Category: Originals

Deep Sea Jewel

This was written for a friend in the fall of 2012.

The wind rolls in again
Your eyes pale as the storm
This thunder from within
This blood forever warm
Waves crashing at our feet
The fading of the light
My whispers here to guide you
Through the deepening night

When you cannot breathe
And darkness hides the door
When you’re lost at sea
I’ll always be your shore

The slickness of the deck
The cold wind as it blows
My breath upon your neck
My arms holding you close
The stars hidden in clouds
Our ship out of control
Voices buried in the sounds
In this tempest of the soul

I will always find you
When you’re lost in undertow
My embrace will remind you
Of this heart that you know
When you cannot breathe
And darkness hides the door
When you’re lost at sea
I’ll always be your shore

The cracking of our dawn
Finds us cheek to cheek
Where nothing can be wrong
The safety that we seek
Your lips taste like the sun
Your eyes so deep and warm
As we find our peace
Our solace from the storm

I will always find you
When you’re lost in undertow
My embrace will remind you
Of this heart that you know
When you cannot breathe
And darkness hides the door
When you’re lost at sea
I’ll always be your shore

Forlorn, Forgotten, & Forsaken

I wrote this following a breakup in the fall of 2012.

Hurt Me

I wrote this one in the summer of 2012.

Carnal Release

I tremble
Enraptured in infernal embrace
All instinct and passion tempered by fear
Quaking breaths–needing, wanting
Fuck wisdom
I feel, I need, I want
I must make sacrifice of the flesh
That houses this scared little boy
This caged animal
I must release myself…
I must release myself…

The susurrus of the sensual secrets of skin
Sacrosanct satiation, sublimation of sin
Esurient for your sapor, a slave to your sting
I serve your savage sermon – suggilate with every swing
I desire the damnation of your deviant design
Destroy my defenses, defiled and denied
Dripping deadly dew – demonic defloration
Depraved and deposed – discreet domination
I must release myself…

I must release myself
Of blasphemous pretentions of hope
Of enigmatic ideas of love
Slice away my inhibitions
Defile me, destroy me
Give me what I can understand
Touch me where I cannot be reached
Not by human hands
Let me lose control
Let me release the pounding within my fearful breast
Let my blood flow free
Let me be myself, for once
But not myself alone
But myself alone with you
But myself alone with you.
I must release myself…

Raga

I wrote this piece in 2010 using a special key that I came up with as part of a college thesis in my Composition and Theory class.

The Pulse 49 This is my tribute to the victims of the Pulse massacre. I drew them all in charcoal on 18×24 art paper, and then embellished with vinyl framing to add the colors of the Pride flag.  The stories of the victims are below, in the same order as they appear on the piece (alphabetical). ” order_by=”sortorder” […]
The open hand. The first time I called a suicide hotline was when I was eight.   They were clueless and ended up soliciting me for donations, and I couldn’t explain to my parents why they were suddenly receiving literature on depression in the mail for the next few weeks. The hotline’s ineptitude actually angered me enough that […]
The Song and The Sword There was a beautiful princess. She grew up in a world of pink petunias, mauve moons, and fuchsia fireflies . Her hair trailed like golden mist while her laugh chimed like silver bells. She had a smile that outshone the stars and eyes like slivers of sky, with grace and humility to match. Her father […]
This Speech is Free. I’ve seen the term “Freedom of Speech” thrown around haphazardly lately, mostly by people that obviously don’t have any grasp as to what it means. This is mostly a response to the recent debacle regarding Duck Dynasty star Phil Robertson, and his suspension from A&E Networks. I’m here to make the facts clear. First, let’s […]
Scary Christmas to all, and to all a good fright! The Krampus is an old European Christmas tradition, in which Santa had a devilish sidekick, the “Krampus”, who would punish the naughty children, ofttimes in horrific ways. I thought it was about time he had a Christmas poem of his very own. For more Krampus information check out this National Geographic article. For more information on the […]
…was once New Amsterdam… Triton Festival is a three-day music festival of Industrial/EBM/Synthpop/Gothic bands in New York City. It was filled with top names, and the tickets were cheap, so it didn’t take a lot of arm-twisting on Kelsey and Christina’s parts to convince me to attend. I wanted to rise to the challenge of living out of a […]
When the toys go winding down… I spent my childhood in a never-ending cycle of escapism from the world around me. In the daytime I was at school, where I was ostracized for being a weirdo (which, by all accounts, was an accurate description of a kid that pretended he was a werewolf and drew zombies). My evenings were spent either […]