Womb's Eye

Cloudless and incandescent sky

In a cemetery’s eye

The girl scratches the pavement

Trying to break the phantom surface

Of the lush, reposing observance

Hypnotized in wet cement

Infantile womb long forgotten

Immortal, and decaying

The girl cringes as the smoke fills her lungs

The funeral procession remains oblivious

In skin so young

Filled with childish hope

Longing to be buried in the ground

Resound with crows, and ghosts of flowers.

Shiva's Mirror.

A distorted shadow follows you in your dreams
In your familiar self destruction
Chaos lulling into parallel schemes
Comforting you with indulging gratification
Love once existed in the eyes of newborn
Soon castrated by a fallible horizon

Ambivalence is home to me
In varying extremes that I cannot escape
Happiness has washed over me
Like a fading cloud
Trying to grasp what has come to pass
Memory obfisticated in a chemical sleep

Years ago I thought I would succeed
In your arms, you never cared who you were before
Or how I was snidely detached
the feelings were blurred
too obscure to comprehend

My impure thoughts
they frightened you
a grinning taboo of sin
Valiantly molding into a fracture of normality

Change is overwhelming when you've never embraced it
the words that crumpled away
burned into my pores
was it in vain?

these people how are they so full
of everything I feel I can never become
I can never erase
the sinking ships and mistakes
tracking me down so shamelessly

your lack of tact is going to put me in my grave
you were never aware of how you stung
the rising sun of my scattered integrity
how we use to laugh at the freaks
that have suddenly become us

In the cold white trash rain
full of failures, and nobodies
that we were destined
to face in unwashed mirrors
during God's quiet introspection
of our secret revolving hells

Becoming Bernese.

Bernese is full of nails
empty bank accounts
lost priorities
fake smiles
social networking fixations
nicotine addiction
nervous breakdowns
memories best forgotten
years of pills

Jordan was a dreamer
never depressed
yet always failing
too short to shine
too vain to see
TV tells him what to do
he wants to be rap star
mocking everything you are

Rose sings in colors
vulnerable and withering
the sun haunts her skin
the boys love blondes the best
She says with a cigarette between her lips
You'll often find her wandering
like a long dead celebrity

Joe learned where the ally ends
where cops blow up like puffer fish
the addicts resemble skeletons
where corpses turn into flowers again
as the women melt into the twilight
car alarms ring endlessly
marina knows your fate
young child without a name

Gina grew up so pure
adored by friends and family
college educated, and perfectly manicured
like a pristine Russian doll
Some people have all the luck
I hate her because I wish I was her

Instead I am Bernese
full of nails, and shit luck
in a world where I am seen as nothing
because I'm poor.
I wish I was pure.