In this bright black heart
the longing for better days aches
the memory of halcyon deeds awaken hope
yet only as a torment to reality bidden forth

This twisted flame of reality burns
but does not warm or comfort
slowly the ache recedes only to flare up vengefully
and with ironic intent to mock and choke all respite

Words are all I have left
enemies gone only blustering malice remains
spiteful friend of peace and haven safe
twisting the knife in happiness's broad and vulnerable back

You asked me,
"why do you cry?"
I replied,
"only the sky knows this",
you said,
"you require the blue
of day to fade?"
I replied,
"it began at dawn."

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each day
my lead wears down
when fingers
scribble with a stub
will anything remain
of me to write?
or will iron
seep into my veins
and my finger take over
marking lines
in steel

What shall I talk of, to you this evening?
Paltry little items to waste both our time's
Epic things to stir your shallow interest
No I just want to see you for what you are

What the hell do you want of me
Alright you need to know of my ways
That's a laugh as I can't relate to those
I think at an instants whim so what's next

Too much has passed my eyes to this day
To tell you in a few words, would fail both of us
You in your understanding of my ways,
and me in a feeling of being understated

Forewarning

Shadowed talons reaching for the basement
trapped by pale politicos above
southern culture lost to cold indifference
strangles the hypocrisy of love

clinging to society is fruitless
when savagery’s accepted as the norm
black and white are shades completely empty
and little children grow to fit the form