Unrequited Grotesque

Draped in the fallen feathers

Of angels long gone,

I lay in the ashes of destruction

Wondering where it all began…

Or where it ends, delusional

With thoughts of you still

As i grind my nails, this cross, the seal

These thorns tearing my veins.

These vows held within my soul

Are but words of smoke;

These proverbial premonitions,

Fragmented thoughts of how we were,

A broken promise not yet spoken.

Swaying my love for a paragon,

The memory that fleeted in me

Like feathers on winds beyond,

The ashes that fall.

Within this destructive depression,

I find myself searching for the

Wings that shed their feathers,

And now my wondering takes me 

Back to where it all began…

Recent Activities

Hey reader. If you have been following my blog, I apologize for not posting anything for some time. I have been going through a very difficult time in my life, but now that I have healed, I want to continue my writing. Well, one of my friends (Abendroth) and I decided to try and write something together, and Unrequited Grotesque was the final result. Thanks for being so patient with me, and I hope to be writing something new very soon. Au revoir mes ami.

A Psalm Of Hope

Why do I lay bleeding alone?

Why has joy left me to die?

Despondency weighs heavy

As I try to stand, and yet I fail.

My failing hands cry out

For relief from this agony;

My dying heart pleads

For solicitude.

Hope comes to me, like

The calm after the storm,

And gently caresses the

Woes from my soul,

And serenity the balm

With which she heals

My fading essence.

Jocundity grips my hand,

And softly pulls me to my

Feet, and guides me to a

Better place, where agony

Cannot find me: in Your

Loving embrace.

This Dying Fire

I mourn your agony,

I pray for your sentience, for

I can see the black your brokenness

Bleeds,

I can hear the screams your soul

Never utters;

I have felt the suffering of the

Hollow,

I have stood where you lay dying.

How can you collapse within

When I am fighting your war?

your vacant quietus will never

Be lamented if you fall here.

Your cowardice feeds the death

within your heart,

Yet you plead for salvation;

I do not understand why I continue

To stand in your place.

Now is the time for your

Final stand, 

Now is the day of your

Supremacy;

Now is your chance for 

Redemption,

Now is the moment for you to

Consume this blade, to

Embrace this flame.

I have drawn this line in the ash,

Now where shall you stand?

Fate Consumed

Why does Death seem like such an ally?

The one who was supposed to be my

Harbor of Rest, turned out to be

Fear, the artist that painted this

Demise.

Sorrow guided Fear’s brush,

And Death watched as I

Drowned in Agony’s Sea,

Flailing for freedom and still

Sinking ever deeper in Agony’s

Embrace.

As my final breath escapes me,

Fear and Sorrow put the finishing

Touches on their canvas: a depiction

Of my inundation, Agony overwhelming

My corse, while Death clasps my hand

To bring me to Purgatory.

Requests

There is something that I have discovered in my time of writing: when someone is experiencing something that is beyond words, they like to be able to relate what they feel to someone else, so that they know they are not alone in the matter. Whether it be love, loss, pain, joy, what have you, people want to be able to say that they are not the only ones experiencing the strain. So, I have decided to start taking "topic requests" from anyone, so if there is anything you would ever like to see written in my style of poetry, please feel free to drop me a line at my email. I would love to be able to fill that kind of "need", if you will. It would be a pleasure and an honor. Merci beaucoup mes amis, au revoir.

The Evanescence Of Mourning

My Kutless heart has learned

The Art Of Dying, if only to

Numb the sorrows of awakening;

To bring serenity as I drown

In this Puddle Of Mudd called

Existence.

So here I stand, idly watching the

Dead Poetic lines that so very

Clearly describe the outcomes

Of all paths less chosen in my life,

Believing that All That Remains

Was this meaningless existence

Amidst the Disturbed, awaiting the

Day Of Fire.

You came along, like the Lamb Of God,

Bringing salvation to my dying essence,

Taking the Flyleaf in the book called

My life, and filled it with your beauty.

You taught me that, to remain Trapt 

In sorrow is to enslave myself to the

Hatebreed, and to Rise Against those

That would ensnare me in their grief.

You took my dreams, and made them

Reality, fulfilling my lifelong Nightwish;

To feel the undying love of another,

The warm embrace of angels.

Let your compassion Shinedown

Upon me, and one day, As I Lay Dying,

Let your love envelop me and alleviate

My fears of death.

Now, as the Shadows Fall, I can feel 

This Staind soul Bleeding Through the pain

Suffered between us;

Smile Empty Soul, for you shall see her

Again.

I Dreamt A Dream...

For the longest time, I had an idea for a poem, but I never really did anything with it, for fear that it would... well, suck. So, I always thought about it, but never wrote my thoughts down. For several years, this rejected brainchild laid dormant in the inner workings of my mind; but recently, I decided that it was time to dust the blueprints off and try running with it, if for no other reason than to see what it would look like. The basis? Band names. I wanted to use several different current music band names to comprise the body of this working, so I started going through my iPod and selected several bands that I thought sounded like they could work, and just started writing single lines for each one... I even told a close friend about it... he told me that I should scrap the idea. Well, he (and especially myself) was very surprised as to how well it turned out. This particular work is another of my personal favorites, if for no other reason, than for its originality. I truly hope you like it. It's name: The Evanescence Of Mourning.

A Plaint In The Night

A dolorous man sits alone

In a tenebrous oubliette,

Staring at his shadow

Cast by the lambency

From above.

Unable to recall why he was

Here, he sat, watching this

Figure of himself dance in the

Fading refulgence.

“I can hardly see you anymore,”

He confabulates to his silhouette;

“You were always there, helping

Me through it all, and now this

Darkness encroaches upon us.”

“You can leave anytime you want”

Came the susurrant reply of the 

Man’s profile; “just climb out, and 

Follow me;” the gloom then entrenches

Upon him, and his stygian ally

Vanished into the black.

He starts to reach for the exit, 

But the dark is heavy,

So heavy; he falls back to the

Earthen floor, smothered by the

Night; the small voice reverberates

In his head: “follow me”.

He began to frantically clamber

For the egress, yearning for

Manumission;

Scrambling for the portico 

Once more, he could feel the

Darkness, ferreting for him;

“Follow me,” came the murmur

Again, and the gloaming

Pulled ever harder;

However, he overcame

The murk, and circumvented

To the sanctuary above,

Where he rejoined his

Shadow.

What Bleeds The Tranquility

As I wander through these barren streets,

Beholding this dead town, graffiti

Scrawled on the lifeless edifices

All tell the tale of the Thief that 

Absconded my Identity.

I continue my journey, wading through

The trash and debris of this city,

Trying to find the Brigand;

Grasping his note, I try to read it,

But the words are obscure—

His instructions I can no longer see

To find my Face again.

Beyond the boundaries of the city,

I find a cemetery, edifices and memorials

Of those long gone;

But the headstones are illegible,

For time and weather have had their way

With the gravestones.

Upon one tombstone, I see, sits another note

Held in place by a black rose;

I try to read the note, but all I can see

Is a single word: tree.

I see a charred tree in the distance,

Sitting upon a small knoll;

I approach the hill, a tremble setting

In my hands.

I approach the tree, to find the

Rustler sitting beneath the branches,

But my worst fears have come true:

I am the Thief.