Life behests that before I can address the jarring sordid question,
you must have reached your attaining mark.
Embracing our beings’ essence with discretion, would not,
should not strangle the spark.
My hopes dragged through the darkest of the dark,
while your dreams evaporating, fading, and paling out. Continue reading Aphrodite’s Child
My monthly article, “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door”, published in Burst Magazine.
Issue 23, December 2014 features Layne Staley, pg. 12-13.
See full issue here: http://afternoiz.com/burst/item/7694-december-2014
Oh sweet Melancholy, Muse of all that is holy
Gracing the regrets of actions past
Beguiling desires that are not meant to last
I surrender to your bitter insidious glory.
The deceased beast of Sentiment lays in the gutter,
I traded a sinner for a martyr, and all i got was a lifeless pattern.
To tell a truth of blood and wine
Takes tears of liquid steel and a lazy tongue
Clenched fists, holding on to a hope that fades
Into the grave, sieving through the cracks like fine sand
I kissed your mind and our souls collided.
So I’ll give you to the count of three,
‘Til you think of me.
I awake; eyes open wide, ears pierced back, I lay still for a while and take in the damp dense air.
It smells like victory tonight.
I creep; silently, dauntingly, down the roof and over the lines of fences in the deadest hour of the night.
It is now my moment to thrive.
I search; in utter stealth, clandestinely for the gifts of the dark. I am omniscient and dominantly alone to reap the rewards of the nth life.
The clouds come down again to covet the evil,
In spirals they descend, raging and rattling, heavy as the rain they bear.
Splice us up in Sin-shine
Immerse us down to drown
Unhinged to depths unknown
Blow kisses against the wind.
Don’t bend the truth to be kind.
And so they floated, high, soaring the midnight starry sky
Above skyscrapers, fumes and sins of yore
Faith vested, lies exposed and tested
Beliefs of lesser men in the dark, feeling worn.
Helen Marie Joyce 
