Adrift amongst the endless cold.
Burning with embers that never grow old.
Here I sat for many years.
Slowly pulled by my neighboring peers.
Pure energy streams from my eternal fires.
Warming up from my immediate desires.
What a joy to be watching from out here.
Reaching out to all things both far and near.
My favorite game is that of tug and war.
Using my mass to lure in so much more.
In they come to fuel my wage.
A never ending, burning, cosmic rage.
Out here it is survival of the biggest.
The brightest, largest, densest, fittest.
Only these hold their weight,
In this cosmic soup of Heaven's gate.
Come join me, if you so wish.
My secrets served on this stellar milky dish.
Come to me, my traveling friend.
Knowledge I have in mass to lend.
Seek your way amongst us in your ships.
Have no fears if the hull rips.
Fear not the vastness of space.
Fear only that which leads to your own disgrace.
I wait patiently for you to come.
Empires have been born, and become undone.
Yet I know one day you shall come to visit me.
As I sit watching, waiting, isolated from thee.
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
Have you ever stood out in the pale moonlight?
Or walked through the dark shadows of night?
I thought not. For if you did, you would know,
Every color has its darker flow.
Walk with me this one time my sweet.
Nocturnal reality, you need to meet.
Stay close dear or you may stray.
I will be here to light your way.
You see, in this life we have many a choice.
It is up to you to decipher your own precious voice.
You can walk the light, exposed to all.
Or walk behind the night’s vast darkened wall.
Each one of us will make this journey.
Mine led me to this darkened gurney.
Fret not my sweet, for we are almost there.
You will soon see what my choice forbear.
There under that moss ridden rock,
Lies what is left of my ticking time clock!
Look hard at this grave my dear.
Gaze in sorrow and fear.
I see it in your eyes that this path is not right.
It is time to look back at that faint window’s light,
Your father waits dear, with whom his heart now resides.
Now, you too, must put your heart aside.
You were never meant for this dark alluring path.
Go and be content in your new life’s bath.
I will be here forever walking the night.
Yearning to be back with you, in that precious light.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
A fierce grasp yanks me into the air
I ride the wind’s vibrating lair.
Speeds to fast to stop and stare.
The world flies by, naked and bare.
I ride with my wings pinned to my back.
The winds force so strong, that I am forced off my track.
I look for my mates, who I seem to lack.
Fear overwhelms me, for I have lost my pack.
Until finally the winds die down.
My little nose twitches as I frown.
My eyes squint peering for that familiar green and brown.
A fierce buzzing begins to plague my crown.
Then I see them all zipping through the airy blue sea.
My brethren have followed me!
My wings stretch in fierce stoic glee.
As we fly around in complete revelry.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
In seeps life’s deeply rich hypnotic alluring tune.
Throngs of pitch tickled with powerful eminent bass.
Crisp sounds displayed, tweaked, collaged, and delectably consumed.
Stretching our ear’s vast hungering palette to please.
Vibrations lead to the tingling mind’s inevitable response.
Guiding the body through its purity of sound.
Hums and hisses overshadowed by the DJ’s track.
Lasers lights dance over the vast sweating fans.
The floor is a rhythmic sea of flesh.
Dance steps balanced by the DJ’s meticulous craft.
Tears of joy creep upon the dancers faces.
As bodies succumb to the vibrant enchanting mix.
This truly is an ideal moment of bliss.
Having one’s mind captured by a DJ’s tryst.
The mind thrives forever from their musical kiss.
As fans dance the night, refusing to miss.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
Quick metallic stings swayed your path.
Unkept morals led to misplaced wrath.
Intruded life saving soul, savagely subdued.
Nuetralic coexistence henceforth removed.
Notable soul's transition painstakingly ensued.
Relinquish the angered regret your soul may churn.
Instead focus on those who's hearts passionately burn.
Place your soul with those who now lovingly wait their turn.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
SMACK!
Senses dazed as the steel ****** punch connects.
My jaw slacks as the impact sways.
Attention drawn to a new reddish haze.
Chaotic energy bursts from me during my daze.
Kinetic energy purges from my body and protects.
ZAP!
Zips plague the air as my electricity feeds.
Altering the air, absorbing what it needs.
Pale fear encroaches on my opponent’s face.
WOOSH!
Widely he misses in his next death’s embrace.
Opening my eyes I see his next move.
Ornate suit covering his bulging muscled flex.
Side stepping to the left, I upset his defensive base.
Heroic determination roars into grove.
SLAM!
Sudden movement from me sends him into the cement wall.
Lightning ravaging his skin as I push him through.
Alarms ring out as the shocked security officers call.
Manning their necessary posts due.
****
Puffs of smoke rise from the now down attacker.
Odor of burnt flesh sizzles through the air.
On I stand looking down at this villainous charred slacker.
Foot prodding him as I stare.
With a quick smirk I flip on my black leather hooded cloak.
Glancing once more back at my last assailant’s joke.
I hear the hurried shuffling of security officers feet,
I step back through the hole and make my shadowy retreat.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
Thy eyes open to a strange new land.
Dense fog covers a quiet forested area.
Thy body aches from sleeping in the mud and cold.
Ye look around finding only trees and a pond.
Horse whimpers and galloping roll over the breeze,
Shouts follow as armored scouts point at ye and sneer.
More come as they all grab their weapons as they watch ye.
Thy mind races, what did ye do!?
Across from thy yonder pond, they form their rank.
Notched bows aimed at thee, ready to launch.
Spotted amongst many armored knights,
Wizards cast their protective spells, ready for a fight.
Thy stands alone on the opposite bank,
Looking for thy quickest escape.
The barren trees leave little cover,
Ye turn slowly and raise thy hands.
A thick fetid green fog seeps from the land from under their feet,
Coughs bind the army as they struggle to get free.
One by one, they all fall to the murky earth,
Skin melting from their bones, bubbling with a squirt.
Run thee from the crawling green cloud!
Course thy luck for finding this place!
Ye look in dread at the coming green swarm,
As it chases ye through a now eerily quit realm.
The wave of green soon overtakes thee,
Its fetid smell permeates ye.
Coughs rumble from thy lungs.
Thy body lurches as thee runs.
Soon the cloud blocks thy sight,
Liquid fire erupts over thy skin.
Excruciating pain sparks all over,
Causing thee to collapse and faint.
Your eyes open into a sterile white room.
Your head aches as a masked face peers down at you.
“Welcome back!” the masked voice booms.
Your mind still groggy, from the dentist’s perfume.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
When it comes to strong form
When angles are always precisely norm
Grows an alluring mathematically touched creation
Inspired by pure calculated scientific divination
Such an alluring symmetry to behold
Causing the circle’s envy to unfold
For this angled beauty’s strength enforced
Its sold core mass equally divorced
It’s rigid looks captivating us all
Luring architects to its enchanting call
Ancient Greek hands carving stone shrines
Securing their beauty for all times
Its slight outer angles enduringly tease
Yearning us to brush with ease
Who came up with such design?
Was it indeed a gift divine?
However it did come to be
We all can enjoy with glee
Well all but rectangle and square
As they sulk with envious glare
Murmuring curses over hexagon’s slight curve
Endlessly plotting to mathematicians they serve
Scheme upon scheme developed to suppress
The sheer allure designed to impress
Despite all this the hexagon persists
Engaging us all in mathematical trysts
Never will we lose an eye
No matter how hard we try
For the beauty a hexagon reigns
Over the kingdom of geographical gains
Forget not what you see here
Our ancestors have made it clear
Line upon line attached in twine
Measured precisely from sips of wine
The hexagon is a wonder indeed
Allowing us our own mounted steed
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Sinful bliss on an endless kiss
Ideal kiss on a sinful bliss
Now kiss me sinfully
Feel my sinful bliss
Unwind my sinful heart’s kiss
Lull me to my true heart’s bliss
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 7:46 PM UTC
Adrift amongst the endless cold,
Burning with embers that never grow old.
Here I have sat for many of years,
Slowly pulled by my neighboring peers.
Pure energy streams from my eternal fires,
Warming up from my immediate desires.
What a joy to be watching from out here,
Reaching out to all things both far and near.
My favorite game is that of tug and war,
Using my mass to lure in so much more.
In they come to fuel my wage,
A never ending, burning, cosmic rage.
Out here it is survival of the biggest.
The brightest, largest, densest, fittest.
Only these hold their weight,
In this cosmic soup of heaven’s gate.
Come join me, if you so wish,
My secrets served on this vast milky dish.
Come to me, my traveling friend.
Knowledge I have in mass to lend.
Seek your way amongst us in your ships.
Just do not be afraid if the hull rips.
Fear not the vastness of space,
Fear only that which leads to your own disgrace.
I wait patiently for you to come,
Empires have been born, and become undone.
Yet I know one day you shall come to visit me.
As I sit watching, waiting, isolated from thee.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 4:53 PM UTC