me in the open night

and it's there that I'll flee once more

False Momentum

your castle begins to burn to the ground all around you

the flames tare at all you have come to know

the heat rises within the its walls

yet you continue to sit upon your thrown

not moving but your hand to wipe the beads of sweat that run down your temples

the walls begin to give in to gravity

the large stones that make up the roof start to fall

one at a time, then faster and faster

sunlight pears through the now open wounds of your once home

crumbling, succumbing to the flames of retribution

the fortification meant to protect you has become your demise

It Tasted So Sweet

the taste of posion lingers on your lips as you move away from mine. the thought of death begins to linger upon your mind. walking back and forth upon the surface of your imagination. leaving behind foot prints as to where it has wondered. each one sending an intense visualization before your very eyes. fingers that you recognize as your own run over your lips before pulling them away. your look of confusion changes at the hands of what is happening, morphing into the subtle expression of shock that flows across your face, only to be washed away from the coming fear of the uncertainty of what comes next. quivering inside your own body your eyes attempt to make one final connection. staring deep into mine searching for the answer to that one word question; why? your chest begins to freeze, halting its exchange for fresh breathable air. knees buckle as gravity takes you, leaving you motionless on the floor where we once made love. eyes beginning to glaze over while your lively skin takes on a shade of pale, a color of blan that can only be painted by death. your body lay there intimately upon the naked floor which begins to steals your now unneeded warmth. sitting upon a chair in the far off dark corner, my eyes scan over your limp body as a smirk erupts upon my face.