Twelve hours difference the same time of night.Sister sun, father moon obliterate the hours into prisms colored white and fog.The brain sludge, mind junk ripples in dazzling haze, a kaleidoscopic tapestryinside cavernous deep. Stalactite ice growsdeathly teeth from ceiling to floor. Stalagmite pyramids to pray upon before impaling the spiritwith iridescent promises of carnal delight, and euphoric afterglow of coital conquest.Bruises form, slowing theblood into cracked sheaths of blackened tar that tricksthe … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Crystalline Haze
Poetry
Morning Peak
Sunshine brightens dayCirrus highest baby blueGossamer spectra -- -- "Morning Peak" is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
Frazzledrip
Time slows, it escapes thedregs of the human soul.The tempo, the unforgivablemask of enmity drags the promises of our youth to enslave hope and shackle itto rhetoric. It has faceless, baseless,defaced morals. The truthwears it like a mask of lies,and receives the heart ofmillions as hundreds of Judas goats show them the way, pretending self … Continue reading Frazzledrip
Prelude Hidden Worlds
There was a ringing at the door,I didn't know what to make of it other thanthe starlight of sky above shone through the keyhole.The privileges of the rural, span Milky Way for miles anddidn't blink twice to dare show its true colors.Creamy scattered light in distant resonance,mixed miles, light years before and light years after.This … Continue reading Prelude Hidden Worlds
Severance by Brendan Perry
Severance,The birds of leaving call to us,Yet here we standEndowed with the fear of flight. OverlandThe winds of change consume the land,While we remainIn the shadow of summers now past. When all the leavesHave fallen and turned to dust,Will we remainEntrench Indifference,The plague that moves throughout this landOmen signsIn the shapes of things to come. … Continue reading Severance by Brendan Perry
We Are Still Human
I don’t believe people become nothing until they are something. I don’t believe people are selfish until they have something. People are good. I believe good people feel guilt when they want to. I believe good people feel doubt when they have to. Good people feel regret if they need to. Shunning the spirit that … Continue reading We Are Still Human
Orange
It smolders in their eyes more so than the blackof pupil and space and heart.The hearth of the heart has become sick,produced weeping ashes and bipolar flares,a crest to the sociopathic tongue that willmisunderstand and judge its own history.It wriggles something sacred, a docile lightabove its flesh, as the dimness begins to rush.They see orange … Continue reading Orange
The Dancing Pagans
Through the verdant hills of the isle,in line, in tandem with the minstrel siren,the once angel of valor and strength,grace and mercy, a demon disguise,an eater of children, a banker of blood,has deceived them as they stroll,bouncing up and down to the beatof the heathen drum in masked costumeas creature of the forest, as denizenof … Continue reading The Dancing Pagans
Summer Eve
Cicadas mercyShrilling at the fading sunHumid night cloudless -- -- "Summer Eve" is haiku written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
Black Orpheus: Mark of the Iceman
Instant distant dirge, a healing funnel of mud and death, its kiss splattered all over the ground. A spacious vacuum absorbs the flagellate, the pustule morsel streaking into bloody oblivion with the plaque and dead skin. Walking wounded, the earthworms schleps its way home. The shards leave lei lines along the floor that eat into … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Mark of the Iceman
