Enchanted Castle

I can't help but be impressed,Of your ability to play the part,Of the cruel fairy:Biting, humorless bitch.Chasing your loved onesFar far away,Until it's only you and I,A princess and her enchanted castle,Each longing for a wish,That cannot be said aloud,Or else it would shatter,This mirror-world in which we reside.

Godhead

I wonder if this is what comes,When the dreams die,And the Godhead passes,Into the strange thoughts,Of idiot children,Sweet oblivion,Idle longing,A kiss,Gone.

Tear-Thief

Stolen from the riverbed,Her bejeweled tear,A moment of weakness - Hostage Memories -Icy in my palm,Youthful transgressions and fears,That may one dayOnly sting,Rather than draw blood. Hope,O' Fool's Hope,That thinks this river is not pain Herself.

Liberation

Fingers interlocked,Knuckles grazing the rough brick,Flowering blade-petals of pain,Trapped under a flattened gaze - gold and green,The heat of a beating heart,Foggy breaths,Catching,In the cold. Joyless pursuits of an endless sexual revolution.

Riverwalk

Black branches, White petals, Red lips, Green eyes, Blue streams, Colorless breaths, Mingling in the cold.

Black Coffee

There are some mornings, Between the moment when the mist dews on the thin petals of the lilies, And when I sit and stare at my coffee'Was I a good enough boy for cream AND sugar?' -In that one blessed moment - I forget you,And I sigh - a foggy window pane. But then it … Continue reading Black Coffee →

Ours was Once the Storm

Ours was once the storm,Violent and hot, frenzied thunder,How seductively you tore at the world,Disintegrating into raw color,Laughing into vicious whirlwinds,Sobbing into endless rains. The lightning chills remain,In the eye of the storm,The bitter tang of ozone,Still smeared across my lips.

Lest I Forget

Patio lounging. A muse in billowing silk. Arms bared, gentle breeze. Noon-sun sweat and wanton sighs. Breasts rise, hearts flutter. Garnet navel piercing. Hot. The darkest lipstick. Tapping fingers on the hip. Mirrored eyes linger. Her frown is always yearning. A glass of iced tea.

Faithless

Faithless though I am,I am devoted to Her:My cruel, heartless Muse.

Let Lie Less

I've been sleeping more lately,Troubled by ephemeral dreams,That (clichéd though this may be)Feel more real than reality seems.While good for inspiration,I'm concerned nonetheless,For in my waking starvation,I'm becoming less and less. Better, I suppose,To dream and chase phantom love,Than let my soul die.