Bloor and young

Concrete stoned and moving

Under a summer sun

Wondrous haze so fucking dazed

Glass and exhaust

Fibreglass traffic screaming

Lights and crash

As the hot shallow days

Move to Dundas

And the Southern crap on young.

Remember being stoned there

Walking the hazy exhausted strip

Every step crawling out of the past

The sweaty traffic on midday torsos

Flowing to the rhythm of the rhyme

Beaten into the pavement by the frantic

I was the only one flowing like a ghost

Through the grime, noise, and self-absorption.

River of flesh leaching into the living

The inanimate corrupting progress

The present smothering beauty

And the towering shrinking under the afternoon sun

By the time I reached the cooling fountain

At Carlton Place

My affection burned a hole into the present

And I drifted into it

Like an Archangel to destruction.

I sat struck 4 PM overhead

The back of my neck burnt

My mind raw of analyzing your end

And I let sorrow for you

Pour from my pain.

From my seat here, where

Past present and Future

Shit in the same fucking universe

Consider yourself blessed

When angels and demon

Incur my anguish

And rose petals my caress

When I rose to walk again

8 to 10 years had past

The idle wordsmith

Squeezes the bellows

Launching the first flame

Of poetic brimstone

To boil the murky brine

Of Ode and Verse.

ANGEL SLAYER

A line to a chapter

Dead air between us

A one-sided conversation

The last dance was always mine

But alas you were spent

On him or the other

Like a child, I’d only tuck you in

Comfort your weary mind

And set you on the next days

Horse and carriage to travel on again

Betwixt dusk and dawn.

THE RAVEN ANGEL

Red sun of an afternoon haze

Clamoured about city traffic in August Braze

I thought, quenching my aversion to sobriety

How thick and obscene the exhaust is to piety

And inhale the depth of the day

To catch the night.

I can’t believe I let it

Go on as long as I did

I can’t believe the pain

Of all the fucking things you hid

My brain’s brimstone fire

I deserve my fate so dire

And everything you conspired

Left the whole of us mired

In the crap, trapped in …..

Youshush behind the curtain

Like a Shakespearean Claudius

Youshush in the shadows

But by your side

Thinks he’s mischievous

Youshush egging on as a child

To play aloud the cry of distress

Youshush a coward in the background

Kept out of harm’s way

Always at his best

Youshush My darling will turn

Grey is unkind and not present

Time will be the test.

DISEMBARK UPON NEW GROUND

Disembark upon new ground

New colors and shafts of light astound

Things of change distant in disarray

Comes together in this the world kept at bay

We know time passes, it’s said and done

The halfway melting place is the bed then gone

We make our way headlong into the horizon

Fall into the devastating hues of the sinking sun

Wonder not about fate ever last

Just repeat the soulful spell we cast.

Run into a second verse

Doesn’t matter if you’re there first

Just keep stringing the pen along

It’s okay if the rhyme isn’t strong

Let the water boil and steam

My fucking coffee requires double cream.

Watch the compass spin in its direction

Confusion in a perfect circle startles

I set sight upon you, time’s a tussle

My north of balance it’s the equation

You’re catching my eyes shooting star

Your comet streaks a tail through heaven

When the universe is gone there you are

Coming against the blanket of the night you send.

THINKER

The stroke of the last season

Snowed upon frost without reason

The cold was dark and empty of warmth

Kept in the cellar of winter’s tragedy

We buried this day with occasion

But the pale gave a little reflection

They had no tears of sorrow to communicate

It was only shown to pontificate

It had no purpose as their shadows sank

Into the spring dusk with the damp and dank

I wondered that day if it would repeat

As there was naught here for memory to greet.

As the music of the day ceased to be

Theirs seemed to exist with nothing to see

I placed the horizon from north to south

To return to the devil’s mouth

I saw the demon himself in tears no less

I comforted him, he had failed the test

Without sleight of hand or trick of the sleeve

Put him back next to Adam and Eve

See the time that passes from the artery

Flows like a river-dwelling in flattery

I raise my sight from the frame

Glistening a smile to all that remains.

Little verse

A little verse

He’s prone to curse

You’ll make him worse

Leave him alone

A dog with his bone

King on his throne

Fuck the child has grown.

The tempest’s fury storms

Hurricane gales’ against my form

Feel the tumultuous beat of the drum

Heartening throb through the air of the mob

The guitars’ ripping chords.

Chainsaw the ear with feedback cuts

Basses rushing arterial thrust

Against a thickening atmosphere

Pounding deep within, riveting

Anchoring a chorus of thunder

Onto the soul, spirit tied

The essence of humanity bottled

Broken lose into the beast’s cage

Here you can dance and rant

As modern man cant

AN ANGEL TORN

The thick heat rises from the afternoon asphalt

Between concrete and glass tombs

Hazy white burning heavenly blue.

I

Huffs and wonders

The delirious thus ponder

The meager reflection that feeds

The state of mind full of greed

Empty the vessels of sex and labels

Decree the hex and fuck ‘em on those tables

The position is just a fable

While chording his song dies the minstrel

Choking exhaust and intellectual poverty

Your character’s bankrupt most would delete

Stand alone, huff, and wonder

II

Huff and wonder

The delirious ponder

Thoughts sacrilegious

Mocked the malicious.

Huff and wonder

Cried the old fud mucker

Leave the girl seditious

Upon these banks’ oblivious

Huff and wonder

With nothing to conquer

You’re vixen vicious

Little bitch’s never capricious

Huff and wonder

Puff and plunder

Spend and pillage

You’re intellectually broke

You’ve emptied the silage

Huff and wonder

Puff and thunder

Ponder on things dead

Leaves you full of dread.

3

Driving the midnight traffic flow

Light of the moment flash and glow

Memories in the trust all recedes

Fade and dissolve this end I concede

Hair like a lion’s mane

And a face kissed by angels

She devoured a soul in the lane

Left the spirit body drifting in the channel

The dark in the 2 A.M. breeze has me bound

Has put my sorrow in a jewelry box

Laid my end of all things on the ground

And held my heart under weld and locks

There are gruesome moments in mind

Afflicts the depths of all that touches me

Renders my soul bare unto the grind

Abrasive salts of humiliation cast from thee.

Such a thing as tears, regret, or honesty

You’re mired with decapitation and disembowelment

You’re exsanguination of truth and humility

You’ve fired them into the coals with want.

The entity you claim to be is my creation

The entity you’ve always been is a broken promise

On the premise you turned truth with partition

The fact I embrace with horror’s bliss.

Turn up the fire of anger with bellows of lies

And pour the flames of games and treachery

On your cheeks to melt those eyes

Back into the blue-grey sky of eternity.

4

The truth is a verse most weighted of dread

Words stumble over tongue and lips

With tremors reverberating from toe to head

The darkness of tales will eclipse

When fear is most turned bilious dew

And trust is a friend seen fiend in sight

All intuition has gone against what you knew

In the light of day, you will rise to fight.

5

We’ve cropped and minimized

Reduced beauty of our reading eyes

To acronyms and broken words

Deleted thoughts of delight as absurd

Thinking out not through our maze

Where troubled waters have no bridge

The left one treated like a defrosting fridge

At the end of this text, you sent.

I find myself perturbed with understanding bent

From the river’s edge where I stand;

Your thoughts be the bridge its breadth should span

But short was the reach across the waters

The abyss grew but few words

That made no matter.

SEVERITY

Brazen petals flutter against that flame

The hazed heat melts us up into the air

A little verse from hell thus melts the frame

Capturing the broken carnival in our affair

Cutting the pleasure we thus stand to endure

When we look at our souls these broken petals

Wilt and burn turn to ash twisting in the wind so pure

We are left weeping our skin sticking to metal.

July 13, 2010 01:00 A.M.

RED

The fire which once blazed unabated

Now sits seething coals and ash

Singed spinning whirls leave the sacred

Still, cracks and pops under this sash.

You’re a curse on my life’s mantle

Named as another hidden verse

T’was you my elder brought to this portal

Always under my skin soul mate first.

The eternal excruciating agony of life

Suffocated us each other’s bleated strife.

CHROMOZONE OF THE SOUL

July 13, 2010

Retrospection of the last year

Pondering the chains I hold

And the distance weighted is clear

Letting go will stir what never grew cold

Torn into starlight

Am I a fire in the damp cold night?

Retrospection into the moment colliding

Memories fill this empty room

I want to see your eyes smiling

Where you sat cold air looms

Thus torn into starlight

I am fire in the damp cold night.

Retrospection forms urgency

My mind crushed into that malignancy

That boon forever tied eternal

From my heart to yours leaving mythical

And torn into starlight

I am fire in the damp cold night.

July 14, 2010

Night’s dampness sinks into the bone

Deeper onto the heart on your throne

Time cuts as truth shows your face

The last portrait in this Hollow disgrace.

The castle fortress of a hope unblessed

Now echoes of empty halls and rooms frosted stark

There is nothing but a feeling of theft

And the sound of my steps in the dark

The last light from the western moonlit windows

And a torch dimly fired throws quivering shadows

Moon and mountain framed on the sill of night

My breath weights to have my back against this light

I walk away down a soundless hall

My mind ignites a fire and flames begin to crawl

Devouring the past, the present, the portrait

Ashes are blooms dropping petals from love’s forfeit

Each step echoed against the walls, pounding a thunder

The heart dragging an angel’s corpse

Scrapping boned wings against the floor under

The echo of steps flash of light we are on course

Don’t be fooled dismayed the end begins a restoration

Be it known you have no place here nor do you belong

The river flows a course; the waters are cold and long

A natural resource through the fathoms of restoration.

Scatter the rhyme and the murder of crows

Pelted with bullets and bloody bows

Cherubs hung by the noose of your lips

Garrotted by your lies and mortal quivering quips

I look back into the fortress inferno

See the canvas spill its life to smoke

Curling shafts of fire around pillars to choke

Living memories asphyxiates in spasm and throws

From the smoke and ash has risen stone and mortar

The Canon stands bold in the rubble and torpor

An angel’s glazed look in his eyes

He shrinks into the dust as passion’s demise

No longer feels the breast its heartbeats

No longer press the artery nothing rushes through

No longer does his body hold passion or heat

I am cold, icy hands of neglect a winter’s dew

Here you think I’m left alone in the dark

I am quiet and still, perched on the tower breeze

Watching and listening behind the parapet’s arch

I am turned to stone a top minaret in Bell-ease.

You are but a shadow in the dark

No constellation or star to chart

I am riffled and shot in the sinking Ark

Left abandoned drowning in the waters of the start

I’ve come from the eternal

Pondered in an ocean till thought maternal

Ripped me through flesh and bone and cervical

Only to fall in the violence of the paternal.

THE REAPER

I woke this morning quoting Bob Dylan

Summer half gone the other bitten

I lay under the epithet of doom and gloom

A slumber comes on me leaving breath no room

I am stone and concrete a monument soul

That will never last time and the ferrymen’s toll

Rip lips and tongue from face to swoon

And quiet the gossip laughter humiliation croons

Upon the face of whom you loved in quest

And with the face of love smeared with its spirit of death

You’ve poisoned an eternal creature’s destiny

Rendered its last breath a writhing epiphany

Darkened by the wings you ripped from my back

Like the buck, the prize was that glorious rack

“Drive us on.” To my sepulchre and wasteland

Return me to my first thought of you

Return me to our first kiss hidden from view

Return me to that long morning drive

When hope was young and so alive

To a place of wishful thinking bloomed

And I first saw your smile under fate loom

Let me die and go back to that place where we first began

Set it ablaze then and queried where I’d been when time ran

Let me not be in this place to question every smile

Every gesture, every virtue, friend or laugh infantile

I am trapped in this void of beguiled trickery

Spun like a top not knowing when to stop my mind from bickering

Slam shut the door to all leave the future blank.

Rendering bitter waters I once drank

Return me; return me to where I began this sullen verse

That place, that moment, that kiss that made it worse,

Return me that I can look in your eyes,

Cup your cheek with my hand and sigh

Kiss you again and give up the ghost

Drift into vanishing sands of time and thought to post…

“Damaged and broken

There’s no defense

Healing or reference

Not a word was spoken

It’s just the way I give up

Relent, my life is spent.

Damaged and broken

Everything else is left unspoken.