the frost is alive today
for it has ended forward wits of the day
I with my shining sun
Her with her glimmering moon
when time and times are done
her time shall come soon
my sun, my sun
…
CANVAS is her BODY,
inhaling SENSUALITY,
and GENTLE breezes.
RESISTING any signs,
of EMOTION,
RESONATING through,
LURE skin.
Such an ALOOF stranger,
never entending to EXPRIENCE,
th…
Ensue us of these things
Of joy, doth love employ?
To riddance of these horrid pastimes
Golden is the gear granted to
The wise upon his head to ensue
A helm of the finest
How its strap f…
The tried and the virtuous
How soon we forget
In the must of mayhem
We then repeat those soft
To us
Such timid flesh twas
As a river of Styx
Divided our souls
So that neither
Sorrow n…
To a modest world of churned delight I may say
Aye, such crude wishes perplex us now
Yet tis uncivil to curb such passions
For tis to saveth Cupid to launch who doth his pointy mischief
I…
Upon a spade, doth mine own eyes turn black and drear
Amid these timely demises I hath a soul to bear
For in the wisest the whisperer lurks
Of thy pardon, I hath returned
To reserve my plac…
Still as the coldness of space
Read well oft laced with varied views
Seemingly enough doth the dark entrust
Him and the beings thereof
How the grayness of Saturn’s splendor
Meets munity an…
Just Know!
Appearing from nowhere, through the ether
To consume me, set me afire, a messenger from Prometheus
To show me I had never known fire before
Certainly not in this way, with t…
Sisyphus of the summer yard,
The spider makes meaning for himself, too.
Process, no telos.
...Her full, blood red lips were moist and seemed to beckon…
...As his desire intensified, John Black thought to himself ‘I must have her!’...
That which misleads us is afforded such luxury
Only its own perception could be – clear and distinct
Obsession, how to escape?
Existence, no denying
Germane in what way?
…
For Satisfaction is a mythical beast,
The liver of Prometheus
Painfully abated day by day only to regenerate –
Denied full presence and full absence
The lies swept along the winds
Gales from the haunted
Drudged upon the wicked
Sternly set
As the rest
Let and disallow
The formalities of evil
A canary of lost hopes
D…
The Heartache of Dante
Those bred of hatred
Often underlie a more sinister aspect
Foe to those lords of the earth
How now foeman, art thou
Esteem’st to provoke thy sorrow
A…
Once more, there, blood-reflecting irregular tears
A compelling itch our wounds offer
Flow now sustained, essencing, escaping – such violence