emerged from the woods, to stand twixst stream and boulder, sawed off my antlers, this land grows oh so colder, a gaze that glows and smolders, the babbling brook beholder if i go outside, it's just sometimes, crows land upon my shoulder the trauma of the fauna that fled the flames claws in, longing to burst the frame a dawn in pain, remarks in vain must we mar our hearts with shame a poet with a power, and he's learning to control it too doesn't show it, though it towers, please don't misconstrue it's still early, this is day one, this barely the beginning banners still unfurling, spurned on wind whipping howling stand atop the rolling hills, carving out his own gills backpack full of reclaimed pills pockets fulla inkstained quills strap peter on the rack ask him where'd wendy go left hand holding Baphomet's, right's in palms with wendigo i write tunes for the depressed and anxious trapped inside the masks that we languish an unnerving frankness, heart so thankless hands above our heads clutching spears of language you and i on the tumuli Patroclus soothes, too soon, he lied aloof, contrite, destitute, deprived seratonin's down but christ he tries all i wanted to know, was where the other freaks were at this will be my siren call, if you feel the same then please react i'm stoned in a glass house, alone's how i pass out roam till i gas out, tome fulla black clouds a home for the cast out, the chewed and the spat out looked within wrote a poem for my last doubts frantically is how i do it all leave em paused, exposed, appalled you can think, consider, just don't blink you'll see how this enthralls

am i lying to my self? but i fake it so damn well no bell sings or swells when you rein among the sylphs dirtied air that prostrates, winks a whispered dare shrinks beneath the stare, sputters though once it flared say no prayers, forks that lightly score whatever it was for, surfaces knicked and tore pockmarks and scars, missed the mark of deportation there's a sickle in my sleeve if you express some remonstration i know it's weird, okay, it's overly poetic bit dramatic sure, but from my heart i swear i meant it copacetic, won't regret it, the bard with heart cemented i can barely go two lines without embedding the eccentric or maybe esoteric, fuck i'll guess i'll wear it, ezekiels angels are kinda my aesthetic mixed with ash and bone, antlers, tide pools, streams i see alone summer days with old friends skulls upon a tree teenage me would be delighted by how i rock thirty well maybe, in part start art n stand apart, dark days, face malaise, hark, strays around a park, smart enough to know he's weird, not enough to leave unmarked, part of me that no one sees, just begs to see the sparks i know that it's weird okay, it's self indulgency but when a chapter ends so suddenly, turn the page or flee so is it flee or succeed, lean into it and glean some lesson or some hidden message, come with me and see it's for the lost, the lonely and the crossed the ones who walk behind, the lonesome and the tossed the one who did some math about the weight of the exhaust the ones who rescue others with their fingers laced with frost can i call myself an artist yet pushed myself the farthest yet? regardless of dark it gets i'll live and be a part of it couldn't even see please, i'm lost beneath a deep sea half of what i write needs me to please leave three keys and mellon to get on past my guard but somehow when there's music, it's no longer quite so hard battle scarred, wanders beneath the stars ponders the leaves and bark, a thief at least in part but i know there are others who also feel like me put your hand in mine we'll glow divine and march towards sights unseen frantic

the darkest evening, void bereft of meaning nails dig and reach to replay that old beating pulsing, seething, convulsing, entreating results so unseemly, a gulf in minds seeing shapes of tears that sleep before dawn, etched out in outlines that show where they spawned in the time long before the sun showed us her face gone are the days where i met her embrace a life spawned in hearth stones i hark homes in hearts bone os cordis i'll be, my beats near unto thee i've spoken to birds and the earth and the trees the pleas that were gasped as dawn made its reprieve my eternal lie, so manic this schema till my breath and my bone feed fly amanita beyond the bounds of these boughs lies my anathema the leaves seize at their cheeks fluttered tachypnea exhile, the word still echos round my ears years passed, and my laughters still plastered in jeers aghast were the gasps rasped past their veneers an outcast to lambast smashed flat so severe those days are so gone, more full moons than you've dawns i move with the corvid, cervidae and the fawn i surveyed the ones who spat forth the meson the last the world sees amidst its denoument lost, none more lost than me though it's my home that i roam as i weep feet churning the soil oh the loam grows so deep combs made of bones that i pluck from the trees so it seems. the wind hisses, speckled mist linked ivy's timely kiss. the seasons adrift a legion amiss. cast a wink at the rift no reason to live with a crown of leaved vines, and a beckoning call a flicker of light, in the blink of the pall he wanders his home, dead but for all those who revere, pray that never he halt

don't know what this means know how it seems, i'll maybe come clean was anyone else staring back from this screen i'd grab them and shake them and i'd intervene you know what i'm saying cuz you know where i've been the fucked ups and failings, the time that we'd spend retracing old scars, remarks to offend and facing the fire if we break or we bend i failed today. had a goal just watched, let it slip away plans set aflame, guess i got time for the masquerades but thought that i was a bit less set astray but you know that don't you? so much better than the rest that ringing in my ears that burning in your chest you know that alone seems to be where we're best its like i fail every test, or stumble at the crest i'm the book on the shelf with a click when you lift it the feeling of the first look, a glance how it shifted the memory in the night of that moment and you missed it i'm the maybe i shouldn't, i'm the pause and the first hit thought i'd get better, made the effort read the books and took the notes, endless damn endeavour made it through and look behind, and i felt all of my pride melt today, stared at a desk by myself today, i'm too damn old for this repeat, for them to see me eyes through my mask standing buried knee deep caught in a lie what do you mean he fakes it all, cant stand to lose control in a system of rules which he was never taught on a mission to categorize every single thought and plan every loss, shocked at every win staples that hold up the corners of a grin a hexagonal piece trying to fit into a grid a blade gone dull entreats to be slid home one way or another the way that we pause...lost adrift in the moment we'll replay in our thoughts caught in the...call it frost but i guess when ya take risks, this can be the cost sigh...seems this is all i know fingers that skitter and a face washed aglow when i suspect that my highest point's a plateu you're the only one i'll show. i fucking hate this phone

i was lost in the dark with two frost covered limbs, when i paused and remarked, this cost so grim a moral lesson turned to more or less sin, floral painted quarrels left a poor impression what it means to see beams of hate shot from your eyes beautiful demise, astute and yet surprised, ruminate, pupate, spread wings then eulogize aborted endorphins, orphaned and abhorrent, yeah, core tenets found in a blood stained portent sorted out the sordid, chaff from the important, once layered in love became a spat tongued torrent venom set to pouring, adoring so seldomnly, verbal lacerations that tore through me stunned and then shunned, from near unto amazing if i had a time machine i would sample neros playing never lose sleep over newspeak on looseleaf beggar for the sheep he tries to count amidst the grief disbelief, he invited joys thief how can it be he didn't see this in the tea leaves from barbs on a window to fingers on a spindle, to how much longer can i do this sans bindle dire straits, my fave acquired taste, subbass i whisper my mistakes to it takes two to tango, two souls to mangle, two years to quell the bells that rang shrill spills on to the rest of my life lost in dreams where you're the yin to my yang still you were the ghost on my shoulder, that chilled my heart colder emboldened, both a scolder and consoler spin all your tales, raconteur begin connoiseur of sin, the smolder in your grin unfettered notes, the sparks we'd conduct letters i wrote you from a shuddering truck leap out to twist open gates from the muck thanking my luck, lightning slash love struck shouldn't have trusted from the get go, saw a phone blink, chain smoke(heart shrink?) and say so first night, it gets better right? straight back marched to heart of tornado but by the grace of god, this is no place to stop, keep chasing my dreams on my way to some top never stop, all haste, thoughts that must be faced, but cuz it left a trace, ill begin to remonstrate myself, villain of some tales, keep on marching on till i find new cliffs to scale, till i fjord a brand new trail, i'll be here putting pen to paper weaving shells for snails no more with the verbal sparring matches, learn to batten down the hatches when she bats those 40 lashes lost in the dark where time will vanish, i spilled my guts and found a spine to brandish pick my soul out the refuse, substitute solitude. lovers to abusers, treat hearts as loose fair, two people, eyes locked, music pounds going round busbys stoop chair

forgot who i was rot in the lungs clots and frost that gum up the rungs so stunned, woke, no fear told the mirror ill never succumb that man in the glass damned to the past him and i eternal impasse flash no substance, seems he holds onto reluctance woke this morning, recalled who i am for a second there, appalled at the plan briefest instance, miniscule span, lost where i began, my own commands the sun glows and caresses' my cheek my lungs hold pause and release new lease at peace for the briefest of moments time now for movement from the frozen the chosen, behold the sculptor of my dreams the maker molder holder of what is more than what it seems live a life of bold extremes, the builder of regimes building from the basis of his inner voices howling screams less is more, a lesson me amor, lessen all your blessings you're so scarred and scored what for? an endless battle, watch you climb then straddle, your tower of babel tactful, laughable, begging with a capful i'm baffled, frazzled, fading into fractals last pull off on a glowing star, you and this both have left their marks on the dark unknown that smolders inside the sparks have grown much colder, besides onwards we stride, towards a warmer goodbye you and i both should beware the ides i march, head held high, shoulders square and the ending nigh there's something to be said for the slings and arrows something to be learned from the incomparable within you, reflected in me, and winking up from a glinting stream who are you? what does this mean? put your hand in mine and we'll go saccharine

she awoke with a start, heart pounds reverbrates the crack of a tongue that smarts, heaven shakes lack of the sun, stunned, dawn never came maybe this is the morning when all would be unmade betrayed, yet hopeful, frayed, her coat pulled against her shoulders as she swayed to the doorsill the inky night that stained her eyes as she drank it in blinked in fright, in twain her heart rips and spins where were they? who was this? what moved amidst the mist? if this was being betrayed it felt like a sweet kiss rustle of the gown as she thumbed across her scars briefly lost amidst her thoughts as they played across the yard the mornings here had been so lovely shiny, maybe, once the lungs that steamed those gleaming arks that covered past affronts the past can seem so clean, scrubbed shiny through memory burns and aches so briefly lost, that forgotten melody covered up the nights the fright, unspoken visitors eyes shut tight and curled fists that list amidst the dirt flashing visions, tongue gone missing, a life and voice so curt maybe this would be the time, was them who'd feel that hurt bursting eyes wide open, spoken words that were a first hope inside a whispered plea, unsure if prayer or curse falling snow inverts, a howling wind asserts in keening cry were all immersed and so begins the worst feet nestled in the copse, the leaves rots amidst the plots and schemes covet the covens with a yawning pot that spits and steams shiver and crackle, raising their hackles mystical specters that missed all the prattle last till the plaster glows alabaster whatever makes it faster to speak to their master the glinting eyes that peered around the trees a blade in a palm whimpered ecstasy crimson drips and bleeds, licking ripping at the seams a reality frayed stained with shrieking bleats oh hear our howl from neath these cowls steaming bowels, paired screams of owls keening growls, released and prowl complete replete with alterpiece befouled eyes filled with tears at such a delicious, tender sight no more filled with fear as she slipped into that night her shift slipped from her shoulder, to ground it would drift the fires that hissed and spit, as all began to lift a gloating smile, no more beguiled, here were echoed memories of home defiled, mocking trials, burning, ashened screams a smile met her lips, as she met her new family and faced the old, the weak, and spoke here you can find friends amongst the trees