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, allow me passage,

to texturize this anarchy.

Complexion fascination;

Aphrodite, enchant me,

oh, make me lust,

turn me to Pothos.

Ardent, a requisite.

Leave me yearning for

Godly you,

turning me Godly

but surely not holy.

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, God, I’m not alone in this feeling”

this desperate notion for a spiritual connection.

Oh, God, these things that come to my mind and

Oh, God, the rush I get from her is stronger than any drug.

Oh, God, is this magic?

Is it this distance which puts a tangible barrier around us some sort of cock-block?

Oh, God, womanly desires aside, I wish to touch and experience unexplored lands.

Venture deep inside this maze of

utter infatuation.

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.

Is only the query inside my head;

though this mind second-guesses

as the zephyr passes through her silky locks

so black.

This usual cutup so contemptible

enamored and fervent.

To the quintessence of this woman

be not my goal.

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 all may seem

And she was so beautiful

and she glimmered gold.

Pulchritude and dimples.

And dimples.

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.

In my dreams, you're all I see.

Why in life, can't we just be?

In my heart, I love you so,

Never again will I let you know.

Life is pain, in pain I live.

But life is love, and love I give

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 why we're all so faraway!

Pushing, pushing, isolation.

Self-harm and mutilation!

Put a gun to your skull,

blow away the bullshit.

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

how I wish there could have been more?

Inside your precious heart

I'm now void.

I'm alone, for now

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 these supposed 'love' bites

line my skin;

blemishing,

branding, bruising me.

Soon to fade from

forlorn skin.

I don't want anymore,

not these

impassive emotions

infectious.

Before the fall,

I languish over a lover not yet lost;

ambiguity, contemplation.

Hesitation.

I won't know

you don't know.

I wish we knew.

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.

Savvy satyriasis;

carnivorous and starved spewing

the silken

epitome of wicked elixir,

a pilose visage.

Affixed by the accessory,

of their love sentimentalized

he could never control her,

neurotic, wanton.

Concurrently coveting

the finale.