- A Haunting Vision
Writhing the waves of heaven the glistening moon on my brow carried to lands of desire from deadly and blackest slumber From savage seas and dangerous lands I w...
- All Hope Is Pleading
The silent universe seeks echoes to live,to catch a glance but afraid to give For the moments are not measured in time,but in knowledge where some live sublime ...
- Anger's Steaming Arrows
From the window the sky empties to nothing And the murder of crows, with their ravished beaks, Groan for the hollowed inhabitants of the passing day Insatiable...
- Autumnal Fires
A moonlit balcony reveals a majestic beauty "when grief wrapped its cold arms around my body the embers still flickered in the autumn of our love" the sight of ...
- Autumns Fires In Somnolent Harmony
A moonlit balcony reveals a majestic beauty "when grief wrapped its cold arms around my body the embers still flickered in the autumn of our love2 the sight of ...
- Dust
Time tears a hole in existence to languish supinely in torture see the essence of life in shafts of light and shade remnants gathered by trembling hands are now...
- Forever Lost Emeralds
On desolate shores sitting all alone my jewelled cup had once been overflowing now emptied your poison takes my life the emerald has now turned to stone our cas...
- It Almost Looked Human
With raiment bedecked by the grey, cloudfilled sky and the larks song pouring on the dying day the chain upon my limbs, groping the fleshless wounds, devoured t...
- My Sullen Sulcus
Through a mirror of silver my sullen sulcus portrays some dark anger For the grey lights wrapped their chaotic shape round my tired,hungry eyes Fractaled ranco...
- Narcissistic Funeral
Opened my veins yesterday and poured in the twilight with its dead promises Nothing makes sense in an imaginary world that no one can touch In the strange hours...
- The Insolent Caul
In possession of a celestial object the obtrusive fatigue lay still in a corner The vivid, shuddering emotion let loose on the flawed pursuit returned bare To...
- The Mountains Are Mine
I have tasted it many nights upon my tongue the foreboding that worse lay in the dregs as I await some Stroke of Doom From a corner of this weeping earth ,my th...
- The Words That Crawled
Lie in endless wait behind some cold shadow for a stream of stars that have long since died Their burnt cinders fall upon my heaped corpse and seep into my open...