Cursed Hallow

A destiny by another name

Still in the back of my mind


Can’t seem to forget, erase, or unwind

Nightmare still pulsing like a dark orbits decline


A meaning for broken-ness,

a tool for tropic thunder,

To unspill the unsavory guts of an ego that blundered?

Was it for destiny to correct the path of a runner?

Bleeding love, kindness, and regret, so that main char could sputter.


Only choking and feeling fumes, noxious and realizing groomed,

at that moment of wringing, information and dark deception having seen it.

The Rainbow Bridge

Spire atop the spectrum of shadows dancing lightly and echoing

A pyramid of causality cries out and beckons. But dead wreckoning is a reality of mortality.

Percolating, emanating, waves and split curves, splines divorced from ripped worlds.

This world is too much for me. That world is not enough for me.

But creeping ravens must lift us all. The iron curtain of grim rapture makes men of us all, crossing the rainbow bridge to the land before time. Eyes dead with understanding as love passes from color to color. Charmed, face filled with eternity, facing the unknown with enmity. Scarlet haze, take me.