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