Passing of the AngelsEverything remembered was fuel for the sparkling machine,Passing of the Angels by *DerelictVampire
like the boy whose hand he held underneath the sky of India.
His pudgy grasp promised great cities, country lanes
and crowds of smiling faces.
Cupping the flower of the world inside his palm,
he breathed whispers of plans and hopes—
when the boy became a man, he made them all come true.
Ten thousand miles of ground passed under a mentor’s feet;
no dogma or ideology ever took the place of simple words:
I’ll take another step.”
There was an old river-man who had one wish:
“Please come ride my boat with me.”
So they sailed down the Minakami,
eating flavored rice balls the old man’s wife had made.
Prayer is not for asking, but for telling:
You say, “By God, there is no other option.”
The gears of the Earth move when such a sound is made.
And the machine we ride isn’t cold or hard or mindless;
it’s made of Christmas Eve and Halloween candy
and little Gold
TreesI eat a foot-long meatball sub.Trees by *DerelictVampire
Olives, parmesan, a little pepper.
I decided long ago to always make this order.
With so many things to think about,
I don’t want to stress over a sandwich.
Today, it has no flavor and no satisfaction.
I don’t like them anymore.
Wiping the corners of my mouth,
I watch as the people walk in and out of Walmart.
Together, they’re bland and uninteresting.
(No point describing them.)
Alone, each one’s unique—
a whole life story, a web of experience
sticking in intricate detail to the lives of others.
The short-haired white guy walking tall and straight
like a cop…his pretty wife with the flowing white skirt…
He doesn’t like me looking at her.
Glares at me all the way out the door.
Looks like he wants to punch me.
“Man, I had no impure thoughts about your wife.
Just looking at the people. Trying not to see a crowd.
Forest for the trees, ya know?”
I don’t eat the last meatball.
Life As a ZombieI crawled out of my hole and looked around.Life As a Zombie by *DerelictVampire
I was enticed by the offers of a world I'd turned my back on.
For a while it seemed so good
The forest is grand when the sun shines,
or the stars glitter,
when everything blooms in piercing color,
and even the floating bits of dust seem like sparks of magic.
But I'm a bug crawling through the undergrowth,
not ready for the big shoes of reality that squash everything underfoot.
After a brief romance with life again,
the horror of the world rushed in and reminded me
why I left in the first place.
I don't know if an unlived life is such a tragedy;
there's a lot to be said for the walking dead.
Better to be the darkness than let it engulf me.
Better to eat your brain
than offer mine to the masses.
I traveled far from home:
the hard rock cave that protected me from the elements,
where I lay as an ancient, undead creature
Faux DragonI wake to the heat and sunFaux Dragon by *DerelictVampire
and all I want to do is blot out my mind.
Before the grogginess fades, before I can form a coherent thought,
before the floating dust of day puts me in a rage,
I want to be nowhere.
I want to be absent.
The sponge of my body slides out of bed, through the ether
I feel too big for the square of this wooden room.
my chest, shoulders, headswelling into space
and plopping into air like a boulder in a pond.
Already my mind is fumbling through my briefcase,
breaking little white tablets the ones that will
get me through another day alive.
I Read YouFear in the moment the words wake up.I Read You by *DerelictVampire
I don't want to let myself believe.
While every true expression speaks its universe,
still, I am
This whisper isn't my breath
no matter how much my life depends on it.
But when I forget,
when the water cradles me and stops my mind,
there is joy in the acceptance
that I am the one
marking this page.
Even as my eyes drink,
I give back
and blow ripples across the surface.
LayersPeeling off the layers of an onionLayers by *DerelictVampire
just more and more to discover.
Like too many clothes on a winter day
once you're inside and warm
'til you finally strip away
every piece, every layer of that onion.
It just gets sweeter
the closer you are
to its heart.
And this onion doesn't make you cry.
The layers we fold around ourselves,
keeping us safe, hiding
what we want to hide...
Does every part taste the same?
as we show ourselves,
Troll Mountain The troll that guarded over meTroll Mountain by *DerelictVampire
(Oh, who am I? I'm a book, you see)
well, this troll set me by his feet
and opened to a handsome page
in the hope one day he'd meet
a kid who wouldn't mark his age
but together they could read me fast
and walk upon the pampas grass.
He stood for such a long, long while
and waited here with me on hand,
years crept by, he lost his smile,
his toes grew down beneath the sand.
In the distance he could see a hill.
(Or maybe it was a mountain still
not made small by wind or weather,
For a Girl Who Has EverythingI have lots of nothing,For a Girl Who Has Everything by *DerelictVampire
a vast and great supply.
If you find that you want nothing,
I might just be your guy.
I used to be quite eloquent,
but now I'm full of grunts.
If nothing really turns you on,
then I have it in abundance.
There are a few who like harsh words,
though most prefer them softer.
But if nothing seems to turn your head,
then that is what I offer.
I have huge amounts of nothing,
an unlimited supply.
So if you find you want for nothing,
I'm certainly your guy.
HopeEverything crashes around me.Hope by *DerelictVampire
The same old, same old story twines its piece throughout my everyday
For the tenth time today I want to cry.
What a pussy of a man I am we're not supposed to feel
we're not supposed to show our tears.
And as it all comes down, the twin towers of hate and rage
my own terrorist fighting against the imperfections of a system
never chosen to rape the world
(but there we are nonetheless)
I am the disquiet I am the void I am the chaos
you seek to avoid
does not exist.
the workers, the avengers, the common mortals
breathe the dust of destruction and do what must be done.
The bodies are recovered. The families are reunited though in death.
Because we have a purpose, because there is a future,
we dig through the rubble
and find what the world thought was lost
We will not succumb.