Oaktree god, eternalstretched forth this wayhumbly I climb youlie upon you and swayI stroke your crude skinI swallow your pastup rise barbarouscrude callused mastyour branches are brittleyet anxious I climbI feel out your furrowsI measure my timerings hold your legacyvibrating deep downI clench forth and pealpossessed by the soundI cast away barkfeeling beneathsilkened the textureI shiver, I weepI grasp for some moreyour skin does not breakHow tough to realizeit is but for another to takeabject but not hopelessI descend from your lullperched at your rootsheld in place by your pullyou grow from moonshineI live by lighttwo worlds discordantI desire your nightascend from my eyestears for you I impartI water your rootspray they reach your heartaccept these my giftslet me weep in your shadesoon you shall have poolsin which you can wadefor years I shall watchas your bark lets looserain forth your liesembrace the truthIn time I shall fadein love I'd h
Translation poemGrasped in my arms I see putrid analogies eating away at the core of my heartsucking me, turning me...feeding the demons we slip through the crevice...when did this start?I had a notion, cast into the ocean a pleasure, a privilege, a misconstrued jest!Now it's irreversible, nasty irrepressible! Enter the dagger and slice through my chest!!!A dream, a light, a saint, a call, a flamed pulsing organ dosed in quixotic sauce.Irreverent, irrevalent, impassive, aggressive, I rip through the lies with the words that you toss.Bathed in lament, purged of scum I obtain, your render nature to blood and shame.Love me, forget me, abstain and lament me, breath in fidelity, blow out the flame.I toss you, I scald you, I'll rip you, I told you! You're lost to me now,let your angels blame!Look a reflection 'bout time pure neglect, I see what's there, you see fault, who's insane?!?
SloshingSo silent these walls. This echoing nothingness that blurs my appreciation for the finer things in life. He had come to me in the night. Told me of my destiny...a thin destiny. It was not what I wished to hear...but why spice it up with baubles and what not when truthfully I am just another mortal, with just another life. Spare my grave site, not an inch of the earth shall be devoted to me... turn me to ash and let my body spread in the wind, let my waste be breathed in and out by those more fortunate and dignified as I. I am beyond nothing and he... he will not let that go unnoticed.Careless, reckless my mind as it searches for meaning in this daft existence of twirling pain and mismatched opinions. He was my guardian, my master, and now he is nothing but a frail recollection of pain that has past...or has it. Will it ever?Down my the river water I listen for his voice amongst voices that rise up from the trickles sloshing upon the rocks. But only ladies as confused and useless as I
Some poemMany moons under fertile valleyharvesting unsuccessful vineswithering away the winter lilieshumbling springs pungent winesin the mist I see your bodyshivering 'neath ransomes wasteripening the central stallionswith fervent prayer your satire graceend this now, your fight eternalrumble in the quick of dayliven past your prepuce navelrythmic madness go astrayin the night I see your faceyour handsome lipsyour massive eyesin the nightI feel your pulsesrymic in my jaded lies