Pretty smiles, pretty walks

When he’s distracted – by a pretty smile
or pretty walk – when ego has distracted
id, he senses the existential moments

Moments when his evanesce into periphery
isn’t paramount; he’s inconspicuous in
a spotlight, living amongst the living

Not a shadowed pock at its center,
quaquaversally thrusting hands with
fingers of hands in fractal perpetuity

But a being like any other, with the
same chances and lack of chances,
iustitia and prudentia upon his shoulders

Then nature takes hold, quite without his
own intervention, rampaging id reminds
him who he is, what he is, how he is

Reminds him that pretty smiles seek
out pretty smiles and pretty walks travel
in vastly different circles

So his eyes fall upon his path, his heart falls
out of favor, his walk leads him tangentially,
and his id bears the only smile

He’ll exist in this life out of focus, and
remain off-center of attention, before he
finally disappears in a blur

art: Verklärte Nacht by Antonio Palmerini

Lunacy skewed

My eyes open wide, to a chair I am tethered
The blood & the gore, what tests have I weathered
Instruments all around me, infused with a gleam
But wretched, like his smile, they’re surely unclean

His spindly, fluid fingers moving so gracefully
Skillfully adept with the tests that he does to me
He pokes and he prods the depths of my mind
While humming some tune of a childlike kind

He removes the happy and he removes the pain
He flips them around and puts them back again
I struggle to escape, but the chances are grim
While he gleefully watches me watching him

His eyes hold madness and his smile is skewed
No pity therein, no acuity eschewed
He caresses the tools, a careful choice made
As he begins his approach, I begin to fade

Consciousness lost, to this world that I feel
Then my eyes open wide, atop a bed made of steel
I’m strapped and I’m gagged and now I can see
Two flowing white coats standing guard over me

One with a clipboard and subtle nodding head
The other with a needle, waiting next to my bed
They seem to agree that again I need sleep
And then they inject the black, liquid creep

I tremble to hear a childlike singsong hum
And know I’ve returned to the place I’d begun
I fear that this cycle is where I’ll always be
Not knowing what’s real and what’s real lunacy


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