Emperor

And there it was ~

I found my soul wandering alone through the ruins of the lost city wondering what’d happened to everything he knew. And it was me returning to my birthplace; a sort of homecoming to the highlands and the cold mountains breathing further and higher than my eyes will ever find. Back to the homegrown leaf and the earth she fell in love with.

And she changed like a dream and there I saw myself in the body of another man adorned in fine, colorful clothes and indigo gold. Also a scepter or a staff and a dark feathered headdress ~ reminders of prophecies when she spoke of collective lineage and a moment in time.

I saw in front of me the leader of a people ~ all so beautiful and proud. I felt the breeze running through my hair shaking the old ghosts uncomfortably out of joint,

Endless Love

Summer dawned with its capital radiance and sexual magnetism.

Our lives were brought together by mere chance. A throw of the fates.

One from one side of the world.

And she  .  .  .  from the other.

Think back to when we were young and indomitable and the world as unhinged and magnificent as it was, belonged to us.

You expressed your burning passion for me w/every mesmerizing look. With every perfumed touch. W/my breaths caught in sighs by your faithful kisses.

My love for you was undying.

Later days and later songs the bouquet was gambled away and the gods showed

that we’d be together forever.

            Winter creeped in with ruthless depression. Unforgiving and cold.

            Abandon your memories and the years.

            She’s now gone. I feel lonely and dismal.

            There’ll never be another one like you.

In my old age I think back and I know that I’ve lived a full life. I know that my affairs are settled. Soon enough I will join my one and only love.

I lay in heartbreak as I near this death. Pain not in my body but in my aged soul for I know I’ll have to make this journey alone; without my beloved.

We’ll soon meet again my goddess ~ my life.

My one

and only love.  

- Victor Millan

To The Gutter

Rabid jealousy death bed keeps hammering the laughing knives deep into my cold and breaking heart. Feeling disheveled and I’m drowning in my feelings as they quickly become unharnessed.

Raging insomniac I get covered in my own vitriol ~ gnawing psychotic thinking about killing through the mocking night.

I wanna destroy the world

but you mean the world to me.

Endless love falls to the gutter.

- Victor Millan