Author: brandon

Dreams are the color of mystery
Transcending the agony of night

Rivers of rainbows
Sunshine kissing snow

Raping phantoms
Ghastly anthems

Green bean stalk – skys
Fill your eyes

Colors carve into your mind
And days chase through time

Dark day dawns
Hell’s highway yawns

Scowls
Licking its jowls

Barren
Brooding

Dry
Desert stretching

By roadway flying
By now I’m crying

For fear this dying
I’m now denying

Shallow grave
For a sallowed slave

Cool cruel
Cement judgement!

Pure icy metal
Flash strike flesh

Last breath is death
Flesh is mesh

Flying while dying
Ghost screams away

Cursing your birthing!
Blood feeding nothing!

Not even a flower
An insect
A grass blade
A beatle
Or even dust…

This wide eyed soul
Will find no hole

To rest
And be blessed

And the black mass
I drove past

Will never stay
By God I pray

But will haunt
As the bell tolls

Until death finds
It’s ultimate goal

A dark,
Quiet hole

To shelter forever more
This lost soul

Speed over weed
Sinister Spacecraft
Through oceans of sky
Millions miles high

Dark lens visor
Coated with pollen
And space dust

Everything is yellow
Alien architecture
Humming haunted
Running cunning

So many multi-colored planets
I must descend
To taste sweet nectar of space

A thousand soft
Flowers I forge
For nectar I need
To speed over weed

Sun blazing my honey helmet
Gas flies fierce
My yellow black jacket

Jet pack vibes me into sky
As faster I fly
Black dagger gleams gore
As faster I soar

My Queen commands
Her million-man force
Seeking golden pollen
Until were fallen

Honey for hive
For this we strive
To stay alive

My Queen commands
These Alien lands
Endless sands
And hollow cans

My metallic shell
Protect me from
Suns – hot hell

Here I dwell within seductive smell
Slave to multi-colored powers
A million sunlit flowers
Where till fallen – I spend my hours

Golden pollen is money
Is golden sweet honey

 

As evening wanes
By waxen flame and dreary cast
Dark oceans tide
Has crept alas

Shining mermaids seethe
Amidst sand duned reeds
Eyes seduce with gleam
As they try to breathe

I weary for my bed
And bury haunted head
Passing through dreams gate
Embracing Midnights fate

As cold steals soul
Whales of old
Guard the deep with ear piecing weep
Down Winter’s keep – where sea things creep

Silver moon winds blow
Beckoning creatures of old
And they hold stole
Or’ all you’ve known

Sorrows stole in – as craft frost winds…

Like might, mage and mirror – lending fear…

They’ll blow over like storm – near dark dusked morn…

Pray’n your soul isn’t winter born – ere yer bound for the Horn…