My Curse

My life has been cursed

by a curse so profound

that it tears me apart

and it brings my soul down.

Down to the depths,

of Hades itself,

where day turns to night

and my soul cries for help.

Help from above

or help from below.

Which shall it be and oh

how shall I know?

I know that I wander

so lost and afraid,

until the day that

my body is laid.

Down in the earth 

or perhaps in the sea.

All that I know

is that this fragile being

shall be scattered one day

as the dust in the wind.

Forgotten by all of my

fam'ly and friends.

They too you see

shall become but as dirt.

And none of us ever

shall know any hurt.

No pain or fear

or depression or sin,

just peace and quiet,

asleep in our dens.

Eons stretch on

in the eternal tide.

All we can do,

is enjoy the ride.

Some Possible Irony

The one's I wish would read my meager writings, don't.
So, I write, to nobody but myself.
It is hard not to feel as if nobody cares,
even the one who says they do.
You will never read my words,
even though I beg and plead.
It as if you want to keep me a secret.
A shameful unwanted remembrance.
Accidental love, soon to be discarded.
And yet, you will ever know how I feel.
I can't tell you, it causes too much drama.
There is nothing I can do,
except watch us slowly fall apart
One day I will wake,
and you will be gone,
I will never hear from you again.
I said I would cope.
But, I won't.
I'm not even coping now
and you are still there, sort of.
I already feel like I've lost you.
Or rather, never "had" you to begin with.
Love, what a cruel joke.
Beautiful disaster and bitter sweet symphony.

Fraying Threads

The threads in the tapestry fray.
edges blur, undefined.
Returning to the beginning.
that empty nothingness.
The bane of all.
It has already begun to consume us.
Barely held at bay,
it approaches,
a gibbering mass of pure consumption.
Life itself hangs in the balance.
Good and evil must unite,
angels and demons fight against inverted existence.
False gods hold the world hostage.
Blinding us to truth and light.
Furthering the cause of falsehood and nothingness.
We kill our own planet, our own brothers,
our harmonious symbiotes, all dying betwixt greed's jaws.
People die in the streets without so much as a glance.
Little love exists amid our species.
The old ways are all but dead now.
Things are changing,
Gaia herself fights back.
We fight for existence as we know it.
There is no other option, defeat would be much worse than death.
The seeds must be sown now
before it is too late.
We must return to the roots
or all will be lost.

Wind

Snapping, popping, whooshing, gasping, it had roused me with trepidation.
    Creaking, stretching, groaning, popping, I had head as I fully adjusted.
         I thought to my self, "While it sounds like a fire there's no way it
              could truly be! Nothing outside could yield such flames with
                a torrent that now assails me! For rain with the wind it
                  does fall in great volume and it falls with such a din!"
                      The thought it had hit me as hard as itself when I
                        realized where that great sound had truly lain.
                             That great grandfather oak who grew by
                                 My window had succumbed to that
                                  thunderous voice. A tree of such
                                   girth that my arms could never
                                    surround it. The wind twisted
                                      it like a bluebell stem and
                                        mercifully tossed it the
                                          other direction, away
                                           from my family and
                                               I. Oh such force!
                                                  It makes me
                                                     tremble...
                                                       In awe. 

Should I?

Should I blind myself,

with mind numbing nonsense,

as I whittle away the time?

Take a drug to feel sublime,

as I pine, almost senseless?

Get the booze, off the shelf,

drink till I am somebody else?

What else, is there to do?

Maybe I'll sit here an' talk to myself,

since I can't talk, with anyone else.

I'm so listless, I don't miss this!

Something I wish, to just dismiss!

Watching minutes, turn to hours,

forget the last time that I showered.

:O AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

My thought processes are busted,

swatches of my mind rusted,

so maladjusted I'm disgusted,

with myself, above all else,

this shell, locked in a hellish cell,

with a keening knell I can not dispel!

I must attest, that my mind is a gibbering mess,

I lust for rest, it's high time to end this bantering stress!

I need to be free of this anxiety before it kills me you see!

Already on my knees, as I plead, for release, surrounded, by my own debris!

Too many pieces are missing.

I'm pissing away all my time!

I can feel everything slipping,

dripping right out of my mind!

Here I am writhing and twisting,

wishing I wasn't confined!

Who tell me who is still listening?

I'm listing here on my side!

My head, will not stay still!

I'm filled, with dreadful trills.

So shrill, I'm feeling so ill,

gonna spill, my guts....

I''m going nuts!

A mental klutz!

If life's a joke, then I'm the butt.

Ignore Me Please

 Ignore me, it's cool, see, there's nothing, that I need, to do, anymore.

for soon I, will be freed, there will be, no stressing, or raps on, my door.

The best thing, for you'd be, to try and, forget me, I am, no more.

Times seem, to seek the, impending, transiting, the end of the, chore.

Love me, and hate me, berate me and fake me,

I don't see, further need, to not be, absentee,

I'm losing, and sinking, back into, my hole.

Don't try to save me, forget me, flee from me,

can't banish this feeling, I won't try any more.

You won't, talk to me, it has been, for days see

Even though, I plead, and cry on my knees, we

are lost in the storm.

It was nice, knowing thee, but now we're just joking.

Why try, anymore?