ListenListen closelyto immortal wordsthat escape lips,you might be wiserby seeking their wisdomthan closing your mindto convention.
Misguided Devotion The current so strong,As if gravity wasn't enoughTo keep a man groundedIn one spotFor an eternity, The constant surgeOf freshly strewn Memories seepingFrom the duct workMakes every stroke of my paddleSeem forgottenAs if I partook in the lusty lotus. Never does the riverS U B S I D EEven as the light fades,Lashes smoothThe violent rapids
Absinthe EyesMy muse has green eyes.Like the absinthe, thatDrove the mad poets ofThe old centuries past,To their creative ecstasies.Like the Leanan SidheInspiring my imagination,To burn so fierce, so bright,So it near consumes me.I get lost in chartreuse,In the sparkle of peridot.In the Forest green
Of those eyes.
LookLook beyond her curves,hips flow downthe river of legsto her foundation.Look beyond her smile,insidious and vile,full of contemptand corruption.Look beyond her ocean eyes,into the black holethat has claimedas many men as the Bermuda Triangle.Look beyond her words,deceit laid in waitto ensnare her preybefore devouring.Look beyond this woman,Siren temptressleading men to rocksof Medusa victims.Look beyond this womanand imagine more,wait till morningand youll see.
With it or not at all.I have heard it whispered of broken ribs,and cages of hearts that grow from words.I have seen the winds of sorrow blow in fall,and scatter toadstools across your mouth.I have talked in joy about sleepless nights,and hurt and ached as the sun has risen.I have learned of holes in space and time andripped my throat apart on pulling threads.I have thought of times that never will exist,and have held you captured in drunken eyes.But never once did I dream of lovers shattering apartor wandered in lavender scents over stars that died.