Slow Suicide - Poetry ( The Dark Muse Series ) |
Alone and quizzical
I traveled blindly through this labyrinth
Following the stench of decay, that led me to your bed
chamber door
Sitting upon pillows made of gossamer, and covered in
shit...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Nov 2009 00:16:00 GMT |
I Wanted - Poetry |
I wanted to see the sun,
So I bought her flowers and watched it rise within her eyes.
I wanted to hear a Lark singing in the cool morning air,
So I quietly stood behind the door as she sung h...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 23:08:00 GMT |
Diminsh - poem |
I will travel to the west, fleeing the light of dawn
Chasing the solace of the night
My journey to diminish
I seek absolution from my clandestine phantoms
Lost in the waves that crash against the shor...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 23:46:00 GMT |
Ghost Dreams - Poetry |
With flowers in her hair
Eyes cast downward
The sun shines down upon her velvet smile
She smells like a child in spring
Lost in the labyrinth of a thousand secrets
Transcend through the walls of flame...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 03:10:00 GMT |
My 7 Sins (5, 6 & 7) - Poetry |
Sloth (Latin, acedia)
Lost in a gossamer dream
Of carnal delights that entice my wicked splendor
And fill my passion with longing for your touch
Upward I float
Above the trees that swell with harve...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 20:30:00 GMT |
Goodbye (my secret poem) |
-Authors note - On one bleak autumn night two years ago i had reached the lowest point of my life, when the empty bottle of scotch sitting next me didnt kill the pain, i found the bottom of a bottle o...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 20:10:00 GMT |
La Fin Absolue Du Monde - Poetry |
La Fin Absolue Du Monde
The Absolute End of the World
There I stood in the face of nothing
Arms outstretched and wretched hallucinations
Black on grey clouds
Crucified nations under a blood red...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 12:07:00 GMT |
My 7 Sins (1, 2, 3 & 4) - Poetry |
Lust (Latin, luxuria)
Behold my eyes and look inside
Smoldering embers to ignite
Your sweat becomes gasoline
Poured over me
Set aflame
Let me burn between your thighs
Consumed and turned to a...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 21:39:00 GMT |
What I see - Poetry |
What I see is a man strong and proud
Not afraid to show his emotions
Never hiding behind something that's false
What I see is truth
Spoken and lived not just idealized
But breathed
Wh...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 13:02:00 GMT |
Untitled - Part One -short story |
Evil comes in many forms, from the mist that rises from the earth creeping across the land carrying with it the sweet smell of despair which haunts every man. Despair that causes the man to give up on...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 15:57:00 GMT |
