Category Archives: Poetry

Live Wire

A cat framed in lazy repose
With tongue lolled out red as rose
Eyes wide, back arched in a gentle rise
Caught in eternal leathery surprise

The Forgotten

By the corner where shadows convene
Huddles a figure lain unseen
She lies among a litter of corpses
In a field of burning lilies and roses
Her tears falling for those who fell
When they heard the tolling bell
She tries to remember the faces of those
Who have been turned to earthbound ghosts

And in remembering She finds here wings
And Her little [...]

First Erotic

And then there was light
As there was light in the beginning
Hands sliding on the satin of your skin
Tracing the curlicues of your name
Pouring whispers of my love into the crevices
Igniting the air with the liquid fire of our lust

And you shall writhe with the feel
of flesh upon flesh sweat against sweat
The grunts of ecstasy shall [...]

Nature of Promises

Promises are scintillant
Traipsing like snake scales under the sun

Held on to for too long
You wake and find that they are gone.
Dedicated to he who has loved him and her all at the same time. Sugoi.

The Meaning of Jack

You are the sunset
The long awaited rest
The sleep from a day long toil
You are the pillow
Where dreams lie cavorting
The storm after a year’s drought
You are the abundance of the Unicorn’s horn
The cup after the maze

You’re my home after my life’s journey
Dedicated to the one who loved me first. Who loved me most.

Adolfo

And in the morning when we take our walk
Dear, we shall see what the wind has brought
Of what the world has recently won

Love olden in Her deathly crown
Fair haired youth young and true
Or the pregnant mother through and through
dedicated to . Thank you.

Beautiful Scar

I’ve been bad
That’s why my hair got caught

By the nail
On the door
To my room
(where Father banged my head
yesterday afternoon)

6 AM Tragedy

My Love unstirred
is like coffee

all the sugary sweetness
sit
at the bottom of my heart
and the dark bitterness
float
right up to the top

Judgement

And the earth shall be bound, hand and foot
hanging by the gossamer thread of hate
over a pit of dark fire and crystals of ice
And I shall stand with a terrible scythe in my hand
I shall watch the earth fall into oblivion
I shall watch until it is swallowed by the blackness
I shall laugh when everything else [...]

In The Afternoons, When

In the afternoons, when
the sun bids a final goodbye
I sit and stare at your portrait hanging by
the window, right where the rain washes
the colors made by my grieving brushes.

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