Days i’ve prayed in Oblivion

Holed up behind iron bars born from

Self-doubt and unending malaise

Strolling streets and swigging pisswater

from any Entity which offered

I was adrift in eternity, 12AM WAKE UP!

Four walls grow closer, apartment in

Center of Gaul Heights, wooden floor

Ant infested, roaches burrow behind blackened

Plaster panels, dogs and cats shedding to near

Baldness, fleas land on my ankle, masked by hairs

On my leg, ten or so cycle, irritation boils, sun

Blasts even when opaque shades infuse nuclear rays

Seven more fleas encroach- my leg a rash I cannot itch.

A/C fades in and out like a fever dream pushing me to

Some Form of Heaven in Hell, so I go an hour more, write

What comes to mind, beauty beyond isolation;

She calls, a woman, a girl, somewhere between the end of adolescence

And bloom of adulthood, hair an array of hues: she is but a guide.

Saw Samantha fade before Legion APCs and thudding Abrams

called out for her sorrow, pity of my unraveling days of twenty-something-hood

never did I fear forests echoing M4 rounds circling Autumn clouds

air abundant Aims deciphering winds, sights crossed and ready to report

another descendent slaughtered in twigs and timelines

Devil’s Den lifeline carries daughter forth, soldiers cut and chatter all suns laughter clouded,

winded by F-16s and thunderstorms, out in Oceanside tropics, lofty rural reprieve, sow hours

with future offspring, on sings weapons of revolutions, on oaks and pines travel with

keen brass munitions, artillery passionately crashes pulsing dirtied rivers, sip toxins

Acidic Hellfire venturing from every entity that was sprung from magma sun and

wavering bodies of azul, arctic eyes remain ahead, she runs and follows Old Regime

operatives trusting commands in faith to those she saw slaughtered in Oceans of Oblivion.

She found solace in spring and winter treks scolding Arkansan eras, days of her wanderlust and spiraling wars with twenty-something-hood oddly she cared for what would harm her, no wound could dive into the catacombs of Alexandria's Robespierre slaughter, father and mother soil of new arcadia, brothers cut to bone, flesh deciphered, dried, hung for

Council’s pleasure.

Danced with the devil in Eden, convened and pivoted to Afterlife, scrolled friend after

death, from hundredth floor he viewed his last glance of Historia, stole God’s breath

leaped thereafter

Drones and onlookers recorded every sorrow in his legs up to his pixel wept eyes, entities vanish

nothing new, just reruns

I’m April rain and sunburst July

nightmare October’s duress;

sparring ages in grey-eyed September

Tropics.

Caught monarchs of her love

as they migrated city pastures

caught pappus, cherry blossoms, primeval

winds.

Blue haze pierced hazel pupils

monstrous daylight consumes after

anemic thunderstorms, gluttonous star

eater

Inhale gusts and mild cloud’s saliva

exchange healing hatreds

topple distant forests, end doomed

days.

Assist my horrors expansion

czar valentine, comrade cupid

sickle my closing aperture

soon

Cudgel nights remorse

force all I feel to manifest

not from a page or a drink

But from me.

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"Sparring ages" refers to my birthday which lands in September.

"Caught pappus, cherry blossoms" are a call back to my pieces Dandelion and An Hour Ago both describing the fleeing nature of love.

"as they migrated city pastures" a barely passable reference to Straight From The Devil's Mouth city of Historia.

Tell her i’m afraid

sure as hell I won’t; better

loneliness for months

Sickness cooped up. pray

young miscreant, wallow for

I am tired again.

Callous tongue tapping

concrete gums; syllables weights.

blame them or yourself.

Don’t drop anchors on

helping hands- damn these chains choke!

love thy neighbor

So I hope, cope at

midnight as you venture glass

bound landscapes. her smile

Escapes in pappus

wisps, off they venture in wind

bound vistas, silk sun

Weaving lion tooth

dandelion bloom, golden

webs devouring,

Crawling hay-like goose-

bump risen hairs tarsal claws

impale with vampiric grace.

I both despise and

am enamored by your ways

yet you climb Himalayan

Peaks, never tired nor

passionless, breaching arctic

blight meteoric.

Miles below I stare

frightened of silver frostbite

blades, bruised mountain sides

Exhaling torrent

gales from hell and reserved fears.

something surprised me

Within my bouts

of focused self loathing and

reductive daylight

I could redeem my-

self if I took a step to

you, not because of,

But due to a new

will to climb unknowable

heights. I could not love you

Sought answers in

Bubbling tides, closed eyes quake

Baked in eighty-one degree frost

Winter never fazed. stalk greats on grapevines

Friends I’ve lost like sand and coarse grains, let them float- green

Acid holds passive fist, mass hatred hit

Critical: await my weakness!

Clip seconds, homework seeks

Calm keys clacking.

South Korean

Spring fluttered, fractured twigs,

Cherry blossoms burden driveways

Stars pave gas clotted skies, arteries forge

Steel beam fuel, magma cool and obsidian set

Concrete reads: 잃어버린 사랑

And so on… rain called: I answered.

Strange fade takes hazel eyesight

Mind bends daily.

Call mother when

homesickness ticks, slow streams

save in Lucifer’s lapsing temp-

O- days glow silver electric fences

Ten foot wall holds tenses, stress veils past purpose, goals

Mountains I can’t fall from, baseless geo-

Metrics, last wish young one birthdays

Compensated, gifts gone,

Grow up! Grow Up!

Black hole stole Historia’s canvas sky,

An eye imbibing pixelated clouds,

Twirling translucent exhaust: hereafter

boiling in and out of Afterlife's keen

Skyline; errors fluctuated and moon

Became sun and red giants protostars, all

Was appearing behind a feeble façade

Metal Terra and cyberspace flotsam.

Aims and Cowells sat among brewing stars,

Turquoise supernovae and suburban

No man's land, stages and blood-fused altars

Shouted like apparitions, trenches still

Topped with kids bodies, a hundred yards out

Cranes and construction workers tore away

Evil and replaced it with GLASS and concrete.

Aims watched rats swimming through puddles of gore

Little squeals pierced his mind, blood sung gently

Lulling their picnic rest stop in Outer

City limits of Afterlife. Cowells

Was not there when Oblivion arrived

Alexandria tore every entity's

House with nuclear-like hellfire, a

Battle that no Old Regime operative

Could have easily foreseen even with

God's eyes and Icarus Drones, they were all

Fated to meet Legion Sword swift, engine revved

Strobe light skies hypnotized for a moment,

Blink later- rubber scrubbed bloodied

Mud.

Silver daylight pierced wasteland, dregs dragged corpse

Toward pulsating Pink City, steel skyline stole

Azul hue, shrieks like harpies' breath, engines

Fed our beast, smog was last to ventilate

Cowells sipped on bitter brew, snapping golden

Battered chicken; entrails like hyperloops

Hypnotized, vomit bubbled and systems

Collapsed, shards of electronics wailed high.

Unseen grazed emerald strips, dim rags dragged

Putrid scent serenading local eyes.

Rarely heard, crystal horde disintegrates

Dwelling seen bridges and freeways for days;

Synapses crack, bones brittle, timeless fiends

Inhaling Pink City rosy aroma,

Incense veiling senses, corps singing soulless

Jingles: I see their faces for a second,

Restless, decrepit. Not older than seven-

Teen, fading from faithless isolation

Crawling when entities provide bite-sized

Sympathy. strange eyes scold me, wrinkles shroud

Youthful locks, golden, brown, and dozens more.

Cowells strayed above parasites etching

Improvised headlines, doomscrolling ten times more–

Friends leapt from hundredth story of Gaul Heights

Pink midnights kick like patrol car engine.

Hendryx, Kim, and Parks gone, Aims spit static past

Space city passage, fabric valley badlands

Awoke, arid blizzard swept grass patches,

Condensed soil once sweet acidic green.

dandelion smile

ascendent in the vacant

wastelands sold

soldiers search

hereafter…..

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(1) Doom: https://theprose.com/post/419897/doom

(2) Historia: https://theprose.com/post/424698/historia

(3) Oblivion: https://theprose.com/post/426993/oblivion

(4) Oceanside: https://theprose.com/post/428493/oceanside

(5) Apocalypse: https://theprose.com/post/432306/apocalypse

(6) Entity: https://theprose.com/post/435150/entity

(7) Academy [doesn’t really count but it exists]: https://theprose.com/post/454455/academy

(8) Timeless: https://theprose.com/post/485400/timeless

(9) Eden: https://theprose.com/post/503844/eden

(10) Legion: https://theprose.com/post/525083/legion

(11) Afterlife: https://theprose.com/post/525696/afterlife

(12) Hellfire: https://theprose.com/post/530083/hellfire

(13) Deliverance: https://theprose.com/post/612211/deliverance

(14) Unseen: https://theprose.com/write?postId=718828

(15) Hereafter: https://theprose.com/post/733130/hereafter

A million dames–

I’ve loved you pearly eyed miss

Silver lashes stomping light

Blazing cold war tiles

two cans down-carbonated

celsius- sitting days out.

Smog scoffs plastic plagued

skylines- factories stacking

nimbus clouds, steel complexes

Hibernate daily

synthesizing from yellow

dawn to raven dusk…once more

Your silver tipped gaze

shutters, pale skin shadowed by

gloomy mercury lighting.

Timing a sick slash

more than a love interest

lashes reflect madness tamed

Sept to Nov-ember

sea green tides erode remains

You are a future unknown

Trust in iced bourbon,

Mothers, and wavering faith

loving you is a pointless task

A checklist yet made,

carry stones in your vacant chest

hollow brute guzzling booze

7AM wake

up! tug-o-war sentiments.

conflicted, contradicted.

Childhood battlefields

resurrect- father sailing,

buried perhaps- you are a

Whirlwind phasing me

every fanged regret, mistake

hovering above my soul.

I forgot the sun as my steak sizzled on

charcoal pan

just as white rice began to foam up

I forgot that brilliant orb above my urban den,

coursing unswept time and waltzing with wandering planets…

Behind oblique blinds

below oblivion and uncertain genesis

I stood learning from my faulted creators

across warped projects cowboys slung shells and crystals,

rogues dwelling corner stores for rationales-

stuck in their own cigarette buds and mercurial nights.

Knock on eggshell plaster and faux brick complexes,

bullet sponge walls call my inhibitions.

I lived behind walls and blinds

looked at what could be

scraping city desert

advancing grains of misfortune, watching mother and brother escape to work

hours turn to dollars; dollars to another month... (thank you)

I forgot the sun as January weaved grey wool web

skiing winter air on my way back home

fever dream steam rolls as wind wails from

twenty dollar box fan;

she used to brush my curly black hair strands

when sickness burned as a noon sun in humid Texas.

I forgot the sun when I left work,

greeted by puffy silhouetted phantoms

crescent moon partially gracing

gushing industrial parapets

smoke stacks spinning silky spirals:

industry and troposphere colliding.

Soon I forgot playing out with E– and K–

simulating war, nerf guns and child antics

chasing K– with chrome plated toy snub nose,

red grip melting by night’s shadowy embrace.

I forgot the sun as my sisters face vanished

from my hormone suffocated hippocampus;

all was clear and primitive

synapses formed orange-burst supernovae within a span of muttered hatred.

Villainous anthem chambered suicidal blots

scrambled in the infinite slots of space and time.

I calculated all I could be through mythic philosophy

dug in school libraries for who I was in an unknowable vastness.

Soon that glittering disco ball that sings light

fled from fading faculties

I reached behind it, studied every devilish flare,

blinded by every being and leaf that crossed divine horizons.

Each person I loved turned to distant ashes,

every summer party, family gathering squandered!

Friends and allies in my ongoing war with yielding youth;

some naïve and movie-like view of growth; some romanticism of early life:

A perfection manufactured in a universe of poems and

awe-inspiring media.

Slowly the raging giant descended streaking palettes of red, orange, and

purple throughout tempered skies; kicking out gentle gusts of bruised breaths;

hurling hordes of warrior stratocumulus jet streams.

I altered fated elements, compounds compressing ill chest revised:

I played with snickering molecules to win against unfair circumstances.

for a moment air fluttered, a sun blocked out in fear of endless possibilities reemerged.

Soon butterflies pranced in my bubbling gut, acid splashing stomach walls

immediately I realized what had tricked me: angst.

Like a trojan horse it arrived and ended my halcyon storm.

Everything and everyone I knew became an afterthought

I forgot of every person who considered me before them

every moment another person spent that golden nugget of time

for an experience beyond any plausible rationale.

LEGION DIRECTIVE

00:00

We, the human race, have conquered every sphere of existence, created technology which kills and sustains any entity we choose.

We are at our last frontier where we must defeat the inner workings, quarks, particles of reality.

Our directive is simple: let time cease and allow entities to exist in a painless stasis

where only passion, amnesty, and euphoria are eternal.

Coarse unseen hitchhikers breached frontier roads;

Pure elements of steel and dwindling

Faith (behind them Afterlife pulsated

Dark brown ember and red giant orange)

Skyscraping cranes persisted in mute fog

Corroded yellow scabs flailing restless.

Spiraling days returned like past chapters

Gentle intercity traffic flowed North

Atomic ruby and purple EV’s

Cursed silver gin holo-skies, each minute

Twelve moved an inch; foot by trigger pedal

Aims sick, angst quaking corpse from bourbon stupor

Cowells sung silent sonnet poetics;

Spilled dwelled ink tap, tap, taps like droplets in

Trembling oceans of unbridled consciousness

Coupe cruising underground Council tunnel rails.

Her terror brushed my psyche

close to the cosmic,

red lipstick flare

Voltaic white dwarf

emanating arctic stare

a minute toward THE INFINITE.

Aims: I traveled Andromeda

In a span of a second;

light collapsed at my shoulders

Pink City LEDs burn

Behind my flickering eyelids.

I sink, I pray, I’m weary.

Cowells pure naivete drills

With quick precision, writing

To exist, never leaving

Neverland- pages turned truth

Gospel for his future bouts

Passion manifested false

Uncertainty a bottle

He sips then spills leather bound

I have one last venture left for

The family I have lost

Serve her, Alexandria,

Council, Legion, Historia…

Rails rattled idle, wrathful hands scabbed and pricked.

Rifles clipped and charged, 12am sister

Beat against dusty plaster wall- call our

Knights, saviors vested,.380 rounds-

Mother shrieks, cats sneak to tomorrow, knife

Repeats- rib, lung, chest. Crimson eyes seeking

Last: slugs, cleaver, or Legion Sword? pick his

Path and continue yours… and continue… yours?

Bicentennial frost plundered space city

Brother and I cruised tail end of I-610

Wake of midnight skating bayou city haze

Tropical showers tore ice faced terror;

70 mph swerving slick highways

Aims eyes swept her heavenly smile left, bro

Let audio take hold- blasting stereo

Tame the soul with samples and memories

Unseen Amongst Death Sung….

Mustang gleaming, rotating like satellites

All that stood among 4am dread was

Cracked concrete and glass castles- sometime between

New millennium youth and captors built

Industrial monuments, Avant Garde

Degradation baked within crunchy glass and

Silk steel sealing hundreds. Wall after wall

Friends and lovers called: I let them go extinct.

Born in busy burrows overflowing

With foreign roots, soaring toward vanishing

Heights: only wanting a better life for

Their sons and daughters; now prancing in Devil's

Hide, tenants surrounded by sirens and

Corpses of poverty, cigarette buds,

Shards of drunken-rock-bottom-derelicts.

I ran alone for all my days, barely

Spoke, no sound; listening, hearing their cries.

Brother: I never walked away from

You and mom because we are

What is left, After J—

Left we became three, she lived

Anew, for better or worse

Our family could not cease.

Hooded Empress showered in puddles of

Aim's family. Cleansed of bitterness, joy

Repressed, millionth kill awaits… I kneeled

Absolved of new found sins, his head

rolling

Toward his beloved Elysian pastures…

Alexandria's laugh burning throughout my

War strangled skyline, reaper's scythe striking

Denizens militant implode on neighbors,

Sleeper agents diced power grids- drones rise

Spreading pink misty mischief- billboards now

Legion mouthpieces, shriek reality in Sparkling highlights. Highrise freaks sleep away

Awaking to industrial skies, last

Millennium for human inclinations

Disconnect her heartbeat: permit reality

Its due rapture to THE ETERNAL… Rest now

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(1) Doom: https://theprose.com/post/419897/doom

(2) Historia: https://theprose.com/post/424698/historia

(3) Oblivion: https://theprose.com/post/426993/oblivion

(4) Oceanside: https://theprose.com/post/428493/oceanside

(5) Apocalypse: https://theprose.com/post/432306/apocalypse

(6) Entity: https://theprose.com/post/435150/entity

(7) Academy [doesn’t really count but it exists]: https://theprose.com/post/454455/academy

(8) Timeless: https://theprose.com/post/485400/timeless

(9) Eden: https://theprose.com/post/503844/eden

(10) Legion: https://theprose.com/post/525083/legion

(11) Afterlife: https://theprose.com/post/525696/afterlife

(12) Hellfire: https://theprose.com/post/530083/hellfire

(13) Deliverance: https://theprose.com/post/612211/deliverance (currently reading/ read)

A million times i’ve died

before april peaked and spring

sung torrential arias.

Before a drop of bourbon quenched

August-shut esophagus, dark caramel tones

fragrant now.

A lawn mower razing you

strolling mixed concrete embedded with your pale flesh

Pappus soars as a squadron of fighter jets and bombers

Lion toothed and roots three feet under

Summer couldn’t strike you

blooming from nothing more than a talon sized emaciated twig.

Parts of your tarsal seeds germinate even as

you grow again after being met with scythe electric

silver tipped lashes scar never wounding: Am I your prey?

When Death did play

I was at an airport lounge in Seattle

eating dusty warm leather,

A/C a cool shadow sighing…

When Death did play

I said goodbye to my

mother and brother once more,

they stood as I went an ocean away, not knowing I was afraid.

When Death did play

I rummaged through manic memories,

running to North pole for Christmas joy,

toys I hardly cared for, a bike stolen at my

trailer park, friends for sale

take them so I don’t have to tell them who

I am…

I rolled through fences, sheep 1, 2, 3, 4, etc..

pillows concrete, bed springy cardboard, sweat

till I drown, fan whooshing hurricanes,

asylum door 3156, 65? Codes known vanish,

death speaks, I panic, consume fast food in

daily sequences…

When Death did play

I was strung up by lift and jet fuel,

maniacal wings spread out to expanding

gases sighing to finite entities.

When Death did play

He spoke kindly to my

deteriorating gaze,

brown eyes blinking

now static, terror of

afterlife, regrets come up

glowing moss green, hollow

vapors taunting me,

cupid with full quiver

giggling, friends silent

watching my execution.