ghoul

vulnerability at peace, broken by my thoughts
lost in admiration with deficit attentions
sleep sets, but my mind tries to surf
and waves from your ocean crash up to me

all the while i try to make footprints
on the sand which the wind keeps wiping off
so i just curl deep into the dark
which slowly fades into the light

and i wake up to another nightmare
then i decide, to stay asleep forever
waste a lifetime, just cause i can
no reasons as to why i should not

innocence lost, now that you are far
what was it that i ever did wrong
all that you left behind is a gapping hole
and i dont know what to fill it with

like rays of light trapped inside a mirror box
blind memories held captive inside my mind
with you, i always felt like a child
but now that boy inside has somehow died

life seems to be nothing else, but
some memories liying on the floor
none cherished, but can't seem to forget
no expectance from what the future holds

you found me blindfolded within my cave
coaxed me sublime into the bright
filtered by blight, those rays had warmth
my eyes burned, but then you held my hand

you were lost in the same forest, i showed you out
you followed the trail, and did't look back
i stood there beside those crumpled leaves
what choice did i have but to crawl back in

now i feel like a ghoul, without his stench
wandering labyrinths, under alien terrains
no spec of dust, i shall allow, to breach
my tomb, from the over-head star-crossed plains

>>joseph k.

trip

butterflies in the garden,

and lots of cheese,

where are the kids?

rain-clouds dance,

valiant sober,

firecrackers fish,

some sweat ,

and some sleep,

tie it retires,

judgement bruises,

spectacles they lie,

the churches hurt,

a gun screams,

a coffin sins,

death and the need,

reckless emotions,

on a trip,

and feelings,

that's life.

>>joseph k

message from the beyond

3 leopards purring, tiptoe towards sanctified newborn,
should the short-lived messiah, die too soon,
embarking impressions on a drape, veiling visage torn,
pantomime of the gracious grail, hand held with goons.

gremlins in crop circles chanting, fists up,
hypothesizing lazy little funeral songs,
single handed murders, weapons usurp,
justifying crimes point blank, piercing prongs.

scylla & charybdis' extrasensory formal invitation,
forces one to take leave of one's senses,
incapacitated for an hour, regaining perception,
persecuted by one's desolation, without defenses.

eyes bloodshot, watching bloodbaths, blood in the red,
sandman please purge soul, let soar sanguine sleep,
pachyderms pacing, ozone depleted clouds they tread,
poetic or prosaic, this damnable quantum leap.

>> joseph k