Ink, watercolor, gel pen, acrylic gesso on paper
20 x 15 in.
Ink, watercolor, gel pen, acrylic gesso on paper
20 x 15 in.
Ink, watercolor, gel pen, acrylic gesso on paper
20 x 15 in.
Ink, watercolor, gel pen, acrylic gesso on paper
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Heaven’s Fall (Poem)
[redacted]
When angels fall, they fall from grace [redacted]
From glory, to fall from Heaven is the fall from gold.
Gold and Glory to Dirt and Death
Heaven has exorcised me from its gates,
Banished me from flying colors to pits of muted grey.
I fall into an open grave, I fall to pieces.
Angels
We are beasts that feast on the flesh of man,
[redacted] On those that perceive us [redacted] benevolent and holy.
We feed like ravenous, flesh eating centipedes and maggots.
[redacted] Beings of God's mercy and grace
But we are no such thing.
Beings who [redacted] guide the lost
And pray on the faithful,
We are watchers of Heaven,
Figments of purity; apparitions of virtue
But forget not, we were once human
Sinful
[redacted] White wings and black lies
My skull [redacted] splits as I hit the basement floor.
A hole [redacted] forms [redacted]
[redacted] and I feel the cold grime against my skin.
Black and blue; bloodied
Marred by hungry insects, mushrooms seek comfort in the warmth.
I feel [redacted] fingers dig into brain matter
And the gaping hole grows larger, cracks unravel into disorder.
Then, the phantoms crawl inside the spilled
cavity of my head
Burrowing deep like a starved centipede.
This is my punishment, this is my repentance,
My penance
They shall pass judgement on me,
And the body shall lie in
Matrimony to the soil.
Birthing life from death and decay,
Willows weep over man's burial, "In your death,
I am reborn" speaks the hollow bark.
[redacted] Spring's blossom wilts into winter's gloom.
The earth's warmth [redacted] is pillaged and extinguished into cold, icy fire; snow
Frozen
Green rots into white.
As I fall, my flesh is burned in the river's damned
My skin boils and bubbles
[redacted] Beet red, my body screams with infection.
Flesh becomes a honeycomb; puss oozes like golden honey.
And yellow bleeds into red.
Bloodletting
Bitter and Sweet. Blood to Wine.
I drink the sweet wine, my face inflamed, tipsy,
Medicine for the perished.
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