There She Goes

There she goes, she goes back to same,
she goes from white love to black blame.
She’ll insist on selling them a
river to the sea of mayhem.

Give her your solemn bandaged heart
and wait as she rips it apart.
She guides you by her fingers numb;
river to the sea of mayhem.

There she goes, she goes back to light,
leaving you lost without a sight,
without hope, swept away in the
river to the sea of mayhem.

~AJ

Departure

Paved a dreary path through the waking,
a solemn passage in time.
Severed tears to quell the aching,
rather poor funeral crime.

In a world as cruel as her fate,
she lay draped in white so pure.
She had said that it’s never too late,
Now I stand beside her unsure.

The warm smells of laddoos and incense,
still drift across her bright room.
She surrendered to a steep descent.
while I sunk in a selfish gloom.

I dredged the dry riverbed of thoughts,
to recall our vivid days.
Braided streams of old memories’ knots
twisted in an endless maze.

A fiery beast climbs upon the sky,
threatening to scorch again,
The glorious era’s end will lie,
with the ashes of her reign.

~AJ

The Highway to Hell

Riding on the wrought plains of woe,
a marginalized road paved with blackened snow,
steeped in boiling sweat of those undone,
road rollers broke upon the hollow tracks overrun.

Rising above the dust of worn out souls,
laid to rest under the smoking cigarette rolls.
Turned to stop the blistering march of the funeral band,
found myself done in on their command.

~AJ

It’s Your Party.

Oh, it’s a pleasant surprise!
You seem to walk around in a stupor.
You talk to walls with no ears.
I’m pleased that you made it for supper!

So it’s your birthday again.
You chase them hoping that they’ll chase you.
You think you know, yet you don’t
Made deals with your demons to undo.

If life is steeped in madness’ past,
tell me, love, exactly how
bleeding long do you expect to last?

Afterall… It’s your party.

~AJ

 

Lapis Philosophorum

Alchemy.
Their burnt Magnum Opus.
In search for the one which gave them hope-
the glories, the riches, and the life worth it all.
Scientists and philosophers alike,
they travelled far and wide.
Till the end.
Till their ends.
The owner of the one
worn of temptations searched another.
A fantastical cure for life’s dull weariness.
To heal the scars of time and restore.
A sliver to transmute
hearts of stone.

Their hearts of stone.

~AJ