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CUPID BINDS US

LOVE my love
never dies
sometimes weak…

But you keep
a fire lit
— between us

In the night
such might
bequeath us

Such delight
the arrow
— of Cupid…

Binds us…
pierced
— as one

Never leave
but believe
such a gift…

rare is love

:: 01/20/2014::


MOONLIGHT PALE

A SLUMBERING breeze blows
beyond clambering hills
and conjures a song
So somber from trees

Beneath…

Crystal silence sings
a painful burning flesh
and threads in dreams
devouring numbing stings

So stiff the twilight
that constricts my throat
I muffle a yawning cry
from dawning fright

The moon…

Lay pale in listless shroud
and death is no wonder
In varnished white clouds
comes rumbless thunder

Never a stretch in mind
Oh, fiery blood, crackle bone
Only limb, neck and hair
Sharp fangs– a soulless moan

And you…

Forgive me, for I am cannibal
so romantic and tragic is my tail
Slaying both human and animal
always beneath a moonlight pale

I am the shadow

Beneath your footfalls
and dark cold light within
In tearless eyes of yellow
My hunger screams for you

In your dreams

I come, nimble and serene
Prancing first for smell
toward scents you resemble
and within your morbid dreams

I will always scream for you

:: ancient ::


THE DANCE

THE dance began with a smile
tempered joy-tickled heart
we knew the feelings teasingly
— fought the flood passion-lay
to no avail so we set our sails
and off we sailed into our dreams

::01-19-2014::


AWAKENED DREAM

THE dream awoke within my life
to me it tenderly spoke —
whispery sound a murmur
— a feather-fell
to you I come to feel as real
a dust-sleep dream to life
no life in such a murky realm
for living has its needs
and dreams provide the seeds

::01-20-2014::


THE FIGURAL

WHILE on a walk
through my forest
across a bridge
of ancient wood
I chanced to stumble
upon a treasure
a heart shaped
piece of puzzle
— a figural
’twas the last
of what I wanted
to touch the love
I so much needed
it’s shape and color
perfectly fit
— interlocking
then I sat upon a log
thunder struck
by the beauty
— of it all

::01-20-2014::


A COMING STORM

LOVE was mine
less the pain
within a puddle
— the day it rained
it drowned
in capsized fashion
Humid weather
was no warning
though the black seam
— of the cloud
severely spoke
of a coming storm

::01-18-2104::


I AM IMBECILE

THE X in me
does not feel
so much so
that I never ask Y
Sensing confusion
the hearts of weak
clearly cannot C
Murmurs of dimness
so often that all I ask
is to B left a-loon

::01-18-2014::


CHASING MEMORIES

SUCH is life
(this body knows)
what experience
we share —
t’is nothing more
than memories

When something happens
— time elapses
then reaction
If this be the case
and I do believe so
then we live a life
chasing memories

::01-17-2014::


PSYCHO-DRAMA

AND if you are repulsed
by my humanity
then clearly I say
you are  not
— meant for me

My sanity
— no latitude
for your brain-vessel
to navigate across
my ocean-emotions

Chart your course
away from my shores
and bidding farewell
— I do eagerly —
to the storms of your mind

::01-16-2014::


THE NEW SICKNESS

EMBRACE the brave
new sickness– it will kill
as surely as it heals