Faraway

Weeping upon the waveless lake
My sun, I miss your restive calm
That weaves unease, solace and decline
Your other side is so weak and sublime

Slithering in my darkest hour
My moon, I feel your poetic pale
Yearning to appease a rose awake
Following every step you take

And in between layeth the blue
Beneath an endless black and white
My umbra and scarlet move astray
Your yellow plagues me faraway

Song

She will outblind them all
As she tends to her costume of malice
In thickening night, with her strings of pall
For her pride precedes her downfall

Alone she stands in the palace lawn
Where windswept chambers mock her song
Like a rare orchid so fragile in bloom
Waiting for her nauseous dawn

Green

Grey are my choirs of dissonance
Crimson is my swollen earth
Pungent is my ominous black incense
That marks the damage done by my birth

Distant are my violet whores
Where heavens never shed a tear
Pink are my farthest shores
My pictures of distaste are near

My broken king, savour your brown
White is your only turmoil
Soft and Green are her luscious lips
That kiss me through the velvet soil

Return of the Regulator

Reminds you of Warren G? I still can't find that audio cassette. This field has been barren for quite some time. It's because those rockets stopped hitting on the inside. Once again, the urge has taken over me. I've had enough fuel to stoke my flames. Burn baby,burn!

Moon

Today, i attended a funeral. Not in my family, but then, what difference does it make?
They put him on the pyre to honour the sun. I saw his eyes, half open. His sky was white. His moon was black.