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
ListenListen closelyto immortal wordsthat escape lips,you might be wiserby seeking their wisdomthan closing your mindto convention.
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.
Teardrop fallingWhy do you flutter my alabaster teardrop?Ebbing and waning as petals falterOn wafts of I love you, I love you not.