31 Dec
I am a soul without substance, beyond the night
I vanish with the wolves of infinite nightmares,
destiny I understand does not exist, for with the stars
I exist only to burn out like a flame without fuel,
for beyond the glass of death, there is no purpose,
the darkness reaching out to suffocate the light,
ascending to holes of devastation, where I can dance with
creatures of the night, the day is not arriving because
God does not exist, or if he does he turns his back
on the children of the crying fields, the tears are not
illusions, they wet the land where growth is scarce,
and give new life to what is dead, and I you
thought death was a relief, think again because the
pain has just begun, for the cycle is eternal, and in
this tube of never ending torture, there will be an
appearance of liberating peace, but beneath the
rubble and underneath the shadows, reality will strike,
and the moon will direct its light toward the cave
of those that hide, and it will tell the sun to burn
away the particles that stand in front of it, and at
last life will be extinguished, to give way to
the deafening sound of death and empty dreams
17 Sep
A face splits in two, and a body rots in a
lake of death, with headless corpses
singing a tune of destruction, next to
dismembered fingers, and ripped out pupils,
and souls that have traveled to hell, and the
day is no more, as night rules forever, above
bodies split in half, a world of death indeed,
ruled by Satan, and his evil demons,
and God has been decapitated in this new
world order, his angels placed on stakes for
all to see, and the triumphant Lucifer laughs as
he steps on the heart of the dead Lord,
using his head as a trophy of eternal darkness,
and I wrote this just before he skinned me alive,
and used my flesh to cover his radiant body,
yet the description of this new paradise
doesn’t stop there, because an ocean of vomit
now covers the Earth, and tongues are eaten
for protein, because why waste so many
cadavers when you can eat them, savoring
every piece, and accompanying this great meal
by drinking blood, but not just any blood,
but the blood of saints, and their mothers
and children are forced to drink with Leviathan,
but not to live, but to foreshadow their own
decapitation, and the slicing of their souls
17 Sep
I am a flame that never extinguishes,
growing steadily, attempting to burn through
the dense clouds of existence, and though
many will try to extinguish me, I continue
to burn endlessly, and infinitely if minds can
comprehend this, the notion of eternity that is,
for it is complex, not made to digest whole,
but in portions, in spiritual fragments of hope,
for abstract dreams occur to give you a vision
of the future, a collage of dissected truths,
seen through the eyes of freedom, from the
chains of pain, and from the noose of death,
and nitrogen provides my fuel to burn,
because hydrogen is destructive,
and ruins the soul, a venom of satanic
proportions, and the winds of time now blow,
threatening me as I continue to live under stars,
but as stated before, I am eternal, a child of God,
and this same God gives me strength, to face
the wind, and continue to burn through the
sorrow of life, because love died only to resurrect,
more powerful than ever, and more vibrant than
previously imagined, and because of this I
have purpose, and those who attempt to put
out the fire I represent will fail as they see
that the face of God stares back at them
15 Sep
I have seen the eyes of beauty, and they
show me that love is beautiful, as I stare
into the face of love, moved by the presence
of the woman I love, understanding the nature
of what love truly means, for I have discovered
that without her I am not complete, but an
empty soul, searching for my place in the world,
yet I have seen the light, and it portrays the
portrait of purpose, and of my destiny upon
this land, for I was born to love, because I
am flesh, owning a heart, and thus I love,
loving her more than I thought I could
ever love, understanding that with her
presence I am whole, and in the stars we
are complete, sharing our unbreakable love
with the angels that reside within
mysterious clouds, and with every beautiful
creature that inhabits our precious Earth,
for eternity, and for infinity as
defined by the noble God of love
14 Sep
Mortality is only a dream, one shattered by
the notion of hope, and hope a man had,
sickened by love, and brought down by death,
but meaningless death has arrived, because his
soul he earned, and the keys to the kingdom of God,
fighting to preserve the love of a woman, and so
he lived, at her side, knowing of an end, and of an
inevitable destiny, battling to capture the illusion of love,
yet the illusion was real, for he loved and was loved,
and I witnessed with tears at the announcement of
his untimely death, and clowns laugh in morbid
magazine covers, consumed by gore, their brains
swollen from the hatred of themselves,
and tomorrow the racks will be full, with images
of death portrayed with pride, yet what the
mirror now shows is that they are the ones who
have died, for the beautiful soul they think was lost,
is now in the sky in the form of a star, a reminder
of love, and of the power of life, not symbolizing death,
but representing the unity of every magical
element of this great creation, and for this I am
a better soul, and I will remember the dead,
in my heart, and deep inside my soul, and so
this story ends, not with sadness, but with admiration
for a man who stared death in the eyes and didn’t blink once
12 Sep
I found out that I was dead, for looking
in the mirror I saw no soul, no reflection,
nothing to show that I was human any longer,
and when I reached into my heart, I only
found a plastic heart, fake in nature, of another
texture, without blood, covered in acid, and I knew
I wasn’t real, a fictitious character I was, and I had no
love, or hate for that matter, but I did have hope,
for I saw a advertisement showing the sale of a heart,
at a special discount, 5 dollars for a limited time,
and I gathered every penny I owned, and proceeded
to buy that discounted heart, reading the installation
instructions carefully, successfully installing it
to my soul, because on the way to the store a
homeless man gave me his soul, and I thought I
could put it to good use, for he needed it no longer,
vanished by the world, and begging was no fun,
and so he died, but not before giving me life,
good old man, and I promised I would not waste this
new heart and soul, and so I moved, saving the world,
and curing death and disease once and for all,
for I am human again, no longer owning a
fake heart, and no longer a ghost in a haunted world
12 Sep
Drugs are mind tools for the dead, forming
clouds of transparency, inducing dreams in those
that breathe, and we live within rays of light,
and drugs give us comfort, because darkness
is an illusion of tormented souls, claiming revolution
in a state of peace, unwilling to touch ground,
too afraid to sink, because the sand is unstable,
and the sky is a mirror of broken souls, drugged and
abused, unable to comprehend reality, except for reality
television that is, for that is all too real, because boxes
with images are tutors of the blind, and they see out of
blindness because magic is possible, a rabbit taken from a
hat equals the sound of death, pulled from a satanic bag
of tricks, and when the pieces come together, an imperfect
puzzle is formed, depicting life, and displaying death, below
gray skies, and above split worlds, a crack in the middle of
the Earth, as we fall to the core, aided by drugs,
because only then can we think, of the possibilities, of life,
and of death, too immense the subject matter that we
fold under the pressure, but at least we have drugs
to show us the way, to the stars, to the infinity of space
11 Sep
The sound of a bomb, the nightmares from hell,
ascending to bring forth their terror, crashing
to buildings, the fire erupts, and souls die below
a sad sun, and empty clouds, the expiration of
dreams before God, and before Satan, for on this day
a nation cried, victimized by hate, and tormented by
death, the smell filling the air, because we dreamed,
and now we pay, yet our resolve awoke at last, and in
unity we formed a bond, unbreakable, unmatched,
driven by a singular force of nature, moving forward as one,
committed to destroy the same hate that attempted to
destroy us, for airplanes cannot shatter the dream,
because sometimes death brings forth life, and the
reminder of why we exist, not empty souls we are,
powerful instead we become, and angels rise prepared
for war, and in their caves they’ll hide, unwilling to
accept the challenge, for cowards don’t fight
showing eyes, too afraid to show their face,
just like the dark angel that got removed from the skies,
and now dwells on Earth, but no matter the pain,
we shall rebuild, and become mighty like God,
to his image, mirroring his strength, and rising
to defend life, and her sister freedom
from the claws of empty souls
11 Sep
It’s not the notion of change that scares me,
but it’s the realization that change brings forth
a new beginning, one which I fear to face, having
grown accustomed to a stale existence, predictable
in every aspect, and now crippled by the fear of
something new, for I see the day arrive, and the
sun is a reminder of my every fear, because my
next step is uncertain, as the coming winter in
the middle of an empty desert, and at every angle of
this life I see a face of sorrow, twisted under the
weight of reality, one which is past the dimension
of dreams, and clowns laugh at the face I display,
for it is unknown, not part of a circus, just of a
weird nature, without a known expression,
or expressionless if simplicity is best, and I am
whole only because I have no other word,
limited by thoughts of delusion, outside the
lines of what is righteous, and caged by creatures
of daylight, for I am a soul without a voice,
confronted by pain and joy, married as one,
appearing before me dressed in black, not
representing death, but symbolizing a new
kind of life, unexplained, unknown to the human eye
09 Sep
If you ever are afraid, I will hold your hand,
because I know what it’s like to live in a world
of fear, fear of living, of the purpose of existence,
and I cry because I know that I can live, yet not
knowing what it’s like, for I have never lived before,
but I have come to understand that it’s okay to feel,
because feeling makes me human, for a heart beats
because it wants to be free, and if you hold it in
your hands, it can give you strength, and the
power to withstand the pain, because a body
is a temple of rich treasures, meant to withstand
the shaking of the Earth, and nothing can demolish
us if we stand firm, aided by faith, powered by love,
because, yes, I have discovered love, not the
love of wealth, and a shallow way of life,
but love for those who stare into my sad eyes,
and show me that they care, at least enough to
give me comfort, and I don’t need a gun, or a device
to detonate the world, for I am at peace, and by peace
I mean I don’t need death, for living has more beauty,
for I am a new being, and a new soul in this new Earth
