distaste for a past

nullified with biased pens

dipped in a woke ink

erasing changes naught

scrubbing away the canvas

will paint know future

teach to understand

the paths we traveled to here

include the missteps

dreamers left hardships

to horizons others owned

they wanted better

time need apologize

eras send condolences

past beg forgiveness

I know naught their years

the why’s lost with the seasons

reasons only theirs

the present now leaves

to a past others will judge

with future knowledge

owning their mistakes

banes of civilizations

the present’s weight

the oil can now dry

eons of wheels been greased

some too with spilled blood

tear down what you wish

quieting the questioners

with shouts of hatred

11/26/2021

an augury belch

arrival of my gases

excused and dismissed

11/07/2021

they say you can’t buy

happiness with your money,

I bet that is true…

since the love we found

can’t seem to buy it either,

what’s left to pursue?

There is a skeleton

in the closet of my home

that was my body.

The sun I once was…

replaced by a false woman,

Satan himself said.

The thing about hell,

even if entered willingly,

binds you forever.

Pomegranate seeds

bleed down my lips that you think

speak in narratives.

An opposition

of resurrection is what?

Queen of the undead.

The blood trickling

reminds me I am in fact

still alive. But how?

Now empty veins

harden to protect my truths,

though feeling deranged.

Possessed and unhinged,

I detach myself from sun,

surrounded by red.