Potent Calamity

Am I poison, like cyanide to the brain
What you once loved will quickly cause you pain
There is a quarrel in the mind, the proverbial ying versus yang
The seed of confusion, desire, and apathy - falling like acid rain
Tearing through your being until your world bleeds crimson red
Fear me not, though, for I am not conscientious
No meticulous plans to harm encircle my mind
Just confusion birthed in ignorance
The self-fish desire to have the best of both worlds
So your blood, I take it in - Immune to your ills
And reciprocate with cold passion - The only kind that kills
Until you are sucked dry and the thrill wanes
Then we remain still and I become your most potent of calamities

We Just Might Not Work

for you I starve
until a pit is carved in my deepest being
the core of my inner person
the space which yearns to taste and see
like forbidden fruit hanging from the tree of life
is your heart
fashioned from mortar and stone
impervious to yearning and wants
yet still I wait, until we rise
from this mire and confusion to new heights of a unified self
until then, like Romeo and his Juliet
we form this blessed tragedy
steeped in sweet ruin and perilous bliss
waiting to be acquainted with a damned tomorrow

An Ode to Uncertainty

the future was never promised
but naivety still exists
we live, we laugh, we love
like immortals blessed by Apollo’s bliss
youth lives forever in the minds of the young
who’s grandiose dreams fashion bright tomorrows
but until ink pens paint our own Dorian Grey
man will never know the instant when his life will flash away
and become a fleeting remembrance played on death’s harp strings
from the womb to the tomb, that’s the path that fate pre-tells
and once the soul is laid to rest, all that matters is heaven or hell