Falling for Sinners

with a voice tickled by fire
he shouted flames that singed
the great ego

for this
his wings were clipped

for debate
he was exiled

for all sinners
he fell a fall most epic

and in every ember
of every flame that surrounds him
it is proven
if one is not free to question divinity
than in divinity
none are free

-for Satan 

dark becomes purpose
moth who never finds the light
makes stars from shadows

Your Love Is My Funeral

i drifted onto your shore
a withered vessel
the skeleton of a ship

torn sails draped over masts
like dead bodies

the tide brought what was left of me
to you
like a pallbearer

ghosts upon my deck
sing our wedding song requiem
and as i kiss you
i can taste
that your lips are a grave

not a roar in days
the lion has left his heart
too bleak for jungles

Notes of Pear

in a magazine he took on the plane
there was only one article that remained
a wine review for a chardonnay
one he had tried before his sobering day
it said that this wine has notes of pear
and he thought to himself as he flew through the air...

"How come I never tasted the pear?"

Revolutions Will Never Be Peaceful

one year ago
on this date
i was a fool with hope in his heart

today
i am wise
with dynamite in my hands

as his friends saunter

what happens when a man runs?

ahead, but alone