Beyond the Surface

Her fear resides in arms
Silencing her vibrancy in the cold
Still wind that burns through her,
An eclipsed hell she drowns in,
When he leaves her, chained
To the floor of their bed,
Buried, in his possession, he holds
Her in the snap of his finger,
A marionette sitting blankly on his lap,
She lives in absence, running away
Only in her hollowed mind, with no light
At the end of a boundless gorge.

A curious cat pries in, through
Shackled gates of the domain where
Torment, houses its victim,
Drawn in by her cavernous cries
Displayed, in elegant frames along
The walls of this eternal chasm, 
The cat nears the clasped horror
That bends the bones of the bellowing
Louder, stiffening, the cat’s cautious Approach as the shadows crash
Against the cat’s terrified expression,
Feeling the impact of clash to flesh
Reverberate through its chilled soul,
It’s heavy breath, fogging up
The colliding torrent engulfing the cat
Who finds the abused,
And the devil, within her
Carving into her, branding her as he
Rips out the light from under her grasp,
This horror, seen by the frightened cat
Scared white, and found elusive
In it’s own noose, as the crucified one
Still lies back, letting the demon
Have his way with her.

©DorianPoe 2015

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Glimpse of What Vanished

The diligence of him carried the world by,
For all he wanted, was to find her light
Hidden, in the darkest recesses of emptiness,
She was still, laying in the dining water
As every sail, went on beside the fear,
The guide bringing them, blocking
Thought in the paralysis of beat,
He stood there, amongst the daring
With fire glaring at his fainting strength,
By the pinch of sight into the beyond
He captures her, in the waning window
Of revival, for she seems further away
Every moment he can’t see her,
He jumps in, falling faster down the singed
Path, eclipsing his decent was the dark
Of the plateau he ascended from,
He crashed to the above originating
Below where he poured night
Into the delusions perched on the table,
Realizing, his glass is empty again,
She’s gone, faded into the whispered wings,
As he gets up, puts foot into grass
And walks up to her grave,
Staring, looking for a glimpse
Of her, to capture.

©DorianPoe 2015

Walls in the Ocean

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But why build those walls?
Why put yourself out from calm
And shallow travels
Into the disturbing depths
That swallow you in shattered pieces
You, yourself ripped into,
Why marinate in bitterness?
Why dive into the metamorphosis
In which you don’t recognize
When looking into the reflection below,
Why sit, with a tight fist around
Your vacant sound, trapped
In that dark abyss, your throat,
To talk, is to slit your gullet
Then it kills you, leaves you
On the scavenge shores,
Where the black gull swoops down,
And meets your sunken eye,
Why put yourself into torment?
Because pain is who you’re in love with,
He barged in, unexpectedly
When you were most vulnerable
To its spike, that carved deeper
The more you closed up,
It sank you from the collision with
It’s stern, looking down the rabbit hole,
That’s where we lost you,
Why?
Because we stopped looking
For all those small, scattered pieces.

©DorianPoe 2015

The Stranded

I have fought many wars,
Fields, encapsulated my prints
On stages of more defeats, than anything,
Traps and barricades were venomous,
As I tried to elude them on my path
Along the exploding shores
Of crashed lives that were, once
By my side, fighting equal battles,
But, lost along the way as I reach tops
Of mountains above eroded river banks
Holding the frightened sanity, crawling
To the foot of their devil,
I stand alone, defeated in my escape,
How can I rescue the stranded?

©DorianPoe 2015

From the Mountain into a New World

Captivated, by a neverending sprawl
Upon a thick blanket over our eyes,
Not able to see what blooms beyond
Seclusion, of an uneducated heart
As he climbs, were no ray of day
Kisses the mundane,
Just, an everlasting disguise
To cattle sanity within the outer limits,
Yet he pulls forward to the high peak
And looks down upon his prison,
No remorse for abandonment of his box
That kept him cold and prosaic,
Enveloped in strict quarters, he escaped
To find himself on the brink of freedom,
All he has to do, is cross over
Beyond the mountain’s brow,
Into an unknown,
Into the theory, of latitude,
For the gates out of sanity can be found
Where no one dares to climb.

©DorianPoe 2015

Youthful Evermore

Her sickly gaze, catches them
Strolling through, unaware of her
Lurking presence in the midst,
A wooded camouflage, as she
Undresses her desire, for youth
In the unsheath of canine,
Pounce, them in a single tick
As their screams are suffocated
In her narrow gullet, leaving parts
Cold and dry, to the circling vultures,
Stealing what she had lost
Many decades ago, while taking
The blind youth, stranded in her web,
After every drink ingested, she’s back
In her home, the day, the swing crashed.

It was early in the settling sun,
As the shadow is swallowed
By the house, pervading laughter,
When out from the gallow of the door
She emerged, stripped and torn
Apart, from the inside,
Stumbling, on weakened stilts
Through the stillness of hubris
In the watchful eyes of Laius.

©DorianPoe 2015

The Selling Crowd

You push through the heavy draped curtain
Stand, on the cusp of the stage,
Tilt your head back, slightly to the side
Embracing, what’s to rise up next,
Drums, perching on the echo of your ears
As you hum, your own song,
Jeers howling out from the massive crowd
While you applaud yourself
For breaking script, even with the terror
You are held by, locking you in their
Sight, from backstage
Until the end of the show.

©DorianPoe 2015

No Escape for the Weary

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He softly whispers out to her
Hearing himself crack the fragile silence,
Built upon fear, of the ever lurking shadow,
Again, he speaks in shade, begging her
To awake, from a tall crippling clutch
Around her frail and aching heart,
While deep into her succumb of derangement,
She is carried further on still
Black wings that holds her over chaos,
At the same time, his whimpers
Wrestle, with the affliction in the river
Of a distanced soul, once there and felt,
Now cold in the memory of her touch,
His hushed murmur, awakens dread
Bursting out from the darkened abyss
To keep her caged, ripping song from flesh
Feeding it to the mute devours, flocked
Above the decent into the vacuum of life,
Watching striking sorrow, eager to taste it,
Stunning my stance, in the faint glimmer,
I’ve crashed, broken my desire
And have been force fed, to the shadow
Then smiles grimly at the cloud in my heart.

©DorianPoe 2015