Pink. A crush hot.
Three Points. Put that there.
You. Blue
Me. Green
Us. Lovers.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
I never understood Us and Them,
but that what it was all about.
They broke my body and my mind,
They dribbled, crazy like hornets angry, mad,
Intoxicated fury.
They destroyed me, people I once knew, once knew well,
And I never understood that it was all just about us and them.
We will never see eye to eye. Her anger reverberates in my head,
But I cannot replace instead, someone else, that person is dead.
I never understood why it was my fault. But she blamed me nonetheless.
A convicted Hess.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 12:48 PM UTC
The queer gods ruled the ancient world,
The ancient world was queer,
It was ancient when the queers ruled.
Now we are a whisper of the past,
Now we are a thread and gasp,
A rasp, of leaves on a summers day,
Whisked away.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
A Gossamer, glistening in the glen,
Tulips in bloom,
Thrushed, blushing red.
Two lips crushed together,
A stolen breath.
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
The hours, they pass, lovers leap in
two
each others arms
Spaghetti legs and arms,
the nub smell of rub and sheet,
the twine nibs imprint,
a palmer's press.
Give me a kiss, breath,
You escape me, but just.
I cannot escape. I give up.
I cannot escape your lovers lap.
Dippled cheeks, and that,
Smile, laugh.
Your mind is a killer. It's a net of whittle and wit
You laugh because I am an easy lay, I have no complexions, no way
out.
You laugh because I am so strut forward, and you know, you play.
You play, pull touch push. And laugh.
And when I want to say nay, go away and sulk you pull me to your chest,
and **** into me like a full house on a sunny day.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
You worry me, Shy One,
I'd love to get to know you.
But you are not shy, you are a bastion.
Quiet, unmoving, firm. Resolve.
You are a friend, fathoms deep,
I need to fathom you out.
I need to speak to your sleep.
Your pulse, is like the tide, constant, neap.
Under the moon, pale, we sleep
Speak out! Let's just talk about the weather today,
I don't mind. Talking about the weather is just as good,
How are you ? I know you're fine. We don't change those sands of time.
You are deep, but quiet, a firm resolve,
A revolver, rotating drum, by the fire light,
The din of the djinn, is quiet in your soul.
I stare into the embers of the coal.
The call of the night.
Talk to me. Tell me something about you.
Mystery of the mysterious ones,
The seven cities you lived in,
The seven sons,
The seven suns in the sky, revolve around us,
those djinns that live in the bastion
I want to know you, I like you,
Talk to me, even about the weather,
How are you, fine, as ever,
Tell me are you all right, is your family safe,
Do you eat at night ?
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
The ace of spades
Was digging in the flowerbeds
Last night under the shade of the moon
Her rosy lips were clipped and
Her hair in disarray,
As the traffic down in
the valley disapproved.
What happened to Clara at the click of nine,
Down on the corner at fifth and dime ?
Silk stockings and stillettoes
stabbed the night
Traced out in tendrils
Of wispy smoke at bar ends
Aye the glint in his eyes,
That ace of spades,
Put paid to his debt
Of knives.
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 3:01 AM UTC
Cleft hooves clump the ground,
A snort, a sneer, a stutter,
The soulful sojourn of the pan pipe flutter,
Is the trademark of the satyr.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 9:17 AM UTC
He passes by,
Sigh,
Brown, yellowy hair,
Jigjag outlines like fallen leaves
Adorn his clothes,
In his eyes autumn blue skies shine,
Tussled hair brushes his face from the wind
And he makes me smile.
He passes by,
A smile on his face,
A ruby red stripe on purple bluish cheeks,
Ebony brown hair and pale blue eyes like the winter sun.
He holds his hands to his face,
Breathing the breathe of life into them,
And he makes me warm.
He passes by,
Thistle green eyes and bruising body,
Coiled like a spring day, come undone, sprung.
Like the fresh flowers along the lane
And adorn the hedges.
And he makes me love.
He passes by,
He smiles at me,
I sit there in the summer sun,
All these years I have loved him,
But Time passes on.
Oh Son of Time,
You are so youthfully beautiful,
But how quickly yet gracefully,
You grow old.
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 10:49 AM UTC
I have run down the sun,
I have gunned it down dead,
I have taken down the world,
and put a bullet in its head.
Oh no - shards of shadows,
hints of memories lost,
I took the life of another man,
Because I believed in the cross.
Surround me now, oh children young,
For it is for you that I have sold my soul.
Cluck the clutch of bullets young,
In the magazine of my crook’ed gun.
I look at my mind in rewind,
A series of rehearsed images burst.
Somehow I remember nothing but my worst
hours
Hours
hours
Hours
So now I relinquish – for this is my finest hour yet,
I have destroyed the best for myself.
I do not deserve better,
For my sins are costly memories.
I shall cast myself into the sea,
The sea from whence I came,
To beginning of the ride,
To the beginning of the game,
I am happy now – content to say the least,
With a wry smile like the cat with the cream,
It has been a while,
My time has come to a close,
Its been a long time,
This deflowering of the rose,
I have resisted for so long.
I - like the beach - have held back the sea,
Held back the sands of time.
But in the end no matter how long it takes,
The end is inevitable,
So now I my life lay waste.
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 10:47 AM UTC