Alphabet Stew


arise, as smoke licks the eyes
burning, a magical ride yearning
climbing higher and higher like flying
diving, dipping, this mind-fuck is lifting
earth to moon and beyond since birth
from and to, we’ve become
god like creatures through time, clawed
honing skills along the way learning
incredible discoveries made memorable
joy and sadness how life builds and destroys
kind, that of man and woman both find
love, that which is the catalyst we write of
morning will come as sure as knowing
night to follow, with its own glow of light
our paths were meant to cross like a flower
pollinating, a rebirth, continues populating
quietly and for some loudly
roaring our desire to fly free even soaring
skyward to reach heights always onward
travelling to the stars seen twinkling
under our wanting gaze with hunger
vow we must, to live and never bow
we are kings and queens of land and sea
X your mark in this world and beyond with vex
you only live once so enjoy the view
zest and zeal will end with permanent zzz’s

Ax

Cradled by the Sea


Drifting out to sea,
floating on the tide
Beneath a black cloud,
drowning from inside
Final breath expelled,
lungs flood filling
Waves of shock invade,
the heart beats chilling
The sky above dims,
to a deathly starless grey
Visions slowly fades,
until life gives way
Cradled by the sea,
lost forever more
A rotting corpse,
will never lay on shore
Sink below the surface,
deep into the abyss
Cold and dark,
where light does not exist
Settle on the oceans floor,
final resting place
And disappear,
without a trace

Ax

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Caress My Flesh


There you are, dancing alone in a darkened room. Candles flickering with a glow, leaving a silhouette of another, lonely as you…

Whenever I’m alone
I feel like I belong
Solitude is my throne
My crown weighs long

Cry, cry cry, why?
Tears don’t shed anymore
They’ve all, dried dry
Like the last and the time before

I am a mess right, right now
Just can’t get by, this place
Stuck in my head, a vow
Never ever, love can embrace

Forbid, what is forebode
Swoon, in a room
Did as was foretold
Moon shadows strewn

Caress my flesh
Dust off the mist
The edge honed fresh
For a glide, round wrist

AntönyRös

Demon Within


The setting sun, comes with a fiery glow
Faster and faster, the horizon darkens slow
How the pain grows as light fades to go

Shades of blue, forms a line across the sky
Turns darkest, at a point, most high
Where evil lurks in wait to fly

The hour comes with howls through the air
Sending shivers from echoes tingling hair
White knuckle fisting, standing gloom and glare

Blowing wind, buzzes the ears
A tornado, shadows, spinning fears
As the demon within appears

Ghostly white, dressed in black
Hooded and cloaked front to back
Leading an army of ghouls that attack

The good and meek do not have a chance
Without sword, shield and lance
In the name of the Father, Son and Spirits fighting stance

Pulling and groping, sinking down
Hands like branches, vines up, from the ground
Pinned and crushing, lungs begin to drown

The anxiety flares, it starts to boil
The ache inside strained to toil
Strength of hope and faith like vinegar and oil

A battle that thrives in the heat of night
Sleepless, left weak, pray to see the light
East beyond the peaks, breaches with delight

Songs sung by birds awakening call
Lifting souls from a beaten fall
To honour a new days rise for all

The demon within, retreats to wait
For the sun to set behind heavens gate
To unleash the shadow of dreary fate

AntönyRös

Trying To Survive


I’m afraid to be me. So I pretend to be happy. So everyone sees what they want to see. A smiling face, approachable and kind. With a deep emotional secret of wanting to die. Relieve the stress, blind the fear, better yet, simply disappear. Wasting time, no sketches etched on a face of stone. No memories where tributes are laid. Those are left to the rich and famous. A cougar died today for trying to survive. He came to close to town and scared the citizens of a community. Authorities called, a rifle deployed. Down goes the cat, with a single bullet. I cried, uncontrollably cried.

AntönyRös

His Journal Bled, A Black Red


Page after page, hand drawn images
Shadows cast, lowly visages
Never the two, shall ever meet
Though desire craves to greet
Sharing tids, of bits, of pieces
A puzzle, begins to reason
The constant pounding as a boy
Beating drums to deaths door
A shell covers, his true form
Hiding from, a raging storm
Shades that fall, sight darkens
Blackbird sings, the night harkens
His journal bled, a black red
Thoughts, exploding in his head
Page after page, the final image
A moment frozen, captured a message

These are the words that end, a picture story
Created with a single colour, black only
Greys that lightly caress, the day’s that are blessed
Etched across a face, forever depressed
Lines that break tips, furiously scratching
Fibres, tearing the pages, screaming
A secret held from roving eyes
Reveals a truth, from constant lies
The joy of being lonely is a disease
It pains, it buckles the strongest knees
Repeatedly, to recite a prayer
For the courage to stand square
Eye to eye in fear, to bound us both
And pledge, a loves, never ending oath

AntönyRös

Unholy Chalice 


There was no word to describe the first breath taken
For it was pure, without sin, the air filling in
The taste of paradise was all they knew
No right or wrong, just living free
Temptation lured a heart of want
How could it be, to be tempted like that
To want more than what paradise has given
A single bite that tears the fabric of life
The swallow of knowledge to inherit the earth
And all that it has to create a path of destruction


Disobedience, the first of many
Skulls started stacking up, murder with malice
A new church sprung from the darkest depths
It had no name, until fire lit it up and everyone yelled, Hell!
The flames burned away the character lines on faces
Those that made unique in creed, colour and races
Here, where bone becomes stone faceless
The sky never seen, stars and moon forgotten
Cradled and huddled, spun in circles
A pedestal holds the Unholy Chalice


A monument of time, a collectors collection
Designing a temple that would hold the spirit
Of the damned and lost who gave up on life
Filling the cup, with blood, drawn by a knife
Slashing, piercing, controlling the pain
Fuelled by the dark from inside the mind
Depression is found hiding
Past, present and future, hurting
There is no heaven, no hell
The end comes with the final bell

Poem by Ax

Images by Aderhine DeviantArt