slumbering in the fires

i take pictures everyday every single day mostly of the skies to evidence the fate of come what may not unlike the Colonel in his cen...

i can feel it change it's in these shifting seasons. it's in the orange glow of the cities beneath the billowing skies. ...

the shadows fall long and merciless over the dust of this brutality and your hopeless despair. all you are is under siege. at the e...

those roofs that our fathers built have all tumbled in. cinders glowing in our simmering rage the rafters caved in over th...

all that remained was the ash. falling gently upon our lashes and lids as we closed our eyes against the laden greyness. and i...

awakened to things falling from the skies filling the streets, drowning the sidewalks in blood and heavy, broken hearts. this i...

in these grey mornings searching for hymns of triumph, and truth, and the helpers but alas there is none to be or to have. so i b...

disintegration. all this here moves toward its end. it is there. in the whispered hush of leafless trees. in the obliterating lig...

ready yourself for that knife because in this endeavor you have no say and of this you've dreamt big dreams. in such sorrowful r...

driving past the solitude of that night, ready yourself for what may come forth from the dawn slit horizon. the smoke fills in qui...

ah, to move with gentle agility through the night... instead a clumsy staggering racket devoid of grace i turn my head, so the ...

the impermanence of this notion that this is us standing at the edge of the tar pits. our future now a bubbling blackness. the sten...

the braying of great beasts trundling through the opaque mists of their nefarious sorrows their legs giving out their souls cracking ...

i have a jealous green heart blackened with smoke and soot and cliche splashing through sentimentality like a drowning idiot

the switch blades quick as lightning enter at the base of the skull where that flesh is tender, soft. into where everything is white...

into the blinding light i go dancing with falling leaves there is no comfort in this repose there is no reverence, no solace fo...

out from the haze of the blotted sun, our transgressors anointed in acids, lay waste to all our lands our blood running cold and thin...

witness the conflagrations of these, the last days when fire came from the sky and the ash looked like the first snow of our last winte...

the days grind to dust. our sorrow swells the clouds. we have nothing to ask of you any longer. this is now our deepest riv...

in this, the penumbra of depression emblazoned across falling skies the soul liquifies, and its slow turn to acidity corrodes mot...