Firewalker

You are my dark side.
Unpredictable. Relentless. Addicting.
Never very far from dreams. You step out, but never really stray.
A mystery. Hidden behind a guise of wisdom and intellect.
You let your disease seep out, the toxicity present, the illness apparent.
Then bury it as quickly as you bared it.
Who knows how one feels in an emotionally broken mind.
Or if one can feel at all,
in a numbed
and shattered
heart.

Fear the feral heart.
For you know it may consume and sear and meld you back together...
with the greater threat of
shattering you
all over again.

Bast's Delusion

I used to tame lions.
Reign with courage and compassion. Move forward in exultation.
Exhibit seamless pride.

The glisten in my eyes has dissipated.
Pupillary eclipses emptying into black holes.
Owl round without the wisdom,
gateways into the void.

Less strength, more endurance.
Less ability, more tolerance.

Wandering
aimless and alone,
beating back intuition
while inviting demons to dine.

Wondering
whether the horizon
all along
has been a desert mirage.


I can force my unconscious animal into submission
through bodily punishment

I can stall the rushing hormones,
I can stifle and quiet the mad desire,
I can collar and leash the beast

with sleep deprivation
and caffeine catalysts
fueling the flesh with poison laced frankenfoods
gagging the mind with liquor comas

Run the temple into ruin
torn up and temperamental
collapsed from exhaustion.
Haphazard redneck repairs
to grind away another day.
Slave drive the body
always forward, always onward
with a limp
and a slouch.

The lust stops
but you can't tame a feral heart.