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

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

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

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.

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.

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

Unforgiven

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

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.

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

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

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