Thursday, August 9, 2012

There once was a ram

There once was a ram in a zoo
Who never had time to be blue.
While some rams were sad
And others got mad
His secret, he said, was fuck ewe

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Death is an acceptable excuse...

Death is an acceptable excuse for an absence
Indifference much harder to bear
Well used as I am to perpetual distance
For the dead, one can compose a prayer

For the dead, one can breathe, and grieve, remain and endure
And now breathing I do much the same
Keep obserdevotions, prepare for the worst, unsure
And wait, as pawns do, movements in game

Monday, August 6, 2012

When all good deeds....

When all good deeds have been repaid
the Hero gets a weighted blade
the heroine lies a ruined wreck
ashes and sack cloth now bedecked

Dragons die with all they hoarded
Loyalty goes unrewarded
You never see the ones you serve
Yet always get what you deserve

Sunday, August 5, 2012

The Vampiress

Your honeyed eyes
belie a deeper gaze
which beckons nigh
yet fades in light of day

Your wanton smile
is hungry for the flood
that swallows while
it drowns all that is good

Your ragged breath
breathes deep surrounding scent
exhales death
and wonders where life went.

Friday, August 3, 2012

That poems professing love...

That poems professing love
often mention gods
must show that as above
so below goes on.
The lord in the lover lies
now belief and faith are known
the divine in the mortal is recognized
and the way to true heaven is shown.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

The Port City

I found her by the water
that lady of great renown
the salty spray like jewels
bedecked her trailing gown

The web of lights men bought her
she wore more well than any crown
to delight the eyes of fools
for the maid is not the gown

Wednesday, August 1, 2012


I know a garden wherein bloom
Red roses which will die too soon
from ungloved hands which long to touch
the flowers which she loved so much

And I suppose, that somewhere dwells
A man who walks the paths of hell
with great and unforgiving blade,
a monster of his soul hath made

Yet into quiet moments seep
for each, sweet memories they keep.
By keeping, know it's all that's left
beyond the chasm known as death

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Ode to the water of life

My lips grow dry awaiting your pleasure,
My hands they itch to pull you close,
to raise you up high, my light, my treasure
And to the tavern propose a toast

And to the world proclaim my lust
Reunited consummate joy
And drain you I will, as drain you I must
Though my heart and soul you destroy

Another round of my love, I'm buying
to banish pain, bow to old ghosts.
Another round of my love, I'm dying
To spirits and generous hosts.

Monday, July 30, 2012

So patterned is the chaos...

So patterned is the chaos,
predictably undoing
In everything that's lost
there dwells a new beginning

In blank, quiet spaces,
balance, hate with what you give
Softly pass to leave no traces
of ever having lived

Sunday, July 29, 2012

In everything there does reside...

In everything there does reside
the brighter and the shadow side
Even suns in twilight shine
as noonday moons from midnight hide

In dusk there dwells the hope of dawn
midday casts shadows, deep and strong
In balance checked, each force entwined
The weave of patterns by design

Do not resist the ebbing tide
or refuse precious points of pride
Accepting each with purpose clear
embracing both, shed undue fear

Yet revel not with undue joy
nor righteous, wicked lust destroy
Lest burn within a flame so bright
it immolates the very night

Then darkness grows, as wire thin
are drawn resolve and hope, and then
while holding close most hated fears,
you've lost your grasp on all that's dear

Saturday, July 28, 2012

How many shadows....

How many shadows
have you seen,
how many chains
have daisies been

How many ghosts
remain unwed
for what is love
among the dead

And what is death
to those who love
who live in light
and dwell above

For what lies below
but former years
tainted by
unwanted fears

And so are shadows
yet unseen
flitting through
the lake of dreams