Wednesday, February 29, 2012

untitled (21 Feb.)

Like 2 ships
Passing in the night,
As the old saying goes,
Then she moves on,
To other lovers,
Tho' she admonishes
Me
For my desire for
Intimacy
Insensitive to my
Sorrow
Like most women
She simply does not
Understand
Reducing my desires
To mere sex
Tho' she is the one
Looking for mere sex
So back to the
Darkness
Of the Underworld
Where I bide my
Time
Till mortal death

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

untitled (21 Feb.)

It was a long time past
Nearly thirty years now
When I had a choice to make
Love or Art
I chose Art
I knew not at the time
How I would be beholden
Hoping to still find
Love
But the Universe does not care
And when I still opened myself for
Love
I was punished harshly
Caged away from that True
Love
Even when I escaped my prison
I hoped I would still find
Love
But it was not to be
And each time I opened my
Heart
The pain of failure hurt the same
As it had when I was young
I always wanted True
Love
Tried to be open to it
And when I lost again
I worked on my self
Thinking it was my flaws
It was only many years
Till I realized it was
My difference
That I do not conform to
Type
Cannot be placed in a pattern
Do not play the Game
I have few intense weaknesses
But the one that always gets me is
Hope
The Goddess cured me of
Despair
And now I must find a
Way to release my soul from
Hope
But why, why, why
You may ask
Because lies, lies, lies
Is all I find
My depths are too
Deep
For those who cannot fathom
I must accept my lonely
Path
And stop my foolish heart from
Hope
As it only slows my down
It would be so much easier
Without this stupid meat
But I am imprisoned till
Death
Deigns to release me
The only lover who will
Take me, embrace me
So that I may rest from
Hope

Thursday, February 9, 2012

"FLOWERS" (2/8/12)

There once was a little boy
Who thought the World
Was made up of flowers
He loved his Mom
And he loved his Dad
When his sister came
He loved her too
As she was also a flower
There was later a brother
A tougher sort of flower
When he was of age
The little boy was sent
Out into the World
But the only flowers he
Found there
Were made of hard plastic
And there were rocks
Hard rocks
Some were sharp
And could cut very deep
Others were blunt
Leaving various bruises
When he would see a
Flower
Often it would be trampled on
This all made him very sad
And so he withdrew
From the World
Hiding away in the fields of
Flowers

Saturday, February 4, 2012

untitled

My Will is so strong
Yet is that a blessing
The pain I can endure
Would be better to break me
On and on I go
Opening myself up
To inevitable suffering
But I wish to stop
Oh, how I so want to
Stop

Friday, February 3, 2012

untitled

Upon the rocks again I
Crash
Having heeded to yet another
Siren's song
Thrust headlong I could not
Resist
For a moment of pure
Pleasure
I break myself
Was it worth it
You may well ask
What else was I to do
Not being a hermit
Nor one of the zombie herd
Will I leap again
Most assuredly so

Thursday, February 2, 2012

untitled

Why, oh why
Does the blood continue to
Flow
Through this useless
Meat
Which longs for that
That is denied by the
Gods
Forced to live a monk's
Life
Though surrounded by many
Flowers
I am unable to touch
I float by as a corpse
Tossed about by the sea
No saving grace
To revivify my aching
Soul
And so I drift
Longing for an end
To a meaningless
Story

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

untitled (1/28/12)

Longing, longing
For that sweet caress
For that soft warmth
For that intense passion
How do I make it last
When they won't stay
But a moment
How do I rise from this
Cold sleep
When they do not want
Me

untitled (1/27/12)

For a moment
I gave into the
Dream
But like all dreams
It ended
She came out of
Nowhere
Touched me with her
Warmth
Her laughter, her thoughts
But she couldn't
Stay
And like all the other
Illusions
She dissolved away
Back to whence she
Had come