Quickening

What madness brings, what
Engineers waylaid energy
Directs and emphasizes
Magnitude of each damned thought
And borrows ashes of my eyes
As wondering how I
In rash moment of regret decide
To commandeer a shell of faulted flesh to drive
And call it "life".

Bevel

Vast, and brief this lifelong flicker,
Flick of dust abiding, finding thus an edge
To dredge soft meaning, pleasing, feast on
Tremors, salt, and spawn. To cry aloud
About excelling ardor ought, a maggot ground
Beside bedchamber, bought and brought for
Strength, asunder rent a flowerbed to molt
As goosedown space, Aurora splayed a-kilter
Prince ne'er finding, fain in tower cellar doomed
To pray, and play lute, lilting sorrows dream, and
Beam of moon-ray grasp to climb aside, outside
As lilacs bloom in dew again.

Might

Frission, spite, assumption spit and fitted

Ere any trembled plea assembles, begs

Audience to spare a few. Abated, alter

Egos, blasted fury's shield. It

Might not end in tragedy, may all 

Come right, could ransom trends,

Numeric flaws assuaging, soothe as 

Balm a tropic waft to sting in peace

Thy pieces, torn, preemptive

Rage a-fueled before the

Final feat was known.

Steam

Feed mechanic splendor, wipe a
Waxed terrapin sheen, a glossing
Over run amok to stabilize a brother's
Toppling tower, straw-built, sound.
To rectify theatrics not assembled in
Thy hand as birds lie calmly,
Fisted still, another's brazen fury
Soft abate. Grind to gravel Colosseum,
Looms above in marked hate, to
Rid of bower want by us, and vision creeps
Of error pending, wretched, worn, and pity
Marked in battle's honor, force demand we
Thus to Find Thyself, and ohm awaits, so
Haste to solace, haste nirvana,
Onward progress!
Rush to wait.