Stained Monochrome Wings

Of The Gods

03-17-13

Skin crafted by the Gods,

fashioned as if

we believed in such.

Milky, bloodlessly bronzed as if

that could possibly work;

you make such happen.

Blue hue;

fluorescent, gaily.

Poseidon, drown me not.

Piece me Poseidon,

twinkling and serene.

Black skies;

tousled and luxuriant.

Though born from chaos,

Erebus...

Infatuation

10-16-12 (revised 12-29-15)

Infatuation

Replaces love before you know it’s there

Oh, God, the passion;

Oh, God, the wonderful, spin-tingling sensation

of being admired by whom you care for.

Infatuation

Is the high, the immense euphoria of like-love

It’s the “Oh, God, she cares for me.”

It’s the “Oh, ...

Breathtaking Dimples

11-18-11

Those dimples were not what captivated me

nor her breathtaking splendor.

Who is to say this one is at all enthralled?

Though why would I be so dandified;

could it be she elicits the best of me?

With those decorous dimples,

blessing her face facilely.

Park Path

01-24-12

The day I confessed

with unyielding confidence flourishing

the smell of clean mist, dewdrops in the air.

Children played; normally I hated children.

Hated, despised.

Today I enjoyed their existence,

the sounds of giggles, frolicking

as if toasting my succession.

Sprinklers blazed in the winter,

as if dancing to my enlightenment.

Crisp grass and an endless park path.

Two Short Poems

01-31-13

You told me you loved me,

And you started to shake, and I, shook

my world you did.

I gave you my trust,

a harder thing than an “I love you.”

you advised me to not do such

I anticipated the danger.

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Ambrosia - the perfect word

to describe these emotions

no matter how perverse

or ill-minded

this a...

Forbidden Love: Written about me, for me

02-03-08

Gypsy, daisy's, magic powers.

A little princess, sun dance showers.

A life alone is not a life at all,

A love forbidden is a love to fall.

A tear slips down a rose red cheek,

On my tongue, it's you I speak.

On my hands, the dirt sinks in,

All this pain hurts me within.

...

Suicide Story

11-05-13

This journal you gave me,

once in love

thought to be so true.

Now to write an anthem

of this hate,

of yours and mine.

Just another exaggerated fable

in your Suicide Story.

You say you're as sane as you've

ever been; as insane I'll interject.

Cry me a river. Everything you say,

this cause of betray,

is the reason ...

For Now

10-15-13

Never do I want to forget:

your taste or scent,

I love it all,

sickeningly.

I dance in the night to our song –

is it still 'our' song? –

and think of it all,

reflecting on years forward

and past.

Will I remember the taste, the

scent that is you?

Will I still feel this love,

think of the good instead of

Forlorn Retrospect

10-02-13

I will give, and give until futility kicks in;

lying as I reminisce

to a sweeter time.

Those live-wired, long nights

of love-making and togetherness.

Bringer of salvation.

High school dances and Chunk.

Sushi dates, cigarettes, sex, Sadie's.

Magic and card games.

I won't have another like you.

Now...

The Nympho and The Satyriasis

10-01-13

Shangri'la contained inside

a couple's adoration,

the instauration to commence.

Lying, he awaits his rosebud

to surge the alabaster, lacteous flow,

imbibed by the lips of a nympho;

flexibility feasible,

sensuality and

scanty clad with a provocative form.

Quippish in nature,

finnicky. Dexterously adept.