The Lost Adventures of Artemis Dobro: Episode VIII (The Journey Begins- Heroes and Villains in the Mirror of Tomorrow)

decembers rain falls cold

the brim of my hat overflowing

there are rivers of sorrow

and oceans of regret freezing tonight

but i weather this storm

-this torrent of shattered life-

the mystery of silence consumes me

the answers of sacrifice eludes me

the dreams of the symphony play into the darkness

the soul of artemis sinks into the shadow of circumstance

decembers rain falls cold

it forms in small pools around my shoes

the numbness grows and creeps to my heart

as the pain reminds me

the reckless summers of when we dammed the river

-we damned ourselves in unknown water-

the seed of depravity planted in the womb of abandon

one life given to the desire of wickedness

the soul of artemis consumed by the plot twist of fate

fate

twisting

turning

burning

fate

spiraling

constricting

grinding

fate

fate is a portal to madness

madness is a portal to divinity

divinity is a portal to immortality

we damned ourselves in the waters of madness

our conception in the pool of regret at the palace of sin

we damned ourselves in the waters of madness

december rain falls around me

cursed to be a statue of regret

until my brother returns with the sacrifice

until artemis is free

i will weather this storm

-this storm of confusion-

The Picture You Paint

as i grasped my quesadilla

warm and gooey

cheese dripping

i had a sudden thought

i smiled in satisfaction

i could hear the screaming of dear bessy

powerful suction hoses viciously tugging at her udders

i chuckled in amusement at the thought of uterus forcibly spread open to receive sperm she didn't ask for

poor girl didn't get a kiss

and i laughed a mighty roar

i looked upon my chicken burrito

plump and juicy

i briefly wondered why henry cabot henhouse III

didn't swoop in and save this lovely lady

and i remembered super chicken was a cartoon

as i delighted in this birds flavor

i was brought to tears of laughter by the faint echos

of chicken sobs

and then it hit me

a flash of insight so profound i was taken aback

this is the picture YOU paint of me

YOU paint of me out of hatred

hatred for my lifestyle choice

yet

yet

there is no hatred from me over YOUR lifestyle choice

no protest from me in defiance of YOUR philosophy

so while YOU stand side by side with me on choices

such as freedom of 

religion

race

orientation

choice

YOU abandon me when i choose to have a steak

the picture YOU paint of me is a monster

the picture YOU paint of YOURSELF

is hypocrisy 

The Last Slice of American Pie

firm and round

full and smooth

the storefront mannequin had wonderful tits didn't she?

we rode through the frosty night

past sleepy farms and axle bone yards

forgotten memories of an america well lived

the dreams of an empire swept under the tidal wave of lightening we hold in our hands

a trip to yesterday planned in the wee hours of today

a search for one last adventure

possibly a chance to find the answer we missed all those years ago

maybe even touch the infinite we always knew was just down that creepy looking road over there...

blank and emotionless

empty and coarse to our eyes

someones decency had the mannequin removed a few years back

goodbye baseball

goodbye hot dogs

goodbye chevrolet

goodbye pie

all deemed too offensive for sensitive viewers

Shades of Icarus Blue

take the night

take the day

just take me away

crash the midnight flight

once upon a time i could run

once upon a time i could chase the sun

once upon a time....

 ....was a long time ago

the long nights have settled into fiction

river of dreams runs blood red in the troubled dawn

summer days squeezed into packages

good times stacked and loaded into boxcars bound for never

memories linger in flights of fancy stuck in holding patterns over an unfulfilled life

take the night

take the day

just take me away

crash the midnight flight

once upon a time we could linger

once upon a time we laughed at danger

once upon a time....

....was a story book ago

without seeing

without feeling

without the chance of falling we all fly too high

take the night

take the day

just take me away

crash the midnight flight

i don’t want to fly any more

Unique is the Serenity That Can Be Found it the Flames of the Uncharted Night

the faces of a thousand memories flicker and dance around the embers of your soul

peace seems to be a forgotten word you scribbled in a time from beyond the ability to feel

the hues of red and orange mingle with the blue that resides in those corridors you long ago walled off

“why tonight?” the mind is a terrible thing to taunt when we wander the rooms alone

the surrounding black seems so eager to listen to the hiss of chances sizzling deep inside the flame

as if demanding an encore, you halfheartedly consider performing while another log is tossed along with the lingering hope of tonight ending differently than the infinity of nights you wish you could change

“why tonight?” the soul longing for an answer is often cheated by the crushing dawn

in this nighttime world of battered ego and bruised intentions reflection can consume when the mirror is ablaze with questions we save for these moments, these command performances of doubt that fester in the daylight of our world, these puppets of madness that sway with the beat of our own fear

“why tonight?” because each night is the death of sunshine desires and the promise of another day to get it right 

The Lost Adventures of Artemis Dobro: Episode VII (A Dove in My Hand)

it was in the slow heavy days of august

i watched the tragedy unfold

a tidal wave of sorrow filled with a singular rage

a focused purpose

her majestic grace would falter as each new torrent battered without mercy

in my soul i could feel the tears she refused to cry

her wings clipped

she could not escape

her spirit slowly faded

until one day she let the hurricane of emotions swallow her

as her last whisper left rose in defiance

i wished her peace as i unlocked the shackles

The Lost Adventures of Artemis Dobro: Episode VI (The Strange Birth of Artemis Dobro)

into the den of steely eyed monsters

i enter with my hands on my head

and my head on a pike

my heart exposed to the beasts 

and the beasts exposed to the blood on my soul

all it's poison flowing wildly

in this chasm of decadence

where i have come to worship

faces in the gallery distorted in perverted ecstasy

my hands placed on sacred flesh

guided by forces i yet do not understand

the rites of debauchery continue

as worlds are opened up to me

worlds of pain and pleasure

worlds of time and memory

memory and pleasure

pain and time

on this plane these worlds collide

the faces in the gallery my recollections

 the monsters my infinite desire

the beast am i

the poison consumed on the day of my birth

it is the wine of my being

and from this truth i shall not hide