Tag Archives: blood

my death

thank you for my death

if i must go

let it be by your hand

and as our eyes touch

to search for truth

i will enter oblivion, elegantly

in a river of blood


perfect rose

lost words
flushed by the blood
trickle of sacrifice

thoughts grow
a thicket of briers
biting shy flesh

with every temptation
to embrace the rapture
of a perfect rose

blood words

through this jagged
unnatural wound
I find blood words

to paint
the sound
of pain

blood and soul

i offer blood

feed on me

i offer soul

please feed on me

spiritual vampire

of essence and heart

shot a man

shot a man,

watched him die,

his spirit married my cause,

and i couldn’t remember

which war i was fighting –

he had no uniform,

wore no shoes.

lost children built sandcastles

in his blood.

dark red

slept a tired sleep
dreamt dark red
the colour of
awoke surrounded –
the womb of pitch
embraced layers of razor silks
needing nothing but more sleep
i cut myself
to stop the pain

half heart

deathless sleep of angel’s womb,

i fly as fetus

searching every drifting dream

for a pulse unborn –

the cry

of the half heart.


(heaven’s tears caress,

a shower of diamond light,

burning away ugliness, melting years,

bathing every lie.)


i peal jacquards

of colour and time

to enter the vault;

truth to unlock all locks

and open the gate

where we began, before


before i was torn –

ripped suffering suckle,

immortal fruit’s desire, taken


to walk as they walk,

smearing history

with animal’s blood

upon canvas and mind


line upon line;

killing for poetry,

praying for art,

sacrificing the purest of the pure –

more than i knew,

more than i cried for



dying, because

they said so.

they said i must.

they, how be it,

said too much


but reaching, always

for the fading hand,

i descend open-eyed

beneath the darkness

of wave and sea.


sweet gentle lamb

where is my inspiration?

my altars, i swear, were of gold!

did i not slaughter you painlessly

under the shadow of law,

dissecting and eating the guts

of every letter?

putrid nourishment,

sustaining every plague

of mortal shame.


yet, anon, and ever and,

i breathe

the breath of her flame,

burning the cake of karma,

undressing the negligee,

and serpentine lace of lies

revealing the child,

and i remember and know

as i am known –

the reflection of her face

resting upon feathers.


she dreams my life

enduring the timeless quiver

of the half heart,

moaning under the lash

of each passionate stroke –

fatal caress of wincing flesh,

the final offering of time,

kneeling before the pendulum,

she follows my death

through countless cocoons,


into her womb,

once again.


once again,

i lie between shadow and light

tracing the jagged edge,

seared pitiful heart – half-self,

torn, never separated,

realizing with every cycle and refrain

earth’s delicate axis never to sustain.

such bliss a dangerous thing;

would end the fragile construct mortality,

shattering gold and hinging law –

falling as delirious playing cards

in slow motion

never to fly.



never to be written,

never to be recorded,

not by them,

not by the gatekeeper.

she waits the wait of zen,

beyond rust and stumbling saints;

a silhouette glowing

upon wavering prison drapes,

like an old film framing electric mist.

her dream is my vision

and tears are the food

of everlasting flight.

let it rain.

i eat every diamond.


dearest nightingale,

touch me with your feathers,

as torn hearts live to mend.


we walk not as they,

with footprints of fossil in clay

sinking deeper with every step,

but higher, above the begging tempest

upon water of light

through the mirrored gate,

we awaken from supposition

unto our eternal reflection,

one heart

one mind

one love.