Smothered Conflagration

 She left while my life was smoldering

in shimmering decline, the fury vacated 

and honor breached, and the road crawls 

onwards, there's no culpability in retrieving 

an ember of hope, mooring of hope chained to

her memory, we marginalize the ruin, abandon all

victories, and escape from the fire within; you may 

find the value in nothingness is all you'll ever bargain 

with or own and far prosperous than tokens of silver

and gold, the lonely are always in search of cages, happy

the man who finds an early grave. 

Hell In Pitch-Black

 

Dissension from a recurring thought, 

delving deep in the dying rift, heuristic

follies his only accruement to this disease of

life, bargaining with an unknown time to his own

demise, what death conceals is pitch black, an 

achromic Hell, nothingness sees out, and nothingness 

sees in, no avenging angel tallies good from wrong, no

amnesty or reward for existing in this brume of septic lodge

of liberated thought, choking out the Jerusalem occult whence

misery flung her myths, endless bulwarks, battles, and refined and

recondensed fables, every lonesome creek, binding brook, and swelling 

river eventually flows into the sea of fiction, there in the sea of all reason

lies an anchor, bounded by lies and veiled as truth, where religion is the chain

and money is the ruler, steadfast in brutality and staunched with control, mankind

is forsaken by his conscience, far easier being a slave than a king, he has whittled

away from any bargain to himself, his identity, or his destiny. Dead, in pitch-black Hell.

The Greyest Day

The greyest day descended today,  

Upon this morning without any warning, 

Took my 20-pound gorilla of joy away, 

Far away, though, not far enough from my mourning. 

He was my little bundle of terror, 

All muscle and fortitude this 7-inch giant,

Nothing more funnier or scarier, 

Yet, nothing better obedient or more reliant. 

His light stretched beyond every fable,

Past the dim-lit heavens who bestowed him,

And yet, now utterly betrayal

Gone forever, my dearest Utnapishtim. 

His tenure was short and grandiloquent, 

There was never an irascible day

Of discourse and vaniloquent,

Now, burdensome this grieving weighs. 

This insignificant creature

Many acclaimed who never knew

The everlasting psychological feature

Whose gift, thy farther accrue. 

-  John Hardesty 

Arx Tarpeia Capitoli Proxima

For centuries and centuries, Rex Lex has ruled 

all that man has touched and possessed,