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5/25/2010 10:45:48 AM
Words II
I write like this, to violate you, Use words, to isolate you; Verbally assaulting your mind. A forced game of seek and find. XXX, flashy billboards, you give a second look. With words, like the tattered pages of an old book. Words uttered in reproach, As you were caught mid-stroke. Never mind what was in your own head. Assaults of thought, on the unthinking, or dead. Words, forced thought, driven like nails, or planted like seeds. Demonstrating hard words, could be impressive, indeed; But proves meaningless in the understanding of hard things. When comprehension sinks in, you feel that words can sting. Words are incomprehensible nonsense and knowledge, Yet meaningless, words, can drive you to the edge. Your imagination takes place in words, and when, You stand there listening, you will hear them. Words change as hearts beat and breathe. Hearts change, as words fall on our ears and leave. Words can suffocate, murder, or start a religion. Word of the Holy Grail became a mission. Men gave lives over the utterances of sound. Do you hear words with your ear to the ground? What are you listening for? Sounds to clear life’s path or open a door? A psychic’s words that are full of predictions? Does it explain why words are full of contradictions, Yet hold the measure and value of things? Words tell of what we should whisper, what we should sing. Words bring us sadness, or can bring us good cheer. Words surrender to the waiting world‘s deaf ears. Who wants to hear, that which means nothing? Meaningless words that want to mean something. Semantics expressed to impose insignificant stature. Can words paint the meaning of human nature? Not any more than words can describe love or trust, Or why a whore, works not for greed, but for lust. Was your dose of synaesthesia effective? Next time you should be more selective. Words, after all, are acupuncture for the mind. Words, tell all, tell nothing, and tell time. I can continue to explain, but it falls on deaf ears, Words can be ugly, they can explain our fears, They can be beautiful, full of sunshine and glistening. After all, why are you still listening?
3/22/2010 2:00:03 PM
Devil, Teach Me
Teach me your magick, Devil, share your dreams; even Evil has a love, or so it would seem. Whisper your overt spells, let me fall into your trance, I will spend eternity in your never-ending dance. I will lose myself in hearing Your soft words of insanity, those often misinterpreted melodies, softly spoken with profanities; a symphony in rhapsody. Dark One let me be your vice, in your wicked perversities. No matter your asking price, I am haunted by your charms, shall I tremble at your stare? In hell, shame is pride's cloak, rebellious, prideful, and aware, I meet your eyes, tempting, for the Devil, too, has it's allure. Antagonizing, almost daring Evil, smiling, to think you have a cure to change my wicked disposition. Devil, have you met your match? One who is difficult, and takes delight, purrs through each and every scratch? My heart must be won, even by you, A gem of worth is a difficult case, No magick, spells, or trances, Could help the Devil put me in my place.
3/9/2010 9:12:31 AM
Tears amongst the Softness
The blue glow, seeps, through the bottom of my eyes, as I turn to find… my pillow. Alone. Now, I am awake. The cool sheets, slide, smoothly, softly, across my skin; making my heart race as I think of how it would feel, to explode, when touched. The agony of pain suddenly swells across my back, stretching, arching, as I ache, for relief. I close my eyes, in prayer, in sin, to beg silently of the night. Oh Agony! Stop forever standing, on the edge of my dreams; and Scratch, this itch. For I ache for tears, amongst the softness of my velvet blankets. Silence answers. I slide my hand down, and close my eyes, to begin dreaming, of what is to be.
3/1/2010 3:43:50 PM
Smoke
I wake to the sound of my morning mumblings; in an echo, a past life, stir, shift, reach for love, finding instead a screaming alarm. Oh God! Turn it off! Grasping… I open my eyes to see how you have notches, carved, on the side of my bed. A reminder for each time, We played Our secret game. I close my eyes to, remember, the stinging burn Of Flesh. Suddenly… the pillows smell of your scent, raw and the last of your smokes. As I reach for an empty pack. You’regone too. Leaving me again, alone. While always standing silently… Breathing, on my skin, Clawing the insides of my soul; all the while, standing, on the edge, of my personal void. Tearing away at my strength; as I look for another vice, to fill the void You left behind.