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The Scent of YouThe Scent of You
I see your eyes
from across the sky
~immobilized~
beneath your gaze
your fingers spark electricity
burn through the core of me
and I feel your lips
alone at night
~paralyzed~
inside of you
as you light my fires
your kiss raptures me
I can taste your flesh
when I close my eyes
~fixated~
by the flavor of you
your flesh melts into me
leaving me forever hungry
and I catch your scent
like a hunting wolf
~captivated~
in your pheromones
while I track you down
leaving you with no where to run
I am quivering in your touch
brought upon the wind
~contorted~
beneath your hands
as you craft my body
against your own.
and I hear your voice
echo in my soul
~enraptured~
you call my name
in your dreams
vibrating through my bones.
8:29 AM - 11/19/2009 - comments {0} - post commentDefilementDefilement
How another can look upon you
and see anything worthy of love,
to be deceived into believing
there is any trace of beauty
marked upon your face
eludes me endlessly.
For I have soul-eyes
and penetrate through your
waxen veneer, where ugliness
grows inside and when I lay
eyes upon you, I see nothing
but rot and decay.
When another touches your
fetid skin, I shudder in disgust,
it is a twist of irony, your disability
contorted you into a living monster
and now it is no less than you deserve,
perhaps the fates could see that
your soul was already black and tarnished.
For plead as you may
your choices were made as part
of who you are, and my sympathy
drips right down the drain and
washed away with the poison of
your mockery of tears.
3:50 PM - 11/9/2009 - comments {0} - post commentLady MoonLady Moon
Your cold body
enthroned above
distant sphere
watching in
retracted silence
still, even in your
movements.
Ascending-
descending
wrapt within
skye blanket
a lone single
empty socket.
Pulse:
through my blood
mutely
you whisper
and laugh
in the back of
my skull.
So alone
your beauty
enshrined
your immortal death
undenied;
born again
only unto the
night!
7:25 PM - 11/4/2009 - comments {0} - post commentThe Souls of the DeadThe Souls of the Dead
Where do we go
we weary souls
who fear not the shadows
and smile in comradery
with death.
How the light
shuns from us
but at this we only
laugh.
For we despair not
at the unknown
nor turn away
from exploration
into those dark places.
We souls
that tremble not
before forces
unseen.
We who are not
the ghosts others fear
nor are we the dead
but live somewhere
in between.
Seated before
the throne of Hades
bowing to the gods
of the dead.
We are not seekers
of death
not the disinherited
from life
not the despairing
nor the lost.
But those who
look death in the eye
with neither
terror nor longing
but fascination
as questers for the truth
and balance.
Death loves life
in Death's own way
seek not in death
an enemy.
He but guides the way
a dark light
offering life's
greatest gift.
For what value
would life hold
if He was not it's guardian
waiting in the shadows.
And we are the souls
who walk among graves
in quiet serenity
as we imagine our own.
6:48 PM - 10/25/2009 - comments {0} - post commentSong of the SageSong of the Sage
Swamp eyes silently alluding
to deep balmy secrets
kept secluded in their catacombs
of dusty bones hinting at ritual;
elusive within sacred tombs
where voices once rose frothing
enchantments, caught in a star-lit gaze
hiding behind the misty veil.
Gentle insistence upon parted lips
urging the journey into darkness,
with the caressing shadow's kiss,
lost within these decedent waters
where sweet boggy murmurs offer temptation;
danger lurks on the edge of nocturne dreams,
vanishing into otherworld realms.
Perspiring anxiously while awaiting
to discover the rewards of this quest
into ancient ruins of decaying gods,
seeking to touch a deep earthen
truth vibrating upon the edge
of the living and the underworld
an unaccountable vastness of consciousness
waiting to emerge and swallow all thought.
Feel the stirrings of xenoplastic connections
as years seem to fade away,
now approaching the zenith of understanding.
2:40 PM - 10/20/2009 - comments {0} - post commentBuried AliveBuried Alive 10:40 PM - 10/19/2009 - comments {0} - post commentMy WordsMy Words
With words
if I could
I would
topple towers
watch them fall
into the dust
grind into the ash
black stains
and black eyes
watching black faces
they pass
as ghosts
in their dance
and if I could
I would
with words
rule the world
hold domination
in my hands
smile
to myself
upon a throne
made of their
scattered bones
no gold
only souls
to pay my dues
to the moon
and the shadows
and I could
with words
I would
crush
sand castle dreams
laughing in the dark
never a blink
carving myself
out of marble
frozen inside
myself
words which can create
may destroy
words that breathe
can be snuffed
words of comfort contort
and my words
would
break through walls
invading cells
feasting upon ideas
until
at last
there was only
silence....
7:51 PM - 10/2/2009 - comments {0} - post commentThe Lost ShadowThe Lost Shadow
Consciously I let
one flame burn away
which has for so long
always been, but dead lights
while another ignites
from its form dim
flickering...
a trading of memories
when old obsessions
must finally die
(perhaps temporarily)
another taken in full passionate
earnest
to be carried
in stoic silence
a private tragedy.
But you are there
somewhere among
the cosmic sphere
perhaps now lost forever
(a shooting star)
It is always the Judas touch
that I seek
forsaking the obtainable
for what hovers
(moth-wings)
just out of reach.
Our moments
were vanquished
but I long again
for that forbidden taste
(we are all chalice seekers of a kind)
I quest for shadows,
a shadow
that looms
monumentally
before me
if only you knew
could know
(the irony)
that I have survived
because of you,
already in the dark gloom
I hear a chuckle
but perhaps you would shudder
at a potential goodness,
an offer of light
squashed away.
I needed to embrace darkness
you languished upon a tragedy queen
and calluses grew on top of scars
so I am but an echo
of your words
which follow me.
While you may rise
I fall,
but somewhere
in the middle
we still recognize ourselves
if only the strings of fate
can be resewn
where we both
ignorantly severed the flow.
4:31 PM - 9/13/2009 - comments {0} - post commentEmpty ShadowsEmpty Shadows
Perhaps it is too late
last chances
and final glances....
I have waited
too long
and now you have
slipped away
forever by chance
to hover
somewhere
within the stratosphere
somewhere
beyond me.
There is no blame
only a laughing fate
watching from the shadows
of my mind
you create
and still I hear
the words
once spoken
and still I see
the things
that will never
become.
Each of us
caught in these webs
we have spun so carefully
but fail to navigate
left at the mercy
of a distant breeze
to scatter our memories
and carry us away.....
al the time
twisting inside myself
the hesitation
now
conviction comes
renewed determination
when there is nothing left
but the empty space
my choice made
in indecision
time loosing patience
stole you away
for a finality
I always resisted.
11:25 PM - 9/12/2009 - comments {0} - post commentParade of the DeadParade of the Dead
Some may prefer
to dwell upon their
broken tears
and wallow in the
ruins of the past,
they are always looking
back to the ashes
of distant tragedy.
While harassing
those long dead
trying to rest peacefully
within their graves.
Fading memories
dug up and paraded
through our streets
of despair
as so many of the
new dead slip away
beneath our notice,
their own lives
made to appear
some how worth
less,
because fate did not
ordain that they die in
monumental, historic,
heroic deaths,
yet they are still human,
and they still bleed
and leave others
behind to grieve.
So many choose
to walk as the tortured
damned of Dante
with heads screwed on backward
ever looking behind,
and the future becomes
only dust through
our fingertips,
blindly passed away.
5:03 PM - 9/11/2009 - comments {0} - post commentEcho of a ShadowEcho of a Shadow
Where are you....
the question tumbles through my mind
chaos quivers through my being
and I search inside myself
to discover something once lost
perhaps never to be found
the fringes of my soul
as feelers, tresses of a spider's web
cast out for you
to touch something of the fallen
to tremble in waiting anticipation
you disappeared into the shadows
but I too move through darkness
that we may meet again
somewhere between
a reality and a dream
I collapse into myself
broken bones
broken shards
of a questing soul
will I again find myself
at your feet
The echoes of your words
carry me away
have carried me through
no I have never forgotten
you are immortal within me
but perhaps
to you
I am nothing more
than some fading
black and white
yellow tinged
decaying
memory.
6:51 PM - 9/9/2009 - comments {0} - post commentVoices Are RealVoices Are Real
Whispers in my mind
quiet suggestions
gentle murmurings
carressive urgings
The voices awakened
inside of me
sweet temptations
tender trespasses
beautiful lies
Tantalized by your words
leading my astray
down your thorny roads
guide me in the darkness
touched by phantom lips
stroking my thoughts
Invisible tongues
corrupting innocence
weaving your webs
draw me in deeper
Subliminal solicitations
strengthen your resolve
for bittersweet lies
transverse to sour truths
falling in your tragedy
whisked in your deviations
sliding into demise
As we become one
6:24 PM - 9/4/2009 - comments {0} - post commentFrom Dust RebornFrom Dust Reborn
I gather myself up
from the collected dust;
coils ready to spring:
anticipating the moment
in
a
drop
of
sweat
My liquid eyes
dripping
with regret
beneath stilted blinds
among fallen debris;
While preparing myself
to rise up
from
the
smothering
ash
so long kept
in
suffocation
Wipe the cobwebs
from my eye lash
and stand
beneath
the
beams
from the
ruins
of my
cracked
veneer
seeing slivers
of
myself
fall
away....
I stood
chafed
in new
skin!
2:13 PM - 9/4/2009 - comments {0} - post commentCold EmbraceCold Embrace
Winter's blush 4:02 PM - 8/26/2009 - comments {0} - post commentDouble-Sided HapiHapi is an Egyptian god of the Nile characterized as having the parts of both a man and a woman and ruling over a harem which consists of gods and goddeses. This poem is meant to capture the duel aspect of Hapi, as well as the duel nature of the river known for its extremes between flooding and ebbing.
Double-Sided Hapi
Woman's fertile waters
preserves life in sweet nourishment
as she impregnates rivers flow
before it recedes into desert sands
awaiting for the floods to emerge
that drown out the dry spell of dust
and allow life once more to thrive
she preserves us.
2:02 PM - 8/25/2009 - comments {0} - post commentJourneymanJourneyman
I'm drifting down
the desert sea
just before I realize
the death of me
so close your eyes
and go to sleep
what is left in this life?
Can't you see
our fallen harmony
just one last breath
to take me away
don't try to follow me
through the desert wind.
I've been beaten back
to the edge
just let me go
to my end
and in dreaming you'll see
shaman eyes watching
out for you.
Trust in me and
do not wake
we'll wander through
the golden sand
on a quest
to free our souls.
One last drop
before I go
where I must stand
in truth alone
you must never wake
from this vision.
The moment you realize
all was wrong
and loose your faith
in this illusion
I will disappear into the sun.
So don't let go
of your fevered dream
and walk with me
in your soul
across the desert snow.
12:13 PM - 8/23/2009 - comments {0} - post commentCosmic PaletteCosmic Palette
I dream in shades
that are non-existent
for I weary of all
the standard hues,
I will make up color
schemes as I go along
for pigments that are yet
to have names.
No vocabulary
to explain the tints that I see,
perhaps one day I will
paint a picture
invisible to our reality
and then you will have to
simply believe in spectra
not made from blues, reds,
and yellows.
Such colors that would
bend all natural laws
and exist purely for
their own accord,
reinventing all that we
ever thought we knew.
4:23 PM - 8/18/2009 - comments {1} - post commentVisitation of a MothVisitation of a Moth
White flush
sweet moonlit kiss
a pure midnight beauty
your wings whisper against my face
how others will shun my nocturnal muse
silent trespasses into my room
guided by candle light
a liquid soul
white blush.
10:19 AM - 8/18/2009 - comments {0} - post commentWomen Between UsWomen Between Us
Domesticity
slides through our fingertips
or maybe it ineffectively glides
it is suggestive
of something lost
rediscovered
offensive
surrounding idle life
whispers behind backs
admired
insulting
something of old comfort
that degrades behind the scenes
flowery language
a quiet heroic life
it's surrounded in reminiscence
as things revolve
ever changing
a sad half-comical picture
of youth entrapped in these
conventional frames
even as they stand above
with downcast eyes
but always there
without apologizing
though sometimes with
a whimper and a hush
it tries to hide
against the angry glare
the right or wrong of it
only half-matter
in the glaring light
of unbreaking obscurity.
7:33 PM - 8/5/2009 - comments {0} - post commentThe Death of ArtThe Death of Art
My fingers manage
to just graze the
broken glass
but this is not
another poem about bleeding;
let the shards speak
for themselves
for nor do I wish
to talk of reflections
and shattered reality,
leave behind
those painted words
that offer no sacrifice
but of the self,
for living in a stagnant pool.
Renouncing myself
to breath with greater ease
and I shall spin a tale
not of love and hate
but of a moment
a now
a realization that from here
there is no where else to go
it is all either death and life,
perceptions and misconceptions,
Nothing more is sacred,
it is all now been under the glass
and left scattered in figments
of our varied pigments
which tell the same old stories
mirrored in arachnid eyes.
10:24 AM - 7/28/2009 - comments {0} - post comment
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