Prime Motivator

THE AFTERSHOCK OF DREAM
THE SWIRLING OF THOUGHTS
TUMBLING THROUGH THE BACKWASH
EQUILIBRIUM, ZERO
VERTIGO...

TERRIFIED,
OF A NAMELESS SOMETHING
CHASED
THROUGH FIELD
UNDER BRUSH
AND THICK LEAF...

EXHAUSTED
NO TIME TO BLINK
RUNNING ON PURE INSTINCT

WATER DRIPS
ECHOES FROM THE SINK
...WIDE AWAKE


Nothing Extravagant 

SAVE YOURSELVES
WHILE THERE'S STILL TIME
RUN TOWARD THE HORIZON,
FAST AS YOU CAN
SPARE NOTHING & NO ONE
WHO STANDS IN YOUR WAY
THEY'LL BE SWEPT UP BY TOMORROW
OR CARRIED OFF TODAY...
ALL THE ALTARS & GODS HAVE BEEN ABANDONED,
JUST YESTERDAY
...IF THE CHILD CRAWLS AT DAWN
AND THE MAN, TRAVERSES THE DAY
IS IT, THE WISE OLD MAN, WHO PASSES THE TIME FADING AWAY?


Voice

The walls between each & every one of us
Are imagined...
And the mind is a terrible thing to waste...

So from the time we are young,
We are trained...
This is the human way...

Imaginations, shaping imaginations
Forming machinations
Piston... gear... lever...

Clever by will, not by design...
Highly adaptive...
Extremely dangerous...

Calamity... natural disaster...
A runaway swiveling appendage
Mother's finest disappointment...
The prodigy


Epicenter

Absorbed...
Marching ant formations
Within the confines of my shadow
Ray Ban's & designer uniforms
Wings beat to a monotone hum...
Worker bees in search of the perfect blossom
The grass moves...
Below, the multitudes...
A simple illusion,
Through which
One can glimpse
The transcending nature of our world


Ignition

You can see,
If you really look close enough...
The world simplifies & over-simplifies
Itself...
Atmosphere...
Reality...
Environment...
The gentle casque of dream
And the awareness of existence
Splashing water in one's face
Reaching for awakeness


Confirmation

It,
Stares at me
As I stare back
At myself...
Through a window
Off a mirror surface
The image lasts
Only as a shadow cast
...yet even through crystal
nothing could be clearer
Scream or whisper
The message is the same


Pessimist 

Our love for others
Forms the bridge
That seals the gaps
Between each other...

A tear shed, in sadness
A tear bled, for laughter...

Sometimes a smile
Is reserved for when
One's neck hangs in noose...
Our kind has all too often
Equated tragedy with disaster...

...And when the thread of life wears thin,
You begin to feel the walls close in,
Too close for comfortable skin...

Remember, the atmosphere of this world
Offers only the comfort
Of the unforgiven


Emotional Silk

WHISPERING SOUL...

DREAM WALKER, DANCING ON BURNING HORIZON...
EACH UNDULATION
EACH SWEEPING MOTION
ECHOING
HER SUBLIME SONG...
AND I AM BUT THE SNAKE
CHARMED...
IN THE DEPTHS OF SLEEP, WE MEET
ASTRAL PLANE
BURSTS INTO FLAME
AS OUR, PASSIONATE ENCOUNTERS ARE TO BLAME
..AND LONGING FILLS OUR DAYS
THOUGH COMPLETELY ABSENT OF PAIN
THOGHTS OF HER
SO CALMLY RESASSURING
CACTUS BLOSSOM & WARM DESERT RAIN


Trance

SHADOWY FIGURE STANDS OVERHEAD
LEGS SPREAD...
MOONLGHT ILLUMINATING ONE HALF,
THE OTHER BATHING IN DARKNESS
ITS HIPS SWAY, AS IT RAISES ITS HANDS
BRINGING THEM TOGETHER
TO FORM A HALO...
RHYTHMIC...
ITS DANCE, HYPNOTIZING...
EACH SUBLIME TWIST
AS ITS WEIGHT SHIFTS,
AND ITS BODY CURLS INTO THE AIR
STEALS MY BREATH...
ITS GLORIOUS SILHOUETTE
TRANSLATES INTO A SONG OF LOVE
ITS MOTION, THE CRACK OF A WHIP
EYES WIDE, LICKING LIPS...
THERE'S THIS COZY INTIMACY...
THIS... WARM, HOME ENERGY
I LOVE WHAT YOU DO TO ME


Simple Majik

SHIMMERING EYES,
BENEATH BLACK CURLS
NIGHT EMBRACING HER SMILE...
MYSTIC
THE LOOK SHE WEARS
FORM SCULPTED
...GENTLE
NATURAL
THERE IS LAUGHTER
HAPPILY
DANCING IN HER SOUL...
LISTEN CLOSE,
YOU CAN HEAR IT CALL...
AND AS SHE PASSES BY
THE SCENT OF UNKNOWN FLOWERS
TRAILS BEHIND...
LIKE A SPELL
CAST UPON THE MIND


Ember

SHARP, CRISP LIGHT GLINTING FROM OFF
RUSTY DESERT STONES...
STONED...
THE HOT WIND BLANKETING
BODY & SOUL...
EACH DRAG & EXHALE,
A BLOSSOM OF ASH
BLOWN TO THE WIND...
SOWN LIKE SEEDS, OVER ROCK & SAND
TO DANCE WITH SIDEWINDER & SCORPION...
CRESCENT MOON & EVENING STAR
LINGER ON THE PORCH STEP OF THE SUN
HOURS BEFORE THEIR TIME,
SHARING IN THE GENTLE GLOW OF THE SKY..
WHISTLING THE BREEZE AMBLES BY,
DUST DEVILS TRAILING BEHIND...
THE MYSTERIES OF UNTOLD MILLENIA
ROLL WITH THE DUNES, TUMBLING OFF
INTO THE DISTANCE, WITHOUT WITNESS...
THE SOLAR GIANT HAS CLEARED A SLEEP SPACE
IN THE QUIET HILLS OF THE WEST...
AND I SHIFT, TO A MORE COMFORTABLE POSITION,
BENEATH AN EMPIRE OF STARS,
FINDING REST


Gathered for Escape

RARE BLOSSOM, A THREE DIMENSIONAL BLUE
TWILIGHT'S GIVE OR TAKE, ON TIME FOR ITS ONW FUNERAL
...THE FLICKER OF MELLOW LIGHT, BEHIND A GLASS OF ANEJO TEQUILA
AND WINTER FINDS HERSELF GASPING FOR BREATH
SUMMER...THE STEALER...
A GENTLE BREEZE SOFT AND COMFORTING
WITH SUBTLE ACCENTS OF JASMINE
...FIREFLIES DANCING...
HARD DAY'S WORK PAID FOR BY RESTING


A Plot Against

TO BURY THE PAST
ONE NEEDS ONLY A CONSTANT LIE
...THE PAST CAN BE MURDERED
AND RECONCEIVED IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT
...FROM ONE DAY TO THE NEXT
IN FACT AEONS BEFORE WE COULD READ OR WRITE
WE PROCLAIMED OURSELVES
WORTHY ENOUGH TO GOVERN HAPPENSTANCE
...AND STILL AS IF IN REVERANCE TO ALL OF OUR ANCESTORS
WE DO IT IN TOTAL DISREGARD OF CONSEQUENCE


...And Now

SO, CONCERNS SLIP BENEATH THE TIDES
OF MYRIAD THOUGHTS
...AND ALL'S NOT LOST SO MUCH
AS IT IS A'WASH...
CLOTHED IN NAKEDNESS,
TOO MANY ISSUES TO ADDRESS
BUT THEY NIP LIKE KNATS,
...AND NOSTALGIA
IS SUCH A STRANGE CONCEPT
DAYS PASS, WITHOUT A MOMEMENT OF SLEEP
...AND THE BLADE I CLUTCH
HAS A LONGING FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S NECK,
WOMEN & SMALL CHILDREN ARE THE BEST...
I FANCY THE STORM CLOUD AND
STORIES OF HOW THE ANGELS WEPT
...THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT DAYS OFF
THAT CAUSE ME TO DROP OFF
WITH LITTLE OR NO SOLACE


Alienation

ITS FEET
PLANTED FIRMLY, ON THE ROCK
ITS EYES
PIERCE THROUGH TO THE BEYOND
IT KNOWS
...AND IS AS OF YET UNAWARE OF ITS TRUE HOME
THE REVOLUTION FOUGHT FROM INSIDE ITSELF
...THE PULSE OF THE LIFE FORCE
THROUGH, A SINGULAR SHARED VEIN
WITH A BILLION DIFFERENT POINTS OF VIEW
...THE FRAYED ENDS OF A MAGNIFICENT TAPESTRY
THE PLOT ENSUES


Vessel

...A glass vessel
Completely filled with water
And sealed...
At its center, a stone
Hovering, suspended...
The water surrounding it
Slowly begins to flux & ripple...
The ripples slap up against
The sides of the glass
And fall back in on themselves,
As the stone spins,
On an axis all its own...
The force, which propels it, unknown...
How long will the glass hold?
What unit of measure do you apply, to a thing beyond control?


Ancient's Reflection

SKY OVERHEAD OF THE AGES
UNDER SEIGE BY SANGUINARY CLOUDS
UNFOLDING THEMSELVES...
WEAVING & UNWEAVING
DRIFTING CLOSELY... TWISTING FAR BEYOND
AS ANCIENT WHISPERS CUT THROUGH THE SOUL
OF A CHILD WITH STRANDS OF SUN IN ITS HAIR
...MOTHER CAUGHT THE TEARLETS,
SHE WORE A SIMPLE SMILE
AND LAID A HUSHED LULLABY
ON THE EARS OF THE CHILD
...A WOMB WOVEN DISPLAY OF CARE, LOVE'S SCENT SLIPPED
THROUGH THE CRACKS OF SWEET EMBRACE
THE CHILD CLUNG CLOSE, AS IF FEARING TO FALL ON, INTO SPACE
...DEEP IN THE WOMB WHERE THE LOVING IS COOL
THE DREAMER SHUTS ITS EYES, AND MOTHER SINGS IT SAFE
ESCAPE, WITHIN THE RAPTURE OF THE NIGHTMARE...
BURNING, SINKING...
TINY CHILD, HID SAFE BY DREAMING
ON SOME FAR OFF ALIEN SHORE
WHERE THE TENDRILS OF THIS WORLD
CAN HURT NO MORE...
WITH ONLY A BLANKET OF DREAMS
AND A BROKEN HEART


Blonde, Blue Eyes

Slack jawed
Mouth, agape...

Thin layer of sweat
Accentuates her breasts...

Tough fit brassier
One size too small...

One year, three months
Til legal...

She averts each gaze
But likes it, with the lights on


Anthem for the...

AS BLIND AS THE NEXT MAN
STAGGERING, STUMBLING THROUGH THIS LABYRINTH
...STEPPING, BRICK TO BRICK
FEELING ONES WAY ALONG, ARMS & HANDS OUTSTRETCHED
...EACH PASSING OBSTACLE SEPARATES THE FIRST MAN FROM THE LAST
...DESTINY MUST BE SOUGHT OUT TO BECOME MANIFEST
...THE STRUGGLE FOR PARADISE
AND THE PROPHECIES OF ITS CONQUEST
HAVE FOUND WITHIN US
A PLACE OF DEATHLESS REST


Autumnal

THE FIRST LEAVES OF THIS, NEW AUTUMN
HAVE FALLEN...
THE FOREST FLOOR WILL GATHER THEM UP
AND PUT THEM TO WORK AS MULCH
...PRE-SPRING FERTILIZER
THE DEAD GRASS, THE WORMS, THE MOISTURE
THE MUSTY SCENT OF DECAYING LIFE BELLOW
THE FIRMAMENT
THE COOLING CALM THAT ROLLS ACROSS,
WINTER'S FINE SENTIMENT...
THE AXIS SPINNING... BENT
LEANING FURTHER FROM THE SUN
...MIND YOU
OF ALL FOUR SEASONS
SHE, IS THE MOST FRAGILE ONE
LISTEN CLOSELY FOR THE FAINT YET CRISP
TIMBER OF HER VOICE
IT IS NOT ONE OF COMPROMISE,
BUT NONE THE LESS COMPLETE...
I REMEMBER, SHE ONCE TOLD A TALE
OF STRATEGIC DEFEAT...

"DRAW THEM IN, LULL YOUR ENEMIES
INTO BELIEVING YOU'RE WEAK...
AS AS THEY CELEBRATE THEIR VICTORY,
SLIT THEIR THROATS WHILST THEY SLEEP."


SUCH IS HER APPROACH, THE BLOSSOMS WITHER
WITH HER SLIGHTEST TOUCH,
THE LEAVES BROWN & FALL TO THEIR DEATH
WITH HER FAINTEST BREATH...
SHE IS THE ELABORATE GATEWAY
WHICH GAURDS THE WASTELAND OF WINTER
THE SIGNS ARE
COLD IN THE AIR & GROUND
& A CHANGE IN THE COLORS OF NATURE
WHILE WINTER IS DEATH
SHE IS BUT A WHISPER


Lapping Azure 

RIPPLING, CRACKLING
DANCING...
YET, WITHOUT BREAKS IN MOTION
ITS LUMINOUS REFLECTION, FLUID...
UNLIMITED AS THE BODY, ITSELF...
ASYMMETRY...
WAVE...CURRENT...
FLOOR...SHELF...
OVERABUNDANCE
WITHOUT STARVATION OR WEALTH
...IT IS CHAOS PERCEIVED
ONLY ON THE SURFACE
AS OTHERS VIEW OTHERS
WITHOUT KNOWLEDGE OF SELF,
DEFINITION OF PURPOSE


Banished 

I weep
Aloud
Out of longing for my homeland...
Oh! How I wish to gaze once more
Upon her pale familiar shores
To see charon's gilded onyx tower
Glistening in the pale light
Of the land of the dead...

Trapped here, amongst
These doe-eyed mortals
Damned, to live...

I cannot recall my crimes
Nor, little more than fragments
Of my former self...

This place,
Lacks the glorious beauty
Of the lifeless..
I miss standing atop
The isle of sorrow
Overlooking,
The sea of souls
...for their wailing moans
Now compliment my own


Beachcombers 

WINGS FOLDED UNDERNEATH
GREAT WARMTH IN THE FLOCK
A CONSTANT COOING,
BLANKETS THE MORNING
PLUMAGE RUFFLED HERE & THERE
THE COUPLES, KNEADING EACH OTHER'S FEATHERS
AS OTHERS STAND & STILL OTHERS PACE
CRUMBS TOO EARLY TO HAVE FALLEN
...WAVES CRASHING ON THE BEACH
IT'S ALWAYS SOFTER IN THE HOURS
BEFORE THE HUMANS WAKE
THOUGH THE FIRST COMERS
MOSTLY KEEP TO THEMSELVES
LIKE HERMET CRABS TO THEIR SHELLS...
SUN, SOON TO RISE
BURNING UP THE SHORELINE
THICK WITH MORNING MIST...
WE SCAVENGE IN SHIFTS


Birth

BLIND MOTHER DAWN, SPREADS THE ANCIENT WINGS
OF HER FAIR VISION...
TO BASK ONCE MORE IN THE RICH SPLENDOR
OF THE LIVING...
LIFE'S FRAIL STEEL, ROARS IN AWAKENING
...AND THE GOLDEN BEASTS OF THE PALACE
RACE ROUND IN FEROCIOUS FRENZY
TO FEED A STARVING EMPTINESS
UNKNOWN
YET EVER HUNGRY...
GROWING HUNGRIER

FROM OFF THE SWEET STAINED LIPS
OF FINCHES & MORNING SPARROWS
...SUBTLY PLEASING, SILVE SONG
SETS THE HEARTS RIPE BLOSSOM AFIRE
...WITH THE RAGE OF LOVING WARMTH
FROM WHICH WE HAVE FALLEN
...OR SHUNNED
NEVER AGAIN, TO FULFILL THE CIRCLE
...THAT IS THE VOID WE FEAR, ETERNAL
...AND THOSE ARE THE FEARS WITH COAX
WITH STRANGE LIES & A PRETTY DRESS

OPEN HANDS OF REGRET & REDEMPTION
SHAKE, AS THEY REACH OUT, IN PITY
...YET, WITH A HINT OF BETRAYAL
FOR MONSTERS SMILE MOST BEAUTIFUL

BELLOW THE SURFACE OF THE SKIN
ECLIPSED SOUL SOAKS FATHOMLESS VISTAS
OF FRESH MORNING DREAM,
AND THE ANCIENT HORROR
OF TWILIGHT NIGHTMARE...

A SINGLE RAY FROM MIDNIGHT GODDESS
BLESSES WITH FEATHERED CARESS
THE SEARED FLESH,
OF THIS
WORLDS AGE OLD MINIONS...

TO FIND ROOTS & GROW TO BLOOM
...IN MAJESTIC VIOLENCE
ONCE AGAIN...
IN THIS WAY, WE'RE ALL DAMNED


Catalyst 

There are people whom say
"Things have always been this way"
Yet still lack the name
And go on following rules
Though they don't know the game
An endless quest for an unknown gain


Body Heat 

HER BODY TAKES IN AIR
FILLING HER WITH LIFE...
HER EYES, DRAWN CURIOUSLY
TOWARDS SOMETHING IN THE DISTANCE
...HER IMAGINATION RUNNING WILD
HER POSE STATUESQUE
FLAWLESS...
LIGHT AND SHADOW
COVER EACH HUNGRY CURVE
IN A DUEL TO THE DEATH...
SHE RADIATES SENSUAL ELECTRICITY
LIKE A LIVE WIRE...
HER GIFTS UNTO THEE:

WATER FROM THE MOUTH
BLOOD TEARS IN THE EYES
AND A LOVE THAT WILL LIVE
PAST THE GRAVE


A Word... or 24

Every voice is unheard
Every word misconstrued
Misunderstood
...ancient lines
are newly defined
the blur of truth & lie prevails
through ever changing rhyme


Lepra


RUST COVERED INARDS,
ACID COURSES THROUGHOUT
THERE IS NO REST, NO PEACE,
NEITHER IN SLEEP, NOR DREAM...
WORMS DEVOURING BRAINS
THE SKIN, SICKEND BY ITSELF...
EQUILIBRIM SUSPENDED,
PERHAPS, INDEFINITELY...
SPORADIC LIGHT, FLASHING
DISAPPEARING & REAPPEARING...
FAINT HINTS OF THE BEGINNING
OF NAUSEA, THOUGH ALIEN
TO ME... THE BODY LAUNCHING
LIMBS IN SEARCH OF ITS OWN
COMFORT... HEAD REELING...
SPINAL COLUMN HOLLOWED BY
FRAYED NERVES & ECESSIVE
DRUG USE...
WRETCHED... WORTHLESS...
THE HAND THAT FEEDS BITTEN
SPAT UPON...
DISMALLY SMUG...
MAN'S WORLD, NAKED, WITHOUT
WINDOW-DRESSING...
AS FRAGILE AS BLADES OF GRASS
TEAMING WITH BUGS...

THEIR CHILDREN!
THEIR HOMES!

EQUALLY WITHOUT REGARD
OR LOVE...
EVEN THE STARS THEMSELVES
FALL FROM ABOVE


Copout

A prayer is said to resonate
Within the ears of God...
A desperate cry,
From out the mouths
Of hapless animals...

...Though there is no holy breath
To purge us of living,
No condemning flame
Bellow, waiting...
Its perfect, that's all I'm saying...


Shudder at the Thought

A pair of angels
Banished...
Separated...

Their souls cast
Into the prison
Of the flesh...

The tie, which binds them
Greater than love & more absolute
Than one's final breath...

Wayward souls enveloped
Embracing
Heart's heavy,
With despairs
weight...

With
ultimate hunger
They stare each other down
Like
rabid animals...

And their bond
Together
Forms a deep red sun...

Confined & condemned
Forever to swim
In their own
Colorful light...

Blood, roses, wine...


Circular Ceremony 

HANDS AND KNEES PRESSED EARTHWARD
HEAD BOWED IN REVERENCE
BENEATH THE RISE OF THE MORNING SUN
...THE CHILD WIDE AWAKE
EYES CONSUMED BY DREAM
BASKING IN THE DAWN BREEZE
...MOMENTS TRAIL OFF INTO THE PAST
AS EVEN MEMORIES COLLAPSE
AND TWILIGHT, IS JUST THE BEGINNING
OF THE FINAL ACT
...THE BURNING DESCENT OF A STAR
MORE PRECISE THAN MATH
AND WHATEVER IS IN ONE'S HAND
IS THE ANSWER TO ALL QUESTIONS ASKED


Behind the Curtain

Co-written w/ Brittany Griffiths

Call it what it is
Shaky hands & feet
Holding your mug
Don’t make a complete
Ass of yourself
I would rather remain
Part & parcel
Of me
& I am you
Blood… thicker than water?
Perhaps… the thieves code
Is a truism

“We are legion,
the royal we”

That’s what we are
Engines whine… into a roar…
As ancient mysticism
Crashes upon the shores
Of tomorrow
Tonight is the future of today
& the city birds cry
As they feed on scraps
From the heels that pass
& light filters through
the momentary lapses
of clouds…
sunbeam shines down
where time cannot be found
…and yet still be bound
By those whom cannot see
…blind as bats that hungrily feed
on the unwanton…
become forgotten &
the hearts of will
rise through greed
& lust
tapping into eschewed trust
As the fodder of future generations
Collapses into nothing
But the image
Of dirt in memory
As if that is all we’re
Really meant to be
Edging & easing
A playful momentum
Anxiously peeling
The label from the bottle
& though it slips
there is not one wish
that finds its way off
another’s lips
posits pits of hard luck –
bars that sprout
from the mire of distrust,
cupping hands
into a position
to pull at metal cylinders
½ empty of love


[There are no]

Co-written w/ Brittany Griffiths

There are no hard points of fact
No protecting that
With which we cannot connect
No path to walk...
Lest our footprints
Make a mark
At the start
I revolt
& ripple across
The effects of living
Twisted in terror
Imagining images
Which never happened
As the reeling
Fleshes
Out along the strip
Bone dry,
Gut shot from the hip
Not much
Further to limp... on
Street's gold...
Street lights faint... glow
The lull of life's song...
Smoldering...
City shore
Apprehension
Slips into the lake
Of cars
& into every business -
An unsettling affliction
Addicted to the placebo
Blind to destination
Like an uninvited seasonal guest
Oscillating
In quarters
Tilted on an axis
Deciduous, fallen


Two Tongues

Co-written w/ Brittany Griffiths

Trying to get in,
Separated
& torn from
Positive
Licking the surface
Scented, accentuated
By ruthless analogies
& never-ending salad recipes
Sundried, vinaigrette-like
Ripe in kind
To peel its skin
& return
To the center
Pit of existence
Dive bomb
Kamikaze
Swan song
Like lovers encoiled
In the dead of night
Awaiting outcome
Wading,
A wave of warm
Air rises
Circling through the entrance
@ a degree
Of solitude
Suffering the tongue
Pressed against
The subjective palate
Of the object…
Like ½ remembered day dreams
In the light of kings
Of snakes
Swallowing one another’s tails
The hoof,
& the horns
The wolf & her children
The lightning
The vane
…the storm
Shredded skin
Forming new bodies
Malleable
Trimmed & untamed


Vane

Co-written w/ Brittany Griffiths

Side-wind, half mast
…behind a whole mask
Each Finger set to task
Lacking luster, spark or pure plan
…we stand alone
No place to call our home…
A mirage, sizzles on the horizon,
An infinite mirror emerges
Supple illusions
Imprint slowly
Walls of protection, without purity
"...all of us, are trying to find an extension”
“at the length of an arm”
The giving
The understanding
Remembering… Pretending…
Wandering… Forgetting
Self-ashamed & self-assured
Assured assurance
Turned from drink to trust
And I curve my pew to the beat
Of new music


Cycles

Co-written w/ Brittany Griffiths

Open ½ awake
Sealed in sleep
Heels twist,
Lifting into the future
As the piston... laughing slides
And as mind recoiling (rewind)
Stubborn wheels grind
Over toes, tracks
From before
Beneath these all too weary
Planks that swivel & sink
Leaking motion,
Turn along a pinwheel
Perpetually folding in on itself
Tower lost to the will of itself
Drawing neverending tears
Of its own loss, and grace
With fortuitous face

I don't need to recoil


One

Hands touch deep beneath the skin…
she breathes me in…
bleeds me out…
my body her canvas of pleasure and pain
…and I give in
…again
…and again


Two

She kisses me awake
And smiling, rolls over on her side
Desire, playful waiting…searing… Flaming
Her body’s song… dark, hungry…
Moving…
Licking thorns
Teasing, as if innocence
Were a death sentence
…moans in low tones


Three

Love deep
Like razor-blade lacerations
Blood-lust
Foaming at the mouth
Sexually driven mad
Hungry hearts
Craving still hungrier bodies
Eyes & hands do all the talking
Sore muscles
Bruised, bitted & scratched
Saliva drips
Ravenous
Clothes, lost in an ocean of sweat
Hands around each other’s necks


Four

Thin web of spider silk
Traces the doorway
Light catches its strand
Spitting fire from dark cold hands
She whispers MORE
…and I obey
The orchestrator’s commands
Without hesitation nor expectation
…so much more than each moment we share
Naked… vulnerable
And rare


Five

Great red dragon dips his wing
In a pool of black blood
And scrawls a single word:
MUSE
She walks in
Flicks the lights off
And cuts through the darkness
With a gold & silver gaze
Burning down pathways
She spreads her legs


Flipiant Authenticity

If hearts can sing
And spirits dance
Then perhaps,
The laughter in ones eyes
Could mimic the pain
Within ones cries…
And it is this ridiculous
Sentiment, which lends credence
To the meaning of life
Like a kiss or a knife
In the dead of the night…
There is only an initial reaction
No thinking twice
Sun light melts the ice
…The regiment of things,
Circles…
Links to chains…


Golden Spiral

It takes an ample amount of discord
To fuel the furnace, which spins the great wheel….
Odd how the direct result of conflict, is harmony…
Nothing is fixed, the mantle beneath the soil, shifts…
The currents of both ocean and air, drift…
The conundrum in its entirety, is in transit…
Human, galaxy, planet…


The Whisper


A walking rose, graceful from head toe
She comes from where wild things roam…
The flower in her hair, she wears as a charm
Her heart spell, cast like a song…
And with her presence, comes the comforts of home
…Alive is she, like fireflies on a mid-summer’s eve
Or a full moon night, where restless spirits ride…
Lips, draw to each side
Of her mouth & words leak out
To couple & dance with the motionless air…
It’s strange, that you can feel her near
Even when she’s not there…