LordSynisterPoet

poetry:
Sexual Sun

Dawn arose hanging in the
sky a sexual sun,
Washing away the deeds of night,
Yet not their sin.

I awoke to the sense of Her approach,
With my scent of want,
She made her assault,
Though not given to haste,
She lay with me on satans haven.

Her mouth was a forge,
My tongue be its flame,
Smoting pleas of pleasure,
Passion our hammer.

Many evenings I had dreamed,
Only to be taken in morning,
A salty sweet mix of lust to love,
Bitten by angels,
Kissed by demons.

I am student,
She is Teacher,
Led by crimson fingertips,
I drank in Her spirit,
Feasted on Her flesh.

Our forces met dressed in velvet,
I looked above from below,
Shadowed light all around,
As there hung a sexual sun.

poetry:
The Man In The Field

I came to this place,

Called by unseen voices,

Forever more shall I remain,

 Bound so,

Am I inside,

So am I caught here,

One may call endless freedom,

Inspirited by our mothers marrow,

For I am the man in the field.

 Called the lord of dirt,

The dust my breath,

Behold my kingdom,

You see my face,

Freckled in moss,

My eyes ever peering into that loch,

Endless pools of mindless pondering,

In my richless prosperity,

Bearing a cloak of emerald green ivy,

Behold a bramble crown,

 Lacking the comfort of thorns,

All around the perpetual reaching hands of trees,

Such as I my kinsman have no mark,

For none is lacking.

Yet they call me complacent,

Consider the lilies at my feet,

Does not the whispering wind,

Carry their sweet scent expeditiously to thee,

Do you not take into mind my lush army,

Each soldier bearing his own broken blade,

So I do tell you now,

I am content not to gain rest neither in,

 Or through this heart,

But only to place my head upon it,

Perceiving every illuminated flame.

So come seeking my quandary,

Touching the facets,

Of this illogical knowledge,

Turn the rusted wheel,

Upon this twisted vice,

Formerly alleged as love.

That wrenches the cruor from my very soul,

For I am the man in the field,

Waiting for something that seemingly,

Shall never draw near.