slaveLenore

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?

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.

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.

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?re  gone 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.