They call me the ghost of the forest

Clad in brown and black

Expelled from my house

Corey is my name

I cleanse the woods of a dormant evil

Yet nobody sees my efforts

As I protect my people

Without being one of them

As I wander this cold, forlorn land

I spill my life onto the soil

Leaving behind an ashen trail

Of shining gold and white marble; monumental in your glorious form

You are the chimaira, indescribable in how you move

Down where the old willows dance

I see you performing

A rite of the heavens blue

A night like a dagger in my spine

You're so marvelous, beautiful

Yet you have three heads

None of them smiling

Every being has a tune fit just for them

Each note carrying the events of their life,

Stringing each emotion along.

The tune fit for my life is one of many strings.

With each pluck and pull,

The sound reverberating brings of a melancholic cold.

Each wire ambushed with the weight of my world,

Far too many cracks in the metal, and far to many frays.

Even with such flaws,

Would my song still be beautiful to you?

The seasons change within you

And your core becomes inert

As the arrowhead pierces skin and flesh

Your slumber finds an abrupt end

This life, nothing but a fleeting memory

Nothing but a masochistic dance

Cicadas, like a frightful choir

Ravaging the silence of the night

Your patch of heaven

Stained by the lead you leak

A life spent in cacophony

Days of old, they seem so bright

Your heart, it longs for motion

But your body longs for rest

The gentle wind across your face

As you spread your luminous wings

Soon

For Lily, the woman who never waited

June 11, 2024

I told my mother I would wait

She believes me

I will keep to my word

But, I won’t wait silently

I won’t wait forever

What I want, I crave

I have been watching

I have been listening

And I have been wanting

The incessant talk drives my hunger

The indecency makes me wonder

When can I be indecent?

When can I respond?

When someone responds to me?

How can I let another know?

That I am ready

That I am willing

That I am able

I want all the toys

I want all the boys

I want the pain

I want the pleasure

I want to be treated

Like a lady during the day

And a whore during the night

I want to be

Roughly taken

And gingerly taken aback

I want more than men to love me

And women to want to be me

I want the men and their women

To want me rivaling

Their want for each other

I don’t want to be

The spice of life

I want to be

The spice of all life

Bend me

Mold me

Take me

Try to break me

I am pliant

I am compliant

For all you can conjure

For all I can endure

But just not today

I made a promise to my mother

I would wait for the right time

When will that be?

Soon

Very soon

Upon a green hill, half swallowed by the dawn

I stand burning brightly

Like a dominating quasar

Scorching the grass around me

You try to extinguish the fire

But my blood fuels the blaze

As the flames turn my body to ash

The wind carries my remains away

Far away to a distant domain

Where the dust that was once a mere human

Reforms into a shining star

An ethereal melody springs from your aura

Drowning out the hatred in the air

The wind of remembrance exhilarates my idle mind

Carrying away my name

A pink sapphire adorns your sternum

Illuminating our maze of a world

Your intrepid soul, so unshakable

Like an inextinguishable flame amidst a storm

Your voice sets the sky ablaze

All sorrow fades in your wake

You command the evening light

To embrace this desolate world

the sound of fluttering wings,

hits my nerves with a stark surprise,

the pigeons are back in my back garden,

behind the window nets I'm in disguise,

and I watch them as their usual parade,

spans the sprawl of green and paved congregation,

with a smile I watch them pick the bread and swallow,

I don't know why but it fills me with elation,

then comes the psycho pigeon,

he flies alone and takes what he desires,

the other birds try to guard their quarry,

but their attempts his tenacity belies,

there's an obvious hierarchy at work here,

the same as any place we humans go,

the biggest and most aggressive get the most,

until the smallest and meekest overthrow,

I roam this empty room

Without moving an inch

I reach towards the ceiling

And my hand is kissed by Ashmedai himself

My body hosts a ten-legged abomination

Eating me slowly from the inside

But this endless pain

Won't stop me

This fiend inside of me

Too powerful for me to tame

Takes every cell of my frail body

And turns them into vermin

The pulse of my very existence

Nothing but a scorching pain

My body now pandemonium

A place for archdemons to roam

Yet my inner force is building

Blooming like a blackened rose under the moon

My innards shift wildly

To form a superior spirit

My viscera now a sinister mass

Driving me forward

To bring the rain to you all

To bring the war to you all

I strive to cleanse this town

From all that is ill

They tell me all these filthy lies

That he is with him now

With our loving god

Our loving god?

I am most bitter

As I still writhe in pain

I was stung by a thousand wasps

And stripped of all that is good

Of all that is beautiful

Of all that was ever given to me

I am a stray bullet, a rogue arrow

Ready to pierce all that is living

I am the nameless tomb

I am the soul snatcher

I am the used whore

The accursed victim

They talk about god

As I brace my tongue

My poor mother, being fed the same lies

God is a deceiver

What I lost I cannot reclaim

But I can take the rain to you all

Take your beloved crucifix

And lick it all over

Shove it down your throat

Jesus of Nazareth; look at him

Going feet first down your fucking throat

As your eyes water

From shoving the lord down your gullet

I drown in laughter

In infinite laughter

The first time I've laughed in a while