Twisted Leap

I don’t fall in love, I fall for it, and,
I don’t just fall, I take a leap. 
Plunging headfirst into the abyss, 
To the inferno’s embrace!

Care not for wings or fins, 
Cracking me open, 
Transcending to never-land.

The illicit craving to take it all, 
Drench in the gale,
And braze the whiplash!

I need my demons, I let them rage, 
Oh, my dearest darkest friends!

A fleeting spark, a moment’s bliss, 
They know my secrets,

And the chaos starts to reign!

Hope, laughter, elate for the sane, 
Reckless I deny peace, yearn for angst.
Chained to sickness,
Soaring on the wings of chaos,
Crush and thunder!

Scattered and strewn,
Tearing it down piece by piece,
Leave it be, splinters of my soul, 

Cutting through the skin, 
And burrow within. 

The sirens call, stinging effervescent glow,

Don’t know if I am terrified,
Or I am alive.
With lashes in shades,

Lost in a storm of my contorted design!

It hurts, like hell,
It cliches, like a broken record,
It scars, like a branding iron,

It haunts, like a mirrored ghost,

And life goes on!

I dare not resist the tempestuous sway,

Bring on the dragon, 

To ride upon its back,

Breathe flames of serenity, 

And embody the virulent peace!

Why So Serious?

I fear thee, I fear for thee, 
I fear unto thee, I fear into thee, 

Fear not, but I fear thee,
As sane, as the next insane!

Enunciate, can’t do, not ready,
Beholden to consort, doch nicht!

Surround, pain and asphyxiation,
Fathom to depths unknown, uncoil! 

Lament, unshackled discontent joy,
Linger on to witness a deafening refrain!

Crave, senile lunges, stretches,
Sedate the stoic, drip by drip!

Bestow the lie, truth is scorching,
Peninsula adrift, stand and shoulder!

Shimmer

If you are seething,

Fists clenched tight,

Cool, me too!

If you stew in silence, 

A churning blight,

Cool, me too!

Mirrors don’t lie, 

They reflect us, flesh and bone,
Beauty and the beast alike,

Impartially shown!

Is there a point to this,

Obscure and mysterious design,
Or the Pyrrhic embrace is all,

You’ve learned to enshrine?

The hollow shimmer is skin-deep,

Ephemeral and fleeting,
The soul craves inner radiance,

And meaning complete!

Crush your own demons,

Before they engulf you whole,
For even in darkness,

A flicker of light can take hold!

Let go of counting winning streaks, 

Savor the pleasant detours,
For life is not a destination, 

It’s the meaningful journey that fulfills!

Salts and Echoes

Well, we are not forever, 

As we hurtle toward oblivion,
Stealing a few moments, 

In this life’s cruel exhibition.

A momentary lapse of reasoning,

Is all it would take,
To drop that spark, 

On the passion’s conflagration!

Slammed together, a tangle of, 

Limbs and frantic embrace.
The rip of tearing fabric, 

And engulfed in gasping breaths. 

The searing echoes, phantom touch, 

Etched in our memory, 
Preserving the salts and frenzy, 

In the wombs of eternity.

With stolen sips of desire,

A warmth for memory!

Bittersweet vintage sipped,

When life grants clemency!

Thaw

I learned to walk among numbs, suppressing all I hold dear,
Jumped into the fray, forged the mask, etched into my skin!

Burying all that I care, iced my heart, froze my memories,
Losing a part of me, I lost myself, to the myriad banalities!

Cold is what I craved, cold is what I exuded, cold is me,
Wrestling within the need, desires, and gnawing emptiness!

Until, no more, the deafening silence, seeping through,
Cracks appear in the facade, murmur erupts to tremor!

Pressing on through, constricting tightness of the shell,
Crumbling icicle, torrent of memories, primal scream!

Staccato

I will drown you, in music as in enfolding hush,

Dare you to close your eyes, and feel the sway!

Locked in a padded cell, of confining symphony,

Relinquish subliminal notions and foolish tarps!

Tis’ not a single stone unturned, of impish delight,

Nightingales fly home, tired wings, fading serenade!