It was an act of purest love
That required her to **** him . . .
The bond between them was forged
Over so many years of going in the same direction—
Fighting the same fight
Siblings alike in manner
Muse and cause
Her eyes were like spear points
Spinning in carefully veiled compassion
Over what she must do next
He lay still as stone
Looking now as he once had before . . .
Her pride slipped then finally dying in Angry Joy
Savage and sharp as a Bitter Molten Sword
She deeply knew this Blood Price must be paid
But the balance of things Lost Forever
Stilled her hand a few moments longer—
Favoring him with calm examination
She was at a loss for words
But there was no one to tell anyway—
And once done would haunt her ever more
So with defiant resignation
And tolerant acceptance
She clamped it all together
And did what she had avoided for much too long
Her counsel cleared . . .
Her actions deliberate
Then against the bronze-rose colored wall
A woman’s silhouette breathed—
Moved
And quietly Pulled the Plug . . .
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC
Alluring sensations
Whispered lucid suggestions
Wrap her—
In embers hot
Take her—
In fires untamed
And lick her—
Like stars in my blood . . .
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
65 million years later
The New Dinosaur sits in his Bill Blass suit
Staring from a windless tower
Surveying all that is his
Still clinging to the equation
Survival of the fittest
He holds desperately to
His bleached out dreams
But still, he can find no beauty
No moral certainty
No final answers
Save for the answer
Of dying alone
In a Dark Valley of Arrogance
And Despair
Far away from truth—
And the solace of serenity and fulfillment
For his refusal to Unify in Oneness
And in the distance
THE ALL shakes His mighty countenance
“Time to start again . . .“
Authors note: Dinosaurs ruled the Earth 250 million years. Mankind has roughly been around
a mere couple million. . . by the stupidity of our arrogance and superiority complex, the warning signs are there— our time is running out. . .
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC
Something felt prophetic about the night
The music was alive with velvet promise
Like melodic jewels dropped from heaven
A quiet storm of desire descended upon them
His gentleness was eager and excited
Her grace was brave and honest
Both intense in their willingness
She smiled into his eyes then –
Such exquisite torture
His heart too full for speech
In short course his flesh fused into hers
Down reaching into her very bones
And the floodgates of bliss
Tumbled lavishly mixed with the sound
Of their silken sighs
Words spoken so easily
In their smoldering passion
As he called out to God
And in deep ecstatic whispers
She swore in blood oaths
Their bodies became fluid
Like warm mercury mingling
Flowing hotly together as a Single River
Into the farthest reaches of forever
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
If you perchance to look into the Abyss
Just remember—the Abyss also looks into you . . . ”
– Friedrich Nietzche
I dared presume to reach the depths
Of Purest Pure Thought
To touch God . . .
Down through layers of consciousness deeply I dove—
And deeper still
Until I reached the critical junction of Fathomless Deep Awareness
Where the strobing slashes of light and dark
Became One Hellish Grey Maelstrom
Of Maddeningly Sheer Chaos
The Pearlescence of my identity all but squashed . . .
I beheld the cosmic linchpin of Balanced Pandemonium
Beautifully Resplendent and Repellently Frightful—
Wellspring of The All
It became as mental blows
Pounding lustrous images of Divine Oneness
Into my being . . .
I was connected into the foundation of All
And it terrified me beyond repulsion—
I could bare the Allness Beauty
Of Swirling Hideous Nothing/Something
But an instant only
Aft I desperately swam
Rearward through tiers of awareness
Voraciously upward back into reality
Shaking in raw Astonishment—
Tear-eyed disbelief
And pure Horror . . .
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
Mid autumn’s eve
Dancing dust and flickering campfire alive
The slumbering women
With narrow waists
Fan the white-hot humidity
Rising in our *****
We are torn by a peculiar ***** pain
And an Ancient Whisper tells us to take them
But a Hollow Echo retorts our hammering heart
To be patient in our sleepless heat
As a watcher in the woods
Until the women’s voices
Are darkly wet with desire—
But we cannot wait . . .
An impish grin then pulls our lips
When the sinister silence
Drapes over the desirable women
We span their length with our imagination
Full bosomed and tawny skin—
Musk and wildflowers lavishly call us
And we, carefree with the flames
Take them with a Ruling Passion
Fast dance and star fire
Clawed and kicked fought and spit
Struggling dearly to save their thighs
Against the Velvet Night
Blood smell becomes the campfire
Dancing dust dies
And we return to our sleepless side
Our Eternal Hunger satiated for the moment
And the narrow waists
Lying spent and used were Murderously Furious—
But we could not wait . . .
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC