Before the Altar, We Pray (a poem)

Before the altar, we pray
To gods of the forest-night
They hear us in our anguish

Remove us from televised carnage
And mass murder of dreams
In America, nothing is as it seems

We trek to the forest at nightfall
By light of neon and longing
It smells of fire-smoke and dust

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Where Does the Eternal Lie? (a poem)

Where does the eternal lie?
Some things can’t be seen with the eyes,
Like infinite doom-loops in my mind
And the everlasting disguise of
Angels and demons

The deity is malicious; he crushes me
Between endless surging waves
On undying shores of violence;
Where does the eternal lie?

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Liminal Spaces (a poem)

What is this enchanted place?
You look as though you’re my killer
But no, you’re the savior of those
Lost to tendrils of dark philosophy

When I saw imprints of the Psalms
Tattooed on your grizzled face,
I knew straight away you’d save
Me from this god-forsaken place

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Fever Dreams (a poem)

I wake in a cold sweat
Another fever dream, it seems
Before the dawn of innocence
And the theft of the ancient city –
As above, so below, that’s how
The stories of old always go

I dreamt of my father, his weary
Face, as he robbed the temple
And flipped over tables
Of the money-changers,
Like a backwards Jesus,
Taking gold coins and shoving them
In tattered pockets of lore

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Prison of My Mind (a poem)

On the first day, the eternal snow of stars
We felt as though we were behind bars,
But it was only the prison of my mind –
How it likes infinite repetition of
Self-irritation, leading me to hills
Of Mars to tear my body apart

We start here, again,
An interstellar journey commenced,
To escape beatings of saints
Religious zealots who rule
Island nations of woe

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Demon Days (a poem)

I want to be endless
But there’s no time left for us:
Doomsday Clocks near midnight
In moonlit nights of loathing

Dystopian futures show me ways
We all go astray, if we don’t
Stick to narrow paths and submit
To the will of God’s frenzied crying

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Lust for Burning (a poem)

And there is another thing he has in mind
I hope you don’t mind, but he’s planning
His self-destruction – selling tickets
For 99 cents to watch on TV

Can you see me? I burst into flames
Swallowed by inferno of passions
My lust for death is too much
And it’ll catch up to me

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Teeming Masses (a poem)

Like them, I have sought to comfort
But discovered there’s no comfort
Found when hanging on
Edges and screaming into voids

I am devoid of blessings; I wish
I listened to the prayers
Of my grandmother, when she
Gripped her rosary and asked Jesus
To keep me safe on lawless nights

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Cat Scratch Fever (a poem)

Songs, tales and myths
Have been told about cats
Cat Scratch Fever

But no one writes about
Twenty-pound dogs fighting
And you ending up in the ER

He’s happy to get in the car
He’s happy for the ride
He is intrigued by the door

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