(2015)
I once felt the sensation to Rapture, hence this poem. It was fun to feel like I was being Raptured
Madness ensued in dark corners and wretched taver… where I insulted myself, and I go… by a tribal aggression; must retal… and avenge for society’s sake.
In the distance, slight tapping of… Festival creating renewed life, wa… the origin of the location unknown… Then upbeat rhythm kicks in, Announcing a different style of ce…
The rain was not refreshing. we waited and waited on those barren, thirsty desert hills. But no rain came.
I remember the tired streetlights that emitted their hazy glow, discoloring the grass in the park. I remember the playful screams of my fast rambunctious friends,
Remember when shots were stolen, foreign dreams left melted in the chamber. Left fulfilled
Others in landscapes, perennial dr… caressed by conscious and turbulen… Oh that it may how I wish it were… sailing amidst my turbulent sea. An unconscious mast imposing above…
Do I dare sing of love in the middle of the night? When ghosts of family past stand in my sight? They judge me
Lines of them there. People in a crowd, hundreds of them. An outdoor concert, vibrations pulsating the air, inviting the hu…
I wish my memories were translated… Reflections of my life, entranced in melody, I wonder how they would sound. The music of my memories...
A sight of sympathy for the man, who never thought himself too gran… or even fair to look at for long, The ballad entails his fateful son… Afraid of estranged looks and whis…
The feeling came again. Love or Lust? Neither I hope, I hate writing of love. It invokes a powerlessness
He haunts me every night a ghostly light highlights a darkl… Skin the color of starlight in mem… Dreaded demon of conscious-less em… He is my demented tormentor
The ladder is before you Will you climb? Well of course you will You have the time Those first rungs are easy
What is a name? Glorified ticket to fame? Or something else entirely? Are you a fallen tree in the fores… or are you a pair of ragged claws
I was Marcus Arelius in love. Eh rm, except with a woman. I was an excited spark in flight, Ah hmm, albeit alone. My want is mine own, young und old…