Need.

My need is worming it’s way inside.

In the octogram I confide.

My muscle tissue is crawling with petulant desire; no place to hide.

Eyes burning with tears as I; open my hardened heart wide.

Oh God I know, I feel stupid; I feel like a sellout now.

Human; but chiseled from stone.

Human; don’t leave me alone.

Worried that I don’t really know.

Carrying a heavy load.

I need help; I need restitution.

Need.

My need is worming it’s way inside.

In the octogram I confide.

Trying to see clearly; swallowed by the cascading shadows.

Pores brimming with liquid mercury.

The gold only glitters so bright.

Human; but chiseled from stone.

Human; don’t leave me alone.

Worried that I don’t really know.

Carrying a heavy load.

I need help; I need restitution.

Need.

My need is worming it’s way inside.

In the octogram I confide.

My cancer is growing; my time is growing short.

I want to feel coins upon my fingertips; I want to feel soft skin beneath my nail beds.

Shallow as it may seem, and sometimes; I’m as shallow as they come.

My blood pumps to sow the seed.

I’ll leave a bloody mess before I’m done.

Human; but chiseled from stone.

Human; don’t leave me alone.

Worried that I don’t really know.

Carrying a heavy load.

I need help; I need restitution.

Oh God I know, I feel stupid; I feel like a sellout now.

The gold only glitters so bright.

I’ll leave a bloody mess before I’m done.

Need.

Need!

I need help; I need restitution! -Michael David Ament

Sustenance.

Substance of sustenance.

Reclamation, aspire to the unforetold.

Waxing and waning; planetary threshold.

Falling apples from Newton’s tree.

Full permission to walk upon me.

Eighty-six shallow beings; treading upon glass and rose petals.

Feathers stuck to the skin of the wanting and waiting; drink of which anything that bleeds.

Substance of sustenance.

Hollowed and drained; romance and desperation.

Desperate creature; leaving holes.

Pale with red dead eyes.

Flesh like stone, cold to the touch; longing for the soul long sold.

Optic nerves of sunlit windows.

Pinecone imbibe; opens when told.

Drawing the ethereal inward.

No claim to victim-hood, purely consensual.

Lying on the altar, lapis lazuli and silver.

Consuming the energy that the heart delivers

Substance of sustenance.

Hollowed and drained; romance and desperation.

Desperate creature; leaving holes.

Pale with red dead eyes.

Flesh like stone, cold to the touch; longing for the soul long sold.

Substance of sustenance.

Vampirism.

Substance of sustenance. -Michael David Ament

Unfolding.

Gargantuan ego; blasted all to hell.

Humorous the seeds sown; tragic endings sell.

If you could give your soul away; if the man in you could try.

Maybe we wouldn’t feel so cold; maybe we could cry.

I’d give my left eye if it meant the disease would only be temporary.

I’d give my right arm if it meant I’d never have to miss you again.

I just want to see January, I want to break within.

And you let it all out.

And I let it all out.

And you let it all go.

And I let it all go.

And you may not let it show.

And I may not let it show.

But the hardest thing to do is let each other grow.

Burning away predetermined, preconceived, predatory notions.

Late in the night dancing in circles; in love with movement and emotion.

If she could give her soul away; if the woman in her could try.

Maybe we wouldn’t feel erased, maybe we could lie awake; and imbibe on something dry.

I’d give my heart if it meant we could share our love forever.

I’d give my spine if it meant with you I’d grow old and die.

I just want to feel the earth quake, I want to get high.

And you let it all out.

And I let it all out.

And you let it all go.

And I let it all go.

And you may not let it show.

And I may not let it show.

But the hardest thing to do is let each other grow.

I want to grow.

I want to know.

I want to flow.

I want to sow.

I want to grow.

I want to know.

I want to know! -Michael David Ament

Born of Ash.

Born of ash.

Phoenix rising.

The flames enwrap me in my dreams.

Waves of tangerine.

Obsidian sands beneath.

Ceiling below my feet.

I’m dying.

I will be reborn, and fly above the sea.

Omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent.

Universe, the self, in and out; grant me success.

Tides of milk and fruit juices.

Pure extravagance.

The taste of foreign shores.

Enlighten me.

I crave not disorder, yet I love rules we can break.

Change a song’s purpose; there’s too much at stake.

What lies in the deepest corners, recesses of the mind; is it shame?

Standing tall; beholden to no man.

Put my armor on, ready my scorpion’s tail; blackened exoskeleton.

Driven from my hole; my home.

I am one with the venom; you know to leave me alone.

Listen close to the words written in this tome.

Omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent.

Universe, the self, in and out; grant me success.

Tides of milk and fruit juices.

Pure extravagance.

The taste of foreign shores.

Enlighten me.

Born of ash.

Phoenix rising.

The flames enwrap me in my dreams.

Waves of tangerine.

Obsidian sands beneath.

Ceiling below my feet.

I’m dying.

I will be reborn, and fly above the sea. -Michael David Ament

Aperture.

Aperture of my heart; valley of megiddo awaits.

Shade and shadows, foot dipped in blood; Paramour she radiates.

Adjusting to it’s temperature.

Just need to know you’re ok.

No need to violate with violence.

I just want to relate.

Don’t disappear on me now.

Was the beginning too late?

Cancerous and unfortunate.

When life feels like rape.

In another life maybe.

With music we could create.

And the gold keeps on shining.

The golden aura illuminating your chest.

And the heart knows it’s timing.

A heart unlike the rest.

We could walk a finite number of miles, and it will feel infinite.

A journey we willingly give our breath.

Inhaling god’s creation.

Consuming until there is nothing left.

Light the wick, like molten grains of sand; waxen hourglass.

Dance to centuries rhythm as the hours pass.

Fall in and out of love, fickle and abashed.

Alien and isolated, my mind, intersecting with shards of glass sharp as butterfly knives; the voices known to harass.

Stars and quasars in the black sky flash.

Gravity pulling us down; the pain and pleasure of mass.

I won’t let it go, even though you’ve gone from me.

In the future you’ll find me out to sea.

Salty air and measured free.

Wherever the tumultuous winds lead.

Though without you I could never be.

Demigod and rusty sod, odder than odd; spare this rod and hold me indefinitely.

And the gold keeps on shining.

The golden aura illuminating your chest.

And the heart knows it’s timing.

A heart unlike the rest.

We could walk a finite number of miles, and it will feel infinite.

A journey we willingly give our breath.

Inhaling god’s creation.

Consuming until there is nothing left.

Blue blood and red letter.

Empty heads; light as a feather.

Past discrepancies tether.

Ruins and skeletons in our wake.

Titans and wings upon shoes.

Stories with missing pages; stuck together with glue.

A chosen few; skin shades of blue.

You’d have all the answers if you would just take.

Falter not; the end is near.

Stir the pot; tell me what you hear.

It’s 12 o’ clock; let go of your fears.

We’ll make the most of whatever you fake.

And the gold keeps on shining.

The golden aura illuminating your chest.

And the heart knows it’s timing.

A heart unlike the rest.

We could walk a finite number of miles, and it will feel infinite.

A journey we willingly give our breath.

Inhaling god’s creation.

Consuming until there is nothing left.

Consume it all.

Watch as the walls fall.

Consume it all.

A sharp pain; a desperate call.

Consume it all.

Watch as the walls fall.

Consume it all.

Aperture of my heart; I want it all. -Michael David Ament

The Gods Lie.

Salty eyed spectres stare seven hells below.

Slithering snakes subjugate sallow supplicants in a row.

Severe symptoms undulate, sorrowful sapphire pills alleviate; say it isn’t so.

Severance shifts the samhain’s sensual fairy ring sublime.

Shiver the same glacial cold the Saturnalia’s fatherland sold; then died.

Blank slate said the slaves of soporific desire, save us from the Sabbath tonight; for the gods did lie.

Speaking in the serpentine tongue; with the fall comes my time.

Mars and Pluto aligned with the stars my favor will define, the future inherent; the old world will shine.

Outlast the summer, I divine; take what’s rightfully mine.

Silk and stone surrender to symmetry.

The stoic and sensible sleeplessly starve their consciousness.

Selfishly I set fire to sacred steeple.

Sadistic saboteurs sacralize sacrilege with a sacrifice of sanity.

Scream and synchronize with self-centered amity.

Seldom comes the shade in time for shelter from the silent calamity.

Speaking in the serpentine tongue; with the fall comes my time.

Mars and Pluto aligned with the stars my favor will define, the future inherent; the old world will shine.

Outlast the summer, I divine; take what’s rightfully mine.

Salivating over sweetly shallow prospects; this shell won’t be satisfied until the very end.

Silver and suffering, slippery slope with this spell; unto the source my soul will blend.

Spare me your spiritual shill, spite is the only substantial statement I know, I will not submit; only rend.

Superficial sympathies only sustain subjectifiers of men.

Savages, satyrs, and salves, serendipity gladly halved, omniscient; here it begins.

Call out to your savior, no one is saving you; I’m a scarab beneath your skin.

Speaking in the serpentine tongue; with the fall comes my time.

Mars and Pluto aligned with the stars my favor will define, the future inherent; the old world will shine.

Outlast the summer, I divine; take what’s rightfully mine.

the gods did lie.

the gods did lie. –Michael David Ament