Siren

Sweet seductress

dancing across the stars

hips swaying

fingers snapping

head back

hair brushing the floor

your lips move in silent song.

I am lost in your visage

unable to tear my eyes

from the lithe form

that is swaying

hearing no music

but a heart beat.

Half lidded eyes

desire studded lips

you are a Siren

reeling me in.

Enticing

woman of stars

of reckless abandon

caught in your web

never to part.

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Serenity

Like a small child

hunkered down

hiding

dreading the blow to come

so do you

make yourself so big

so boistrous

that all are distracted by the gloss.

The pains are less

washed down with spirits

with tainted love

drowning in disbelief

how did it come to this?

Within

I see the potential

I see the man you could rise to be

if only….

you gave yourself a chance

if only….

you realized happiness could be ours

if only…..

you could see yourself

through my eyes.

Understanding gained

pain released

hold me close

never let go

your serenity I will always be.

 

 

Curtain Call

Dejection.

Despair.

Written on my face

as I watch you circle the room

glad handing

compliments reigning down

on all the unsuspecting clowns.

I try to hide the feelings

try to maintain a dignified silence

while inside

my heart breaks.

How can you not notice?

Not realize?

Do you not see the woebegone  look on my face?

I hide myself in the corner

behind a pillared post

tears gathering on my cheeks.

Allowing myself a moment of sadness

before reentering the world stage.

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Wicked Playground

Demons smoking dreams

Angels playing poker

green felted table

hookahs filled with fantasy

with death

desire

destruction

cards laid and played

moans of ecstasy

cries of defeat.

This is the wonder of Heavell.

A playground

integrated

for sin and virtue.

Not all Angels are virtuous.

Not all Demons are Sinners.

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Crocodile Tears

‘I want that!’

‘I want it!’

Tiny fingers grabbing

idiotic ideas flying

peace is a process

ruined by a few

for so many.

Grinning like an asshole

making countries weep

alienating nations

and making oneself weak.

Raising middle fingers

double salute

telling friends to back off

snuggle close with broken regimes

a smile on one’s face.

Things will go wrong

(or right)

it depends on who one asks.

Temper tantrums will fly

petulant display

of stomping feet

wild cries

(crocodile tears)

to turn the mood back.

Wrest control now

while still able

for nothing is worse

than watching a grown man

act like he is three.

 

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Becoming one

Naked comfort

raw desire

entwined

two souls cleaved

come together once more.

Beneath summer skies

heat of the sun

basking

glorying in freedom

to just be…..

be wild.

be calm.

be fearless.

be cautious.

Caught in wild embrace

held close

head on chest

solace we have found

listening as our hearts beat

together

one pulse

one reality

two who are finally whole.

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Blighted

Blackness roils across the land

encompassing fields and crops

a blight unlike any before seen

man made and let loose.

Flesh falls from bones

flashes of shadows burst free

death comes to all who are near

without playing favorites

without discerning wealth.

Never would you think so cruel

that the riches already had

are not enough

that they would make you forfeit your lands.

No longer are monies counted

abundant…..

enough…..

a body count

ferocious rage

decimating all

is the new measure of power.