Strident brio

He bared his heart with timidity, and with brio was cast aside He feared for marked insanity, with the many times he’d tried The booming beat within his breast, hushed lunacy’s strident calls Until he stilled his throbbing heart, when then those voices died art: Anomalie 7 by Eric Lacombe

Forsaken

Plight unseen within his sombrous haunt, he whispers wolf as not to draw its attention, for it is real in its agency and monstrosity Turned aside, his whispered cries, as part and parcel of an Alicine adventure on his dark side, despite the blantancy of a soul barest lain A horse carriage canters within hisContinue reading “Forsaken”

Perfect storm

Enveloped by nubilous darkness Transfixing the lightning seams Entreating, bolts for forgiveness And a coalescence of solidarity Deafening, the raucous thunder Rendered silent by a lesser man Listening to every transgression Synchrony without and within Consumed by torrential offerings Pouring heart and passion forth Inundated by tearful effluxion Drowning in sympathetic remorse Touched by theContinue reading “Perfect storm”

The foundation

His light slinks away through the dormer down, cowardice cleaving an ever present foundation of atrament; the vagabond splays its seductive lumen, as shadowed steps abet its getaway; the down- ward darkened stairs impair a festinated chase to the reproachful hardwood below; he watches the trail of unrequited repulsion, lamenting his apathy to follow; swaddledContinue reading “The foundation”

Life is beautiful

Life is beautiful, or so they say, poetry in motion; he could only play along amidst the throng, imitating the art around him; an æsthete desperate for a glimpse through the framed roses; a forger cutting paint with turpentine, diluting delusions to bear the greyscale that taints his perception; he can only see a masterpieceContinue reading “Life is beautiful”

Whittle

Lip chewing Making waves Beneath heavy lids Going down stares Led by come hither fingers Dripping darkness dares To steel my clenched fist Whittle flesh, make a man Bereft of bone and sinew Pedal and brimstone Whet with gore and malice Grinding shrapnel for dessert Soaked in lies and afterthought Napalm charring the bowel OfContinue reading “Whittle”

Solace

My mind, ripped from fantasy like a child from its mother’s arms, searches frantically for an escape from reality back into dream and solace; wherein the darkness anonymous am I, while the banquet of my soul takes place with loathing, sorrow, and guilt gorging upon misery and me art: by Eric Lacombe

Cubbies and corners

In the darkest parts of the starkest hearts In the cubbies and corners a rebellion starts From the silent dreams to the violent screams Therein you’ll find these desperate schemes For the madness mends when the sadness ends When the will is broken as it no longer bends Then a hidden seed grows the biddenContinue reading “Cubbies and corners”

Mentor

We hide in their minds and look thru their eyes Falsely accuse them with each new disguise Ones tempered and steadfast, you’ll find on the way But they fall the hardest and then longer they stay They’ll try to find ways to set themselves free To the light in the tunnel is where they willContinue reading “Mentor”

Notable

Adorned in his button down The curve of her back As she eagerly leans over her lap Where his freshest open wound lay A flower to her nourishment drawn A petal hovering above Anticipating the page’s turn Hair held up by a yellow no. 2 Save a languorously dangling curl Persistently insistent on reading alongContinue reading “Notable”