Grievously crossed the Stepping stones

Place me on the land before the stepping stones,
Grievously I edge towards the starting zone,
Distant mirage of unfamiliar homes,
These scattered stones are mine to tread alone,
But I've never been alone,
In this familiar acapellago.

Place me on the coast beside the light house,

The raft close behind will remind me to have no doubts,

Gather me a map and only send me on the known routes,

Lists kept pristine enough for me to host my own joust,

Inattentive to the fates below,

In this familiar acapellago.

Place me on the rocks out in the far sea,

Took up skipping stones as a hobby,

With these wounded soles carnivores might fall upon me,

Pull me from the path and slowly turn me to a zombie,

Honestly, I'd never know,

In this familiar acapellago.

Place me on the rocks, make it the last time,

Tease me with a win before I swim back to the coastline,

Legs bruised and bloodied from the last try,

Silence laced with iodine war cries,

Sea denying my tears to show,

In this familiar acapellago.

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Lover in the East

Lover in the east,
Maiden of my memories,
Sweet siren of reality,
Despite irregularities,
You still chose to sing to me.

Lover in the east,
Blinding me from peace,
Each new day in grief,
Steadfast in my belief,
These moments will be brief.

Lover in the east,

No place I'd rather be,

We'd disappear beneath the sheets,

Nothing here left to critique,

Blessed be every sleep.

Lover in the east,

A yearning crossing seas,
Doting on the salty breeze,
With eyes that dot the eve,
Return in full to me.

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Harmonics 

Sparrows sing above,

Harmonized with cicadas,
A bow with each bell.

Symbiosis

Nature blends with man,
Tributes hang from the pine branch,
Hearts pressed to the ground.

Intangible 

Gold, gilded, guiding, 
Gazing down, sights set upward,
Breeze that carries faith.

Hot, Wet & Loud.

In the hot monsoon,

Drowned in wet concrete,

A city silenced. 

Outskirts from this platform

Each street, a new sight,

A maze of hieroglyphics,

A neon network.

Korea

It’s the wild wild east,
Where concrete and jungle meet,
Bloodsuckers, mosquitoes and gnats,
Foliage leaking between the cracks,
Farmland snuck into every free space,
Not a square foot can go to waste,
Nature preserved through cordoned off forests,
In which cicadas and crickets both sing in their chorus,
Pockets of paradise between each tower,
Air-conditioned and draining power,
Discordant aesthetics from city to town,
With air so humid that you could drown,
Concrete habitats stacked high for room,
Temples of gold where lotus’s bloom,
Stained shades of yellow, coating the greys,
Beneath them lie commerce in vibrant displays,
Peddlers push products while perched by the pavement,
While bikes run red lights each lacking in patience,
Cigarettes and soju stain to the throat,
On dust and smog the people choke,
Towering statues give tribute to saviors,
And a national pride which never wavers.

Once I Was Blessed, Even if it was by the Cursed.

I was arrogant to think I was a step ahead of anything my mind could conjure,

Never believed an offered reality could be worth more than my own dreams,  

Each force attracted became greater than my own evolving imagination,

Fighting a lifetime of ancient anxieties just to be considered undefeated,

Vowing time and time again to never let myself be overpowered,

That confusing road to victory anything but smooth and painless,

Each bump familiar in all its abusive forms.

With a lack of faith I could allow myself to never be unworthy of anything,

Smug and content with my own presumptuous and contagious heresy,

Pursued in a witch hunt by those who were never weak enough to infect,

The prison of ichor stank of the same fear and regret I drowned in,

That substance I was saved from was slightly less viscous,

What a shameful and blasphemous existence it was,

Struggling free from my unsympathetic cesspool.

I was barely servant lorded over by consistent contradictions,
Settled as a peasant spoilt amidst wealthy company,

On loaned time while wasting the ticks of others,  

Cursed to be tantalizing and remain unloved,

Freezing to death amidst the warmest souls,

Content to the slow death of attrition,

While I maintained my stockpile.

Blessed by the the Shepard wanting no part of his flock,

Blessed the same soul I could never put my faith in,

Blessed are the eyes forced open by my brothers,
Blessed be my created and incomplete entity,

Blessed to be ignorant and oblivious,

What a blessed abomination I was,   

At most I was blessed,

At worst I was blessed the least.   

Eyes In The Stars

I dreamt I was a space farer,
The sun stroked my many spheres,
Helped synthesize this warmth,
Manifested these dark fears.

Made these mirrors in the void,
Immured glazed eyes behind them,
Progression at the speed of light,
This cosmos mine to condemn.

Preserved from deterioration,
The sardonic space faring barbarian,
His cage of flesh so vulnerable,
Suited alien humanitarian.

Enamored by savage impulses,
A greedy linchpin in the unknown,
Brought these butterflies into orbit,
Old ecology given new home.

A hope they’d choke In the vacuum,
Or be overwhelmed by Infinity,
Escaped a rotation to join the expanse,
Amongst the edges of sanguinity.

Why whisper in the vacuum,
Disregard unreachable stars,
This mix of silence and darkness,
The same void we claimed as ours.

So Grateful

Its'a Valentines,
Im'a spend some dimes,
Wine and dine my wife,
What a splendid life,
I will spoil her.

(Once a year I'm grateful)

Might make me a steak,
Brownies we will bake,
Belts about to break,
Might just change my shape,
To the mounds of our plates full.

(Hope She's grateful)

In bed we will spoon,
I'll be bigger soon,
Lay the towels down,

As I go to town,
Turn this night around.

(In this space I'm so grateful)  

Might just suck my dick,
V day head is sick,
When she hit the base,
I will strain my face,
Kiss her for the taste.

(For the face full I'm grateful)

She loves me? She loves me not.

Rose gold cum stained memories,

Found myself compelled to pick petals for my enemies,

Transitory melodies combined to make our symphony,

Minor stimulations make me recreate those energies,

My plans to synthesise and dose myself for centuries,

Admit to me: Were you happy? With such necessity?

They should have warned us we'd be altered by such ecstasy,

You laced our lips with lullabies I wish you never said to me,

Synchronised traumas which corrupt and changed our destiny, 

"You didn't have to mention me" or "You shouldn't have to ask", 

Tasked with archiving life's lessons from the past, 

Tripping on the bars I placed as homage to the last,

"Lets get this done fast" to "We should think this through",

Both ignorant to the cost of the absence of you.

Familia agradecida

Unknown celebrations of which I was gifted,

Filled bellies and thinned blood,

Earfuls of laugher and mouthfuls of love,

A warmth id expect from my own but not owed,

We were all tangled at the wrists,

Content with this misplacement,

Crossed oceans to attend this intimate gathering,

Two feet atop forty thousand just to see you,

Eyes darting and stuck open wide,

Lights as bright as the company shared,

The rain wouldn't make me miss a thing,

In awe of where I landed and what I left,

Everything besides mother natures interference,
Made the stones skip similarly across the pond.

The Air Tastes "Different" Here

I was a small man hailing from similar land,
A subtlety I wished I wasn't privy to,

Attempting to tread the same steps as my idols,
Each footprint forward seemed smaller than the last,
Swallowed as the trees gained height around me,

Lichen masking them with a youthful vibrancy,

Whilst their roots older than the nation they serve,

I recount the saying: "The sky is bigger in America",

Watching as the soils stretched overhead and upwards,  

Displaying humbly each of its earthen crowns,

My gaze became too much for my eyes to swallow,

As I was left to wallow in my impotence,
Forced to contemplate my miniscule presence.

Here in this bastion of hardwood and bloodshed,

Partaking in the same gluttony I brand heresy, 

Toasting to descendants of the morally unjust,

Every action gave way to a lamenting moment,
The things I spare no thought for gain traction here,
The breaths of my own territory were tedious,
But in this state every inhalation was an entrée,
Safe roads we drove went nowhere familiar, 

The same heaven above looked alien,

Faces of the mob seemed suddenly exotic, 

Light danced with me behind the scenes,

Whilst my native tongue now fails me,

At least it's not from behind a screen.

The Legends of La-La Land

I had never seen such a filtered gaze,
Bisected at first glance,
The pieces turned to stone and crashed,
At the feet of medusa and her bladed eyes,
Picturesque in umbers and ivories,

Every last look was lethal.

She held inside her many faces,

Brine more pure than any ocean,

Bound to float amidst the waves,

Beached those who would breach her depths,

Unaware of the reflecting constellations, 

Poseidon coveted for more than Amphitrite.

Pharaonic glyphs carved in her flesh,

Buried within lost labyrinths,

Rested in your simple tomb,

Your insides pristine and as real as the rest,

Glaring red on your wrists and chest,
Raising those susceptible.

Little red slayer of wolves,

Was swallowed whole to rest in the warmth,

A tiger laced with stripes and stars,

Escaped and bushed the forest vermillion,

Under the hood laid a competent beast,

With cries and roars mistaken for melodies.

Heroines bow strung tight with riddles,

Quiver stocked full of cherubs tips,

Earned from the rich to pierce the poor,

And aimed with such precision,

Accepted the volley and crumbled at her feet,

The fortunate skewered in sentiment.

Riding or robin was never the question, 

Regardless this maiden might kill me,

Guide me realms unknown by most,

And choose me to be slain,

The description of angel to modest,

This was a Valkyrie too sweet in her embrace.

No single myth could capture your story,

All these unimaginable things and more.

What I Might "Need"

Out here trading vices,
One constriction for another,

Bound to the business of addiction,

An inescapable stock,

Weighted round my arms and neck, 

Embracing what is thrown my way.

Charred Coffin of Chains

My only pure and shameful ambition,
Is striving for the final aspect of these blueprints.

I cant remember not yearning for the iron curtains close,
The lid pressed down on me and sealed tight,
To feel warmth enough to melt me down,

I lit up these different sources as substitute,
Oblivious that they might be used to bind me on ignition,

I became a hollow screaming forge begging for fuel,
Reality would cool me down to the frozen ground,

Resisting the thaw of my ironbound prison,

As I was barely contained in a broken mould,
I became an architect to greater designs.

Spent a decade smithing this mortal coil,
Pressing past and ignoring its impurities,
Only to find it compromised by my tempering,
The links bound to me began to weigh me down,
Those same circles formed into twisted chain links,
And I could not steel myself against their frigid touch,
As I looked beneath me I could see no end, 

I heard the melodic clanking as i was dragged down,

Grating my flesh into something easily buried,

Finally.

Audrinary

Spoken too with crescents and hypotheticals,

A light enough to guide these butterflies,

An old forgotten spark to burn them on ascension,

Your very being summons swarms straight from the ashes.

From your lips slip the subtle words of the breathless,

Each one tailored between teeth for an addicts pallet,

I drowned in the consumption of this euphoric babble,

Yet my mind remained as lethargic and empty as my lungs.

Enter a scent so sweet I forgot my own miasma,

Blew down the fort I built from smog and smoke,

Open to this new red veil that falls over my pupils,

Enthralled by an essence that stagnates me in my frenzy.

Little lives you created from the cardboard cut-out,

So easily sliced when the blade never dulls,

Left a trail of sightless wielders in your wake,

Not even the darkness could take these patterns from me.

Cannibalized the tail to seem smaller than you are,

Still able to ensnare with the tales you collected,

The fables described the block of stone that remained,

Prophecy into a reality as you laid each brick before you.

Twitching limbs suspend us in every temporary moment,

Those ticking hands held tight around my face,

I was displaced amidst inconsequential eras,

And even they ground slowly between our layers of cogs.

Harbouring W.M.A's

Tunnelled under the bunker,
Stuck a sunset to the periscopes end and watched,
My immense investment,
Burn up around the edges.

This exposed my selfish works,
Emptied the stockpiles to unveil this menagerie,
I wish I could see them again,
Those weaponised anxieties,

I mourned the bricks I'd laid out,
Elaborate walls built to contain the immaterial,
The inexorable imprisonment,
Of my incompressible entities. 

Their form betrays their function,
Creations considered common feats of engineering,
Contraptions unwillingly given sentience,
Causing any entropy before their own.

These creations, 

My unfortunate creations,
They'll destroy the world.

Nostalgia for A'dolt

Yearn for the taste,

The hot shared air in breaths we take,

Forgotten flavors that I once craved,
Ripened Musk, our fibers flayed,

Affects the way I still behave.

Covet the tension,

Lips in all shades of vermillion,

Smooth flesh warped into prickled skin,

Arcs traced, blessed with experience,

Our moral tests of resilience.

Thirst for the interest,

The first thought seemed listless,
Like that, our mouths were twisted,
That motion denied me existence,
Those moreish lips of my mistress. 

Patricide

I had tried killed all manifestations of "Father",

Since receiving this cursed idol, 

It turned my matrons into witches,

Until I was blessed with comprehension,

I was lost in a place that seemed timeless,

Fanstiysing patricide,

Ended for once on my own terms,
Guilty of the thousands of times after.

The internal was hardest to cleanse,

It had built-up barriers for me blunder through,

Scratching the surface was the most painful way in,

I dug with a frenzy, Intent to purge,

As if I would strike a silver vein,

The prospect of some great wealth within,

Heaved up with the same spent hands, 

Roused by the carrot and the stick.

I was guided into the arms of an immortal green giant,

And in comfort, I justified the substitute,

I needed an excuse to look down on something,

Scared of where I had found myself,

I'd wince at the thought of the inevitable fall,

Only after my back touched the ground did I laugh,

What once looked strange from far away,

I could hardly wait to get closer too.

This road I've rebuilt is the same path I walk,
I've missed crucial features, through the monotony of the step, 

The dirt between my toes reminding me why I jumped,

I make these mirages real, to keep me walking,

Heart set for imaginary paradise,

Convinced you were nothing but a shadow,

Where never looking back meant never looking up

Maybe in this old darkness, I'll wander back to reality.

Looking down at a box

Prepped my chest for evils,

Each decorated faithfully,

I figured all sides equal,
As i lived with eccentricity,

But was forced to face the sequel,

My admiration was mimicry,

Demons settled on my right,

On the left, it has a vacancy.

This decent is plagiarism,
The first death was the slowest, 

Prepared in days of fatalism,

For the date I reach my lowest,
Preordered my coffin,

To own the vessel of poet,

I'll be the last inside,
And the first one to close it.

Killing Time

Tried to master the AMs,
We slip into PMs,
And without warning,
We quilted over coffins,

And we tried to call it mourning.

Dr Boondocks

Physicians paid and made to feign a friend,

Not even the trained confirming where it stemmed,

Fools with tools turning inner demons to men,

Always a chance to lose your mind at the end.

A monochrome mind and its forgotten hues,

Now manufactured on mass and deemed safe to use,

We chase after the synthesis of the two,

Pumping our hearts through with shades of blue.

Embody purposeless flesh to disrupt,

Burning with passion or iodine in the cuts?

Iodine tinted eyes left them burnt and corrupt,

Butterflies cannibalize right through the guts.

Subtle salves smother these sparse shallow wounds,

All ailments and cures reflect the reviews,

Now you're higher and wired on all you consume,

Prescriptions are laced decorating our tombs.