That Dream

I had that dream

where you have time

I had that dream

where you’re alive

I plundered tills

and swallowed pills

to trap that dream

behind my eyes

 

Rites

With dark and strain

And serous flame

He burns the sinner

Into a saint

With nails and thorns,

The altar’s scythe,

He bleeds the whore

Into a bride

Hollow

There is a hole in my body, and I see yours can fill it.

I am desperate to be complete, and I’ll sell my soul to feel thus.

There is a hole in my heart, and I see you’ve a heart to fill it.

I am desperate to be whole, and I’ll bear your sin to feel thus.

There is a hole in my soul, and I know that you can’t fill it.

It gnaws and tears my insides, because there is only me to feed it.

Angst for Jesus

I feel so hollow,

so empty it hurts.

I desire nothing more than to feel You,

to be so completely one with You

that I can fathom nothing but You.

I experience no more ardent pain

than to be in reach of You,

and yet unconsumed by You.

In this moment,

I want to die,

to be rid of this life that keeps me from You.

Please God,

please touch me.

I need to know You beyond the confines of my mind.

Please Lord,

overcome me.

I need to know You beyond the confines of my heart.

I need You

beside me;

inside me.

I’m so sick of myself and this world.

Please tell me it’s not long

before You consume me completely.

 

 

 

Wisp

 

The Wisp that haunts the fading Light

consumes the Midnight Sheen;

A vestige of impending Night

that writhes with Death and Dream

 

It followed you into the Wood.

It traced your Shadow’s Seam..

It chained you to a moon-starved Earth,

beneath the blackened Green.

 

I followed you into the Dark.

I tore at your Hands and Hair.

Yet the Light of Hell eclipsed your Eyes,

and left you buck-ass bare.

Ass or Tea Kettle

Both are roundish, curves confined.

Is it an ass, or a tea kettle?

Both can whistle.

Both can whine.

Is it an ass, or a tea kettle?

Oh what is the merit,

Pray, what is the mettle,

Of an ass, or a tea kettle?