Behemoth

herald!
to lay waste to the end
the bitter beginning
the subjects needn't concern
samsara is slaves to us all
expense of athanasia
the will to maintain
alas
it is only a couple more miles

Revelation

sun shines on the digger
the worker and his toil
the intellectuals wonder why
he doesn't hide his macabre task
he only laughs
you all dug this grave long ago

Oddity

the infernal machine-
contraption of bone and bane
the Colossus holds the song,
in his hand, life swirls
empires rise and fall
love is found and hopelessly lost
treasures dead and buried
he smiles
"stranger things have happened"

Raise Your Glass

behold
the World, shrinking
the soil flees
and leaves the crypt maker
to his bidding
even the hum of time
will fade with the crescendo

The Five and a Half Minute Hallway

if you steal her once,
steal her twice
or free us with a glance-
because and only child is the only chance
to end this wicked curse-
the only way, we say,
you rid the sea with dance
and banish love to verse.


Only now do I accept my mediocrity. Compliance is another story.