And into his life came Lorelei
Enchantress of a chaotic sky
Control of sun and with it morning
Control of night with moon adorning

Aware of pain, for she felt it too
Of sorrow’s reign and joys too few
Aware of faith that angels sing
Of ecstacy’s flight on wind swept wing

The power she has, this Lorelei
To make gods weep, to make men cry
She casts from æther where she dwells
Forever waiting with her magical spells

Enchant she did his lonely soul
She knew the signs, she paid the toll
His sky grew calm from all he heard
And she knew peace from his every word

Her heart held truth her mind denied
She said all along it tricked and lied
He tried to allay her growing doubt
But in the end mistrust won out

Lorelei vanished with fear to blame
And never he’d feel quite the same
The storms raged on inside of each
With joy in sight, but out of reach


The menace of time, will come for us each
Who we once were, out of history’s reach
Everyone cast, behind memory’s wall
Identity lost, to oblivion’s call

Some see a mountain, to conquer and climb
More draw fantasies, in the sands of time
One is fulfilled, with a life that’s well spent
The other merely watches, without making a dent

United in time, a destiny we share
Each grain of sand, is a soul that’s laid bare
Together we wait, as our narratives pass
An equality of fate, in this Ourglass

And so on the edge, of infinity’s maw
Unable to break, time’s physical law
Spending our life, in hatred and greed
Or living with love, and helping in need

Soon to be faceless, we’ll cease to exist
Our erasure assured, though we resist
Memory’s torch, the last weapon to wield
Held by those left, after life’s yield

Not always written, by those of fair mind
A history in question, might show you unkind
What legacy remains, is for them to impart
So how will you live, and when will you start?

*written/posted in 2012, when I first attempted writing…that’s my excuse

The Dance

Our eyes are now locked, a familiar pose
Adrenaline is peaked, as our passion grows
Together they’re clasped, your hands are in mine
The Dance will begin, when we feel the sign

The rhythm takes over, in ourselves we are lost
With our beating hearts, inhibitions are tossed
So focused are we, we’re the only ones here
We let ourselves go, without feeling fear

The Dance will take us, through emotional highs
And when it’s done right, through physical sighs
I’ll take the lead first, you’ll feign to resist
Then you’ll take over, and the game will persist

We will continue, in this tug of war
Performing the moves, and wanting much more
In most positions, before the night’s done
And then we will finish, with our favorite one

We’ll come together, this last step we dare
I’ll spin you around, our desires now bare
Caressing your arm, hip and then thigh
Now pressed as one, our bodies do writhe

The Dance is exhausting, you collapse to the ground
And our labored breath, is the only heard sound
That final move, marks the end of the show
The audience erupts, and the lights go down low

Exit stage right, a success was The Dance
You smiled and glowed, when I took a glance
The final curtain call, is what we did then
And we couldn’t wait, for The Dance once again

*written/posted in 2012, when I first attempted writing…that’s my excuse

All Hallows’ Eve

On Halloween night, now many years ago
Eve walked her child under hazy, moonlit glow
Soon crossing paths with a mysterious man
Who with his own child, walked hand in hand

They passed closely by and during mid-stride
Could tell that the other was familiar inside
When in the fateful moment they met each’s gaze
It set their hidden predator’s fires ablaze

Then without thought the violence erupted
Animalistic growls of two souls corrupted
There was no chance to quell the passioned rage
As each escaped from their dark, domestic cage

She struck him first with blinding fury and speed
He winced in pain, but not yet did he bleed
Strong was his will and without pausing fought back
While she thoroughly relished his ferocious attack

His hands felt powerful as she was drawn near
She feigned to struggle, but did not feel fear
Never did she worry about losing control
Only whispered instructions, then to him she’d extol

Her claws ripping skin on his back and his sides
He pulled her in closer by her naked thighs
Ripped to shreds were both his and her clothes
And from inflicted pain his bloodlust then rose

His dagger was steel and encroached on her lips
She ran the blade through her nimble fingertips
Her fangs always bared she pierced through his skin
Blood smeared her face and the man winced again

His hands always probing for something to grip
As his tongue lashed out like a razor-laced whip
Together they howled in glorious pain
Then exhaustion took over, their strength now in wane

When feeling the tug on her extended right hand
She was brought back to the night’s conscious land
Her step still continuing without breaking stride
As the child pulled her forward her demon would hide

Was but an instant for she and the stranger
But remember she does the exquisite danger
Claws since sharpened and cleaned of the gore
She craves that her wound be opened once more

Wanting each year to glimpse him at least
To gaze in his eyes and loose her own beast
Will this year bring pain or again will she grieve
The huntress will hunt on All Hallows’ Eve

*written/posted in 2012, when I first attempted writing…that’s my excuse


When finally upon, the Deathbed I lie
Lamenting the past, and time that’s gone by
Regretting some choices, that I willingly made
And for the lost chances, where I was afraid

Self-loathing began, at a very young age
Kept thoughts to myself, mind locked in a cage
Observing the others, from a distance I viewed
A pariah to youth, a childhood skewed

The family spread far, and estranged to a soul
Long has it been, since family was whole
No value was taught, in keeping connected
We live behind walls, that we have erected

The longer I lived, the less happiness felt
Was never a player, in games society dealt
Alive but not living, and grown up to see
No longer needed help, in the torture of me

True love never found, an impostor instead
Was not meant to be, just fucked with my head
After years of abuse, and lying untold
Trust lost forever, heart now too cold

Weak and alone, this life now in wane
Too late to unlearn, that I am my bane
Dead in my heart, and blind to what’s real
A life full of sadness, that alone I must feel

Mistakes far too many, but they were my own
Reaping the crops, for the seeds I had sown
When head rests on pillow, and sheet pulls up high
My Deathbed is the Lifebed, upon which I must lie

*written/posted in 2012, when I first attempted writing…that’s my excuse

Her Chamber

Again to her chamber, I find that I turn
Longing for solace, from an evil world’s spurn
Alone I am not, together with she
Comfort we seek, in this meeting of three

Her chamber we’ve seen, many times before
And it’s for her help, that our spirits implore
With but a touch, our desire grows bigger
Our fingers will probe, for ecstacy’s trigger

To this ménage à trois, we’re never strangers
It seems only natural, fearing no dangers
Whatever the outcome, it’s meant to be
Together one moment, or all eternity

Her chamber is small, room for but one
But that’s large enough, for what can be done
Five neighbor’s there are, but they’ll pay no mind
Since what happens there, is of similar kind

We caress her sleek form, my friend and I
That we’ve touched before, when with her we lie
The decision to come, is a struggle to make
But welcome we are, for she knows what’s at stake

Her chamber is loaded, with the tool for the job
When wicked we feel, or when ready to sob
But still it’s for us, the other and me
That she performs, her only duty

And so we wonder, what happens now
Do we finish our play, or just take a bow
Will she enter our mouth, so forever we’ll rest
Or await a new day, until again we’re her guest

Her chamber it waits, this moment to seize
And with our own hand, takes only a squeeze
With passion of fire, she can bring the release
Anticipation grown, will this bring us peace

But is it the fair game, in this life to play
For us to come together, and go in this way
Or should she now sleep, and both of us leave
To carry our burden, through the darkening eve

Her chamber won’t spin, this night for we three
And unload it we will, my friend Sorrow and me
We will move forward, together as one
Until we decide, that forever we’re done

*written/posted in 2012, when I first attempted writing…that’s my excuse

Book of Me

The book of me has already been penned
The story is known including the end
Can’t change it now, it is written in ink
It’s almost finished, I am on the brink

Beautiful art never graced the pages
A life composed of nothing but cages
A slave to myself and no one’s master
The book’s last word can’t come any faster

Was not a Comedy, my life I mean
Not enough laughter to make it so seem
Nor was it an Epic that told a grand tale
Insignificant man with only betrayal

Could have been Romance, but not meant to be
Deceit was the story, victim was me
A Lesson book maybe, but what I was taught
Is too late to use so I learned it for naught

All things considered, a Tragedy was told
Wasted potential and heart now too cold
There’s no happy ending and no second chance
You can tell by the cover with only a glance

My cover is sadness the binding now torn
I’ve fallen apart and my edges are worn
The ink on the pages has run from the tears
Of life unfulfilled after so many years

So the story is known need only be read
Though no one wants their curiosity fed
The book will now rot alone on a shelf
Or burn in a fire set by myself

*written/posted in 2012, when I first attempted writing…that’s my excuse