And so a cliche I've become, or something like a whoresome nun , and thoughts of us are wholesome none, they blaze above and slice the sun which tears to pieces one by one, my doorways that my demons shun. And memorable I try to be, before the deluge swallows me, of moaning lips both... Continue Reading →
You would think that being absent from here for so long would have had me spewing pent up poetry out of my eyeballs and earballs but, no. There is for the first time ever I think, a block occuring. I say that, but no doubt by the end of this outpouring I will have squeezed... Continue Reading →
Fly me far away from here, from fury's ferrous fist, And kiss my mind with purest love, where none but We exist.
Cold, golden chains, forged by my own two hands, they bind hold and grip from within, A ghost of a key I cannot yet see, will unchain my old soul from its sin.
Words I've said, tear them to shreds, Lay me on a Thousand beds, On the beds, a million nails, Take the place of sheetless sails, Shut me up And stop my voice, Take from me the moral choice, Plunge your hand into my heart And just reset it from the start. Speak the truth and... Continue Reading →
Tea pots often boil. Well, actually they boil if you switch on the heat, so it's not really their fault that they become scalding hot. Although their purpose is to be filled and get hit...no not hit you autocorrect monster, I meant HOT .How dare you presume to know my words before I have said... Continue Reading →
Touch my hand I need you so And in a cliche, don't let go. My lips that crave you, ache to feel A soft caress, a love to steal. Dark hair that whisps upon your skin, As deep I hunger here within, My rivers flow with raging beat It hits these parts that swell with... Continue Reading →
Havocing and wreaking in the constellations of mindful slumber, where only dreams are visible to Horatio and his philosophy, though chided he is for daring to use his imagination. There I reside, wandering through a forest heavy and blanketed with trees, reaching out to me, urging me to keep moving, for I am one of... Continue Reading →
I'm dreaming within my dream. I am in the garden. It is vast and beautiful, I cannot see where it ends and where the forest beyond begins. It is night time again. The moon is full and calling to me. I stand beneath her and worship her incandescent, prepossesing divinity. I wear a loose nightgown,... Continue Reading →