The Angel

From the mournful depths of a sinister cave
teeming with ancient spiteful shards
arose the angel from its dusty grave
to unbury herself and all fragments discard.
Springing through a beam of gleaming
flourescence she did tenderly make her ascent
in flaming skin from which a glint was steaming
and neath eyes from which flickering hazel was sent.
Her wings coated rich in metallic gold,
she spoke eloquence my heart did behold.
She wrapped me in felicity,
tearing me from my crippled seat
to toss me in her joyous sea.

Loss

Once, I did foreshadow
what was to come about;
I knew the notions gathered
would be a grievous clout.
Palpaple was the past
but even more its aftermath,
for nothing else could have cast
from the precious marvel last
but my anguish so steadfast.
For inevitable was its retire,
and I could not extinguish,
could not deplete the fire
of somber when did it singe the attire
of my sweet serpent of a liar
that was my own soul on some level higher
of sad, a sadness for the absence most dire.
And a fallicious snake I had been to me
for ever clutching the cruel decree
to think somehow it would not leave.
But abandoned have I been,
and where fault lies is not wherein
nor who on but rather on my own sin
which pressed for loss, no battle's win.

Cigarette

A cigarette is all that rests
upon the lips above the breasts
of the swooning dove on her tainted chest
for her heart has bled a soup
thick to clog her throat
and all sweet now with which she has to bloat
is lone the sacchariferous smoke

Melancholy Sky

Tis a somber tune
that crept upon the stars.
with distortion does it croon
as melancholy it regards.
And melancholy's all it is,
the sky in its abbhored fit
as it relinquishes the bliss
once floating with a goldness lit.

Hipocracy

To negotiate the righteous
is to stir about the wrong,
For what seeker of any kindness
could withstand the bloodshed long
as the weaponry does tower up
just as does the sinister prevail
when permitted is it to seep
beneath the good's shielding veil.

evil time

For the endlessness I pour my cry,
for if no end, no definition arrives.
The insignificance is all too devoid;
I weep for what boundless time has soiled.
It's infiltrated all satisfaction;
it's ransacked the every distraction,
for all was pillaged by its detraction.

Dawn

The steam of night's brew,
the dawn's gentle dew,
is the fountain of day anewed.
Has it crept from the earth,
or was from sea unearthed,
no matter, it is the only hearth.
For when erupts the sun,
its freshness all too blunt,
the fountain is into lunged.

Starlight

Could for my sun not a thing compensate,
for what ever is else is a thing irate.
There's not a ray of jubilance righteous
aside from mine but a hindrance, heinous.
A sky void of the star of mine
is a sky ablaze in wasted time,
For what is there if not my saint
but a nothingness or else a taint.
A dawn to dusk barren of my luster
can nothing be but a despaired old shutter.
For what is lord and does all splendor muster
but mine and be it not, only all the duskier.

I wanna be like you

An incandescence is on your marble skin,
illumination seeps from your fingertips!
You have artistry on each wisp of hair thin
and your portraits hang too on your lips.
Tell me what bounty have you stocked,
what phoenix is it that you shed?
You've puzzles and secrets from me blocked,
and I beg to know what has made your grandeur bled!
Do tell me what has your muse articulated,
for all your divinity I wish to yield.
Confess how you've kindled what you've created,
So I may touch this exaltation unreal.

diary of a slave

I shall contort all my limbs if it will assail my master with any ease.
I shall slaughter all my whims if it will guard my master of my disease.

Strip me of my pride and maim me in your consummate honor;
For my veins I would let dry had my blood to such glory gone for.

Cleanse

Eyes are cursed to be blessed;
the fallious must come before fact.
For what joy can over any eye be dressed
if that eye beholds no trevail of the past.
And what can be seen of the truth,
if indistinguishable is a lie,
not a thing can be seen by the sleuth
if upon no untruth has he spied.

Ears bleed before sealed with melody;
the music sparks only after the silence.
For what instrument can play any degree
of sound if quiet has not first triumphed.

Heart, don't depart

My heart wanes back into the night sky,
an abysmal pit all too forlorn.
And roosting lone is my soul to cry
for it's me my treasured gem has scorned.
Some wire has cleaved it from me,
and the wire my esteemed has welded.
For unwittingly it spurned to not see
That within only I it is sheltered.

Love Over Lies

There rests a castle of rubies
amidst imprisonment;
Lies in it abundant seas
of sincerity, the merriment.
Upon a hill of feigned life,
is the supple satin of kings,
and a king is one ever rich with the strive
to brew the best song he can sing.
And all the songs of such sumptuous taste
were extracted of most inspiring a face;
This is the face of love divine,
the frank felicity arched over cries.

The Hours

Time is the shackle
binding my shaken bones,
the villainous chain
wound tightly round my moans.
The clock declares our slavery
with each ticking tremble,
and mercilessly I'm thrust down
to with it slowly crumble.

I shiver within these chinks
encrusted with caniving shards,
And weep for what talons have crippled me,
who dealt me these cold cards!
Yet I know too well each puncture
is from knives the hours sculpted,
for the hours are my master
and I'm their exhausted puppet.

Love Potion

He has hoisted me into the heavens,
for his remedy was a superb cider.
The bubbling potion I guzzled in seconds,
for irresistably it glided.

What a victory to fill the hollow center
that had chewed from deep within;
And now it's plugged with emeralds,
each polished to a twinkling grin.

His face, my portal to a sacred magic,
beams frosted with ample artistry.
His hands tucked, to move too tragic,
behold my sentiment with mystical mystery.

Indeed, his poison of enchantment I've drunk
And drunk til not a tiny trickle remained.
And my heart, once a corpse now a laden trunk,
Stows all intoxication and is free of any stain.

Sad Song

The world offers no beads of nectar today;
It is dry and wrinkled with somber old age.
Lain before me is emptiness alone portrayed;
And in the cruel bleak of it I am encaged.

Not a blade of grass nor drop of dew could glisten,
My heart could not purr with such joy.
There is not a word spoken of charm I could listen,
Nor may I pet any jem or blissful toy.

The sun weeps behind ominous clouds;
The sky grimly frowns in despair.
For all servents of mather nature around
Know today that she simply can't care.

Today is the day gloom prevails;
As the babble of creatures has ceased,
for a sullenness has set everywhere,
and illumination has quietly deceased.

Fill A Page

Lying restlessly before me, a void arena
seduces me into its barren plain.
How infatuated I am to fabricate;
How I crave to concoct words most untamed!

Fidgeting with fantasies, my mingling mind
does too many images attempt to describe.
So bedazzling is its plethora of ideas aligned;
How it aches to mold the most dazzling design!

I hunger to engrave upon the bare,
for the marvels of the world I yearn to share.
For each glimmer of glory my eyes have caught,
lasts a wish to mirror to all the beauty sought.

Aaaah

My arms, coiled bones and wary flesh,
envelop a manifestation, vivaciously fresh.
My songs sing for this instant I know no less,
So I secure the elation tightly to my breast.
What a lustrous light I've stared.
The stars could not compare.
No, they fall back to the abyss of dark
whilst my luster is glazed in blaze ever stark.

king, hold your kingdom

A flood of fervor swiftly swept away
the shards of past, stinging days.
A kingdom is this newfound splendor,
how grandeur this palace of a place.
But from fragile threads it dangles,
for its master is one and one alone.
Pray the wizard make no shambles
of the gold plated pillars he's grown.

mend me

It was in a meadow of euphoria
that I was finally mended..

The poison once cursing my heart
burnt quickly to ash of no harm.
For whence came the ecstasy of embrace
but when my hands brushed your gentle face?

Not a moment ever passed before
that on such a cloud of smitten did I sit,
till came the dawn that mended me,
when did you caress my draining fit.

What a crown of divinity you had
and to think you saw me in royal light!
What ever made me beam with that
was alone your approaching sight.

I gazed in surprise as you reached,
ebbing closer in such loving fashion,
you gathered me nearer as you beseeched
and my heart to yours promptly fastened.

The Seas Never Lay

From the sea, angry waves roll in
brimming with tumultuous froth.
For this is the sea of wrath,
and fate hinges on its unbalanced game.

This water of utter black thrashes
beneath a sun, its sheen of pearls;
the pulsing rays trample the fury
of the waves as they topple in a curious fluster.

The sun's beams speak the voices of angels,
quelling the great vengeance of the waters,
And begging calm to come,
to relinquish the frenzy of the foam.

Yet what does perverse the warm spell,
but the might of wind and storm,
refusing to let so easy the quell
take within hate a new form.

Daydream

Sweet daydream,
I will plummet into your sacred bed of fairy tales.
So I may flush the consciousness of beating hearts,
the pulses all around me, so haunting..
Do press them behind my sky.
Only one I shall pluck to dream of
And that one purges the muddled confessions
from all I ever winced for.
And erupting will be the contracting swarm
of mockingbirds flittering neath my chest.
For, daydream, what euphoria are you,
to have my heart by you kissed.