Haiku I

A Lotus Sings Proud
A Song of Angels and Earth
TO a Blind, Deaf Man

Harp

I tried to see the light
I tried to take it home with me
Fought with all my might
Became much too hard to see

Vision obstructed
By the darkness
It holds me so closely

I came around just in time to steal light from a sun burning out
Washed away by poison that I drew from my veins
The fire inside that fueled my soul had quelled under doubt
Of the love for me I feel you never retained

Broken again
Pieces missing
Light’s will not shine

My wings have burned off my back
My halo has fallen off my head
The gates have closed. I’m falling for the grace I lack
Still burning without the warming light that led me to the paradise I once knew

Running to you
Shine for me one last time
Hold on….I’m coming

I’m home now
Souls repaired
Tell me how
My wings faired
And I’ll try
To keep the tears controlled
Just give me my…
…give me my harp back

No Sun for the Dawn

Killing my own child just to feel alive again
Tears run across his cheek with the taste of distilled fear
He’s watching me wondering what assistance he may lend
While I’m burning my esophagus just to see more clear

Stealing dreams of my loved ones and sorting them into waste
Self portrait I know discover in the ulcers that surround me
A life where the sun arises is a lifeI yearn to taste
But all I know is the sky is forever dusk to see

Pour another cup of hell
So I can see just where I fell
Off the cliff where dreams came true
When I tore away from the flesh I once knew

Desperate to see an end to this
To take back the blood I once knew
But as the river gets deeper as I enter the mist
These eyes won’t see the world I once drew

Oh well,
Oh well…

My Deadpan Home

We laughed inside your retina
We lived inside your lungs
We cried as you turned upside down
We always wanted you in our fine, fine space

Can you take a picture before the flash melts my face
Do it between the colonies and the time that is fire laced
You’ll never see the horse in the snow
The waters been dragged too far
You’ll never see the horse in the snow
Because the hooves have evaporated it away

Your laughter suffers a shortage, only powered by tragedy
How it leaks on the floor dripping through a pool of teeth
Is there a home for the lies
When you said the stingers sufficed
There is no home for the lice
The pets that live inside your mouth

We laughed inside your retina
We lived inside your lungs
We cried as you turned upside down
We always wanted you in our fine, fine space

We laughed inside your colonies
We lived inside your breath
We cried as you found your answers
We knew your best memories were of a bad, bad dream

Dances With Devils

I once cut myself on broken glass
It was left behind by loved ones
To make sure the blood matched

But the venom coagulated
Leaving behind ashes on the skin
Ashes that can’t be washed off with acid

Ashes form letters I’ve written
A plea to all of those around me
To walk with me again

But I trudge to find no one
And today I yearn for at least a shadow
To stay with me for the night

To waltz with angels again
Where the light never fades
Where metal bars do not stare me in the face

So that, even if our wings melted off
The dances with devils won’t ache
For it will be you and me in the fire

But as time slips away
The lights dim
And the corner is my only friend

Lego Hands

My paper car rolls into your space
I saw you waiting where we always spoke
Talking through your fingers
Attempting to feed my eyes

The muscles in your mouth
They have stapled upwards
At the very sight of my skin
I’ve found you

You smile sees no polarization
As to whether my body shows appointment
I see no parking in your home
So I must turn around
The drive peels away seconds
The present unravels in my mind
I find home to discover your heart
A congruent figure made to my liking

When the ice melted from my teeth
I could smile again

Tired of Me

The summer has come again
Though the spring is still my friend
Water drips from the thieves
Than I do when I’m around you

I’ll save your place
As you left without a trace
Away from our tree
Winds blow cold
And the tree grows old
Is it time to say you’re tired of me?

If the sun were to go away
I wouldn’t care, because I know I’ll stay
Right here next to the tree
Grown by you and me
To hide us from the rules

Though your shadow disappeared
As my soul grew near
You needed room for three
As the sun burns out
I have no doubt
But is it time to say you’re tired of me?

Was it the news I never gave
Was it the age you always crave
Between the snow and the blue sky
And the leaves that fall and die
I’ll find time to grow in the in-betweens

Our tree has fallen down
And you never came around
To give this boy an apology
But the pieces fell into place
And I know you were never the case
I know you were tired of me

The wind blows cold
The tree grew old
But you were always tired of me.

Operation Arrowhead Ripper

Streets painted red with the color of freedom
Run, little one, from that consumes our world
Lady liberty is dancing, so save the last waltz for her
Raise your glasses; cheers to the atom bomb

Liberation in motion
Your savior will come as a wall of fire
Denial starts the commotion
And your newborn baby’s a hitman for hire

Machine gun fire sings song of celebration
Tourettes pointing north showing signs of pleasant ending
Go to sleep, little one, hide your eye from devastation
Rest up, prepare to give your life for the home you’ll be defending

Colorblind children can no longer find a gray area
Only light in the sky are canons of civil love
Only emotions that are felt is mass hysteria
Only angel of life brings death from above

House Of Mirrors

Don’t let your nails sharpen against the wood
That shelters you from light
They’ve already planned to have your bones
Scattered across their tears
The reflection they painted of you
Has already dried up in my eyes
And they lace your boot on my cold feet
I’ll never fit them
And before I had the chance to nail you in
The way they did
You sealed the doors shut to your new home
And we’re never coming in

And they’ll know now,
When I grow old
And the skin atrophies
From the world I have molded
And the minds that I own
They’ve set aside a box for me to live
That looks just like yours
And I cant find my way around their past set in stone
Leading to your house of mirrors

I’ll be breathing in splinters just the way you taught me
As they locked the door, the eye has died and you were born.

Bullet Train To Nowhere

Wash away atrophy stained walls with numbers
Seconds collide into days we wish to keep
Feast on yesterdays sorrow to create obscurity
and wait for the twilight to fall asleep.

To me the days have already melted together
creating a world where the sun rises as it pleases
and the moon doesn't know left from right
Clocks grafting numbers to retain its identity

Although you see the days as everlasting and continuous
The lines between the hours have disappeared
Promises made will escape me as they have eluded you
so i'll walk the path I'll make in the wind

I can't see the road we've made as the new year fades
for a new year never forms and the old year will never see a proper burial
Trees passed in a blur, pumpkins aborted
Hearts have torn and birds have been contorted

I don't see through your eyes
so i'll walk my path uninterrupted
i'll take a cruise to everywhere
but you stay on that bullet train to nowhere.

And we'll all be happy

eNd

Eyes from Mars like blisters on the sun
Trapped inside confessionals waiting for hands
Hands to guide, hands to lead, hands to caress our scalp
Mutiny on the verge of discovery
The lids are shut and the fingers are crossed

I never wanted the patch on your back
I already owned a stapled spine
What I needed is buried in cement
Along with the clocks I stomped on
Simply to make room for tinder

These days I’m sailing with torches
The darkness doesn’t scare me anymore
Nor does the water that drenches us in belief
I’ve dried under rays that were winking at me
And I’ve yet to fall off the boat

Soon I’ll sail without torches
For the darkness doesn’t scare me anymore
I once sang with it in it’s home
My voice was giant and my guard was down
But nothing hurt a bit

Roses are Blue

Roses are Blues
Violets are red
Please give me pills
For my dyslexic head

The Long Bus

Pushing through to make way
For a flash that glimmers small
You hush every thought I’m provoking
That must make you feel real tall

Running full throttle
Through sharp blades of grass
And it ends with the dirt that grows a fence

You ran around with your skin paint
The one that won’t graft at all
The flies on the wall, are they fucking?
Because I know you drew them all

Cum, spit, and fondle
Broken glass
And it ends with the blood that’s on your hands

I’ve seen the bottom
That you’ve thrown me under
I am what I am,
and I’m on your hands

Jackanapes

The matches light the gun powder
It burns ash slowly into the canon
As I put this gun in my mouth
And everyone stares

Everyone stares anticipating a circus
They hop on one foot
Gorging on candy I made for them
Completely missing their mouths
Smearing themselves with my sweat

In their other hands they tote guns
Similar to mine; the same make and coating
They loved the feel of the pistols
They often mistook them for the candy
But they always pulled it out
In fear of transforming into me

They laugh as I laugh
But my laughter spews blood
And everyone is colorblind
They just went by sound
Leaving sight to die in the dust

No one asks the clown as to why this is his act
No one bothers to see the tears running from his eyes
No one acts like anything is out of the ordinary
No one wonders why they laugh

Before I pull the trigger, I wonder
I wonder if there is one audience member, at least,
That weeps for this clown

Then I saw one viewer throw her gun down
In protest of my act

She had a wound like I will in moments

Diving Bell

Are we waiting now? Are we waiting now?
Dissolving clocks, eroding blood
While your eyes refuse to blink

It’s raining now. It rains us out.
Cracked windows burned by the flood
Reddening eyes and expanding lungs

And we’re still taking in water
Fearing the surface, fearing the air
And were still here taking in water
No cries for help, not so much as a prayer

Is it draining yet? Is it draining yet?
Are we still floating in distilled dreams
Fishing for a way out

There’s no wait this time
To pray through lies
And wait this time
To sway a crime

And nobody came to save…

Are we waiting now?
Are we waiting now?

Are you waiting…still?
Because I’m not here anymore.

My Eyes Are Open

My eyes are open
My mind is asleep
Truths all too hazy
Lies all too clear
Windows broken
Doors are open

Yet there’s no chance for escape

So now I shut the door
I board up the windows
Go back to bed
Now my eyes are closed
But my mind is wide awake

Candle

I never knew the darkness before now
A wind so cold and a light with draught
The hounds that salivate at the slightest meow
The vultures that peck at the lowest lout

Without your shadow I cannot stand
I wish for the sun to touch the sky
So I can see the prints upon your hand
For my drowning eyes to finally dry

To see the clouds one last time as the sky catches our eyes
To let the air fill our lungs inches away
For me to shed an unwanted disguise
To finally fold your frown and stay

To finally seal you away from harm
To keep the ghosts away from your dreams
To once again be your charm
To once again be your theme

I hope one day this door will open
And your light will shine once again
So that my world will no longer be darkened by fear
And the sun will no longer rise from the rear

Until then I hide in seclusion
Caressed by dear delusion
And hope my mind can handle
Company from a single candle

Still Frame Phorensics

Strike a match that ignites the souls of our feet
If we decided to take a face that belongs to no one
We’ll dress the radios up in wigs
And sell portraits of flashbulb diaries

Look to the sky from your self-pity cubicle
Look to the scars and you may contort
A life of shadows and luxury indisputable
You’ll plug your privacy in life support

Scratch the itch on top of your gun
Keep running, stay away from the bees in the fray
Did you see the pothole that you dug
As you fell in when they chased you from me

Look to the throat that your princ and pauper share
Do they wear it with a camera in mind
Look to the throne that you emptied without care
To run with me and hide from time

If you need no introduction
And if they steal my fingerprints
They’ll only need a retinal confession
to find you

and If the dark room finds the answer
they will not need my fingerprints
but I will throw myself above you
to save you

Greenhouse Bandages

How could this shade forget me
I just need to get my hand on an ear that’s listening
Your hostility leaves footprints all over my dentures
And the four corners of the cage you built do not show a crack

Wake me tonight before you end up lost within my dreams
So please don’t wash away that guilty tide
It washes away all the pain

My paper skin needs duct tape as the glue has made it burn
I’ve infused my jaw with sedatives and emancipated dreams
Your pulse it shows no distance has been crawled on bended knee
Though my sight has been sewn away from infidelity

Take me away to a place where your mind was schemed
So please don’t wash away that guilty tide
It washes away all the pain

Did you throw away the crown I asked to take hold of
Did they melt it down for you just like they wanted
When will you let go of these plagues trying to take you hostage
Will you let them gangrene and grow moss upon the soul

Am I the end of the lies that keep you warm
Warning of what freezes behind the sun
Does it not matter that I’ve become your feathers
Flying you away from Icaris grave

If you decide to pull this plug and crawl into the stethoscope you know
I will not turn away from this light just to push back water from your sockets
Eradicated feelings dripping from my tree
As the taunting moonlight drowns beneath the black sky you drew

Don’t wear those wings with pride the feather black from atrophy
I am that guilty spot that stained your sleeve where you wore your heart

It must in the memoirs where the truth casts a draught
A plastic hippocampus melts away
Where is this poly colored rope reaching from
That wraps a noose around no appendage

Was this the first time you scraped the sky
Didn’t you come here for escape
I can only at attention
Watching your halo crashing down

Dear Lupe

Dear Lupe finds the rocks I've fallen on
she sweeps them away from my feet
In return I shed away my con
for her, my conscience wont retreat

Dear Lupe awakes me when my eyes freeze
When the sun rises where my back stares at the sky
she reminds me to get off my knees
and give the world another try

Dear Lupe shows me a path I can walk
to stand on two feet with shoulders drawn back
she lines the floor with the most visible of chalk
so as to avoid my falling in between the cracks

Dear Lupe is a girl who'll never care
if my fortunes start to wain
she'll be sitting by my side without regretful stare
she's the one who keeps me sane

Dear Lupe, sort this letter first among the "Dears"
for you no longer have this soul to moderate
If you ever find yourself drowning in tears
Ill be there to resuscitate

Dear Lupe, I hope the light you shine never fades
for without it, I would be forever blind
without it, my humanity and care would cascade
without it, I would shut down...all because of your heart so kind

An Ode To Wilfred

Wilfred chose a path that led away from me
Though both melancholy
We had hoped the separation fit us well
but alas, only time could tell

The weeks went by and our thoughts drifted
new ventures foreseen, anxiety lifted
for awhile we had forgotten our company kept
and the days of joy that seemingly lept

The days where authority wained
as our thoughts upon the floor they had drained
we took fun in gallons rather than sips
almost swearing our flesh joined at the hip

Tires swung and ponds swan
a blind eye blunk at the damned
for us the world need no longer spin
because if a new day dawned, our paradise simply began again

We were the princes of all we touched
We were the limp who need not a crutch
We were the rulers of birds, trees, and toads
We were the kings of the old dirt road

As time moved on, we were no longer a thought in each others mind
but the spring still bloomed, the axis still turns, and the world still kind
for, come the day our minds meet once more
the days of old will shine along with new as if we never closed the door

Wilfred chose a path where he couldn't stay
and I wouldn't have had it any other way

Ghost of the Pale Moon Light (Version 2)

You carried me from the thresholds of death
And pulled me lovingly into your arms
The wind carries the sweet nothing of your breath
And into my thoughts, free from harm

The storm, which caused fear
Is trapped within your embrace
It drowned the floor with tears
But left intact the beauty upon your face

The sun burns with passion
Like my love for you it will never extinguish
It warms my soul in kind fashion
Warm with respect of admiration, I cannot distinguish

Finally the moon
lulled by lunar light
My final peace. Before soon…
I wake in fright…

You’ll find this letter, melancholy to find
That now you’re only an apparition in my twisted mind.

(Version 1 can be found very soon in the Erohed Crowns blogs)

Nativity Of Gold

Broken toys strewn across the floor
Of a young boy’s land of innocence
Candles lit, to shine a path of shame
Away from this plastic heaven

Baby’s crying in the next room
I check the cradle and all I see
Is a little boy made of gold
With his halo glued on

Carolers sing their souls out to an empty house
Made of strings brighter than the sun
Green eyes as far as any eye can see
And they’re carrying boxes of decay

A winter so cold
A savior so bold
To give his name away to gold
The lives he saved are sold

Baby’s crying in the next room
But a cradle is all I see

Christmas Eyes

I don’t want to wait for the sun to kiss the sky
I just want to wake to a tree so filled with light
All the toys thrown across the floor wrapped in love
Smiles shining down on me from the sky above

It’s Christmas today, but you’re still away
Why don’t you stay

Received a kiss on the cheek from my darling mother
Received a hug from a man she pretends to love
Received these gifts with love from all others
I give them my soul which soars just like a dove

It’s Christmas today, but you’re still away
Why can’t you stay

Without your breath, the world will continue it’s turn
But without you all the light of joy begin to burn
Where are your eyes for their sight I continue to yearn
Is this a gift I may never earn?

It’s Christmas today, but you’re still away
Why didn’t you stay?

The Deciduous Wing

I. Hallowed, Thy Name

Tell me its over or tell me a lie
I’ve been to the garden, but no one is there
Did you tear down the castle you said you built in my name
Did you build up the walls you said you tore down for me

Why is this door closed and lock broken
I hold my head high and hear voices inside
I know you are there
Did you board up the windows youself

Your eyes the knives that pierce my skin
Your touch the iron that burns my soul
Your voice enough to spite a Gods’
I hope you blade doesn’t rust too much

Now you’ve disowned me
Spit in my face
You’ll block off my screams
And tape up your ears
Slice off my tongue
You’ll burn out my eyes

I know you’ll take solace in my vicarious demise
But not if my dagger beats beats your thoughts to your back

Your dirty fangs will drip with sin
Until the day your penance pays your toll
I know the words you spoke in trust
But now my skin will burn at your touch

You’ll see a burning soul within
Before I throw your corpse to the cold
While an obviously blinded God
Struggles to stand without his crutch

II. Thy Kingdom Come

I’ve spent so long
Living in the shadow you’ve strapped me to
I’ll take you with me
When Thanos gives me the key

If it’s so wrong
To throw back the arrow hurled at my head
Then shackle me now
And throw me to the sticks

As you walk out on the clouds you stole
I hope you remember my name in your cries
As our wings were once one
I’ll construct walls in your blood

III. Deliver Us…

I had only wished for the clocks to paste together
The past I had swallowed whole
Instead I choke on your feathers
As they now fall off your rotting wings

I had only wished you were there to tell
Me all about the gates for which we climbed
Instead you cut my wrist with
My own harp’s fragile strings

IV: …From Evil

When you die, will you think of my face when you scream out:

“Let the burning stop
let the aching quell
If I extend my hand now
Will I escape from hell”

The laughter will rush
Right through my lips
And ill crush your fingers
As you drown in the river styx

I’ll levitate
You’ll crash and burn
Your halo sinks
To make a fitting noose

A sorry will not
Repay your debt
Breathe one last time
Your life ends here

V: Now and Forever

No Wings
No flight
No pity
No sight

I’m lost
And I’ll never be searched for
Again

My name has been smeared by my own hands
Forever to swim without you
I was wrong
I was wrong

Circle number nine
Fits around my waist
Belt fits so nicely
Around a sinner like me

You were at peace
When I started this war
You fit your halo
While I wore my horns

Now I checked your chest
And heard a silent beat
Betwixt your eyes
Lives a life no more

I see the mirror
I see I’m the sheep that turned black
I’m not the hero
I thought I was

A sorry will not
Repay my debt
Pray one last time
God’s pity ends here.

Zero Degrees Kelvin

I’ll let the cold air in
The icy winds will freeze my thoughts in place.
The world will stop turning and I don’t think I would care at all

The chill freezes down my spine
And my eyelids shut to keep my pupils from turning to ice
While my brain aches for more

The sun never rises, and the fires never spread
The ice is scrawled all over the naked eye
And I have thrown my last match away

I’ll let the cold air in and leave the window broken

5:27 p.m.

The sand falls at the speed of light
But our feet tread on cement
We sing our songs of blissful delight
Though our mouths are sewn shut from mournful lament

We’ve locked our open doors
Before it was time to have them shut
We’ve drowned in rain as it poured
While we were waiting for the sun

Hiding behind our wall away from crime
Judging eyes no longer stare
We’ll stay here until the end of time
For a chance to escape is no longer there

We’ll kill the hours….
…and wait just as long.

The Lighthouse (A Candle For Raul)

Aboard the ship
Is it sinking yet?
Is it bleeding the oil that you greed
Had you feasted in splendor
Are you taking in water
Or does the fuel spill too fast
Do you hear the telephone…there’s no answer

I swear to you
I’ll patch the hole you carved yourself
I can quell all the chaos that downs you
And you’ll hear my screaming forever
First voyage to last
I’m here for you
But you can’t seems to see me from this lighthouse
I’ll be screaming forever

Jump ship…bail out…
Man overboard
Yet you stay in a doomed ship of never
Can you see the iceberg ahead, or the passengers that drown
If not, I doubt you’ll see the housing that will save you

Ship has sunk, no one found
Search party lost in the wreckage
Frozen in disbelief: broken thoughts, broken hearts
I knew you from the beginning…and I saw your whole ending

Couldn’t you see the candle lighting the safe house...burning forever
I’m screaming to the heavens that your remains will be found
Nuisance screams
Lucid dreams
Burning oil for the hell where you’ll toil
Did you never see me scream from the lighthouse?

Twilight Pulse

The morning drowns too fast
Into lunar lakes of lament
The blue skies an outcast
To hearts sealed in cement

Standing on starlight
Staring at sheets of nothing
Drinking the night
Just to feel something

Without grievance for dawn
Another day slips away
Into another black hole. Gone.
I only wish that you had stayed

But now I feel myself reversed in thought
Praising a clock of yester year
Only to find that all I was taught
Has been engulfed in regret and fear

Wasted emotions I have to fight.
My pulse will no longer be held together by tape
If you just open my eyes tonight
And we’ll escape…we’ll escape

OM

Disclaimer:

Except for "Sleep Apnea", every poem will be without interpretation. Which means, it is up to YOU to decipher what each poem is about. It may be wrong, bu it's your point of view. If it means something to you that I wasn't going for, then so be it.

Enjoy.

Jai Guru Deva

This is a blog dedicated to my poetry. Rather than using The Erohed journals for EVERYTHING, I've decided to split everything up into three categories: The Erohed journals for regular blog posts, The Erohed speaks for poetry I've written that I feel good enough to share with others, and The Erohed Crowns which is where I will post my "Red Notebook" saga. They're all rather extensive, so I feel they all needed their own blogs. The first posts will be the "Sleep Apnea" translations coming Friday or so. So until then...just like all of my other blogs that don't really have proper final sentance...

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