Sympathy for Fallen Angels

I know why the Angels fell,For I can see heaven in your eyes,And to stave off its defilement,Well, surely that alone is worth hell.

A Longing for Autumn

My love is too delicate for daylight, like dewy imaginations of misty mornings, the soft, cool breath of falling maple leaves, the hush of grassy murmurs in shallow brooks, or the exultations of a wondrous, witchy child waking to the realization that she is finally home.

Guilt, not Regret

You sighed when I spoke last, Kissed me coldly, with pity, And with a caress of my cheeks, You leave. But never gone. You linger on, A faded memory, A phantom pain, To be carried by me, always, Because I cared a little too much, And you never really cared enough, Or maybe it was … Continue reading Guilt, not Regret →

My Muse Chuckles Darkly

Roused I from a dreamless sleepless chill, Summoned to the study, cool and still, to find my patron sleeping deeply, poured over cantos stolen cheaply, Cobbled by whispers of ancient lore, Having discarded me, long before. So, having loved him, rob I his sight, Allow him to dream of endless night, Perhaps the Dark Stars … Continue reading My Muse Chuckles Darkly →

A Prison of my Own Making

I stopped this morning, All the thinking.Gulping air with sightless eyes,The constant bell-ring in my ear,The stabbing knives in my mind,Slowly faded.In my thoughtless breath,I rode free from the flesh,Beyond the blood running hot,And the thousand-thousand thoughts,Coalescing into the mortar-mess,Mortarium,That cages my feverish consciousness.

Sweet Summer Rain

Passing through the thin membrane between Spring and Summer,It is the change of the air,Heady flower musk turned intoxicating,So the rain, heavy rain, falls hot and oppressive.It is the Not-Winter, the thick fecundity of Life,Darkening the air we breathe,Damp and threatening rot,So rains come with the intensityOf an ancient inquisitor,Washing away the filth,And with it, … Continue reading Sweet Summer Rain →

Raindrops on my Cheek

I awoke to raindrops upon my cheek, The window slightly ajar helps me sleep, Though it lets in the storm, now dark and deep. Restless, I sat upon the ledge and peeked, Hoping to catch sight of the lightning streak, That will surely shatter this peace I keep. I know, I know this moment’s peace … Continue reading Raindrops on my Cheek →

An Ode for a Dear Friend

What can be said of your smile, That has not already been written, In the poetry of higher beings, That sing of angels and gods? What can be said of your soul, That has not been likened, To the vespertine spirits, Or to blackheart devils?

Candy Star

Betwixt strands of her colored hair - Red for passion, devil-may-care; Blue of a cool, frivolous air - Frames eyes of a burnished gold, bared, Staring, daring, Only to laugh, then, disappear.

Philosopher, Reborn

A fly in the library, Gorges itself with ancient wisdom, And dies within the day.