Persephone smiles the darkness to light
Yet I am but blinded by my own vice
Twas my greed which choked her dreams of youth
To ferment her innocence in sweet vermouth

I bear the warriors of battles lost
Greet them with warmth bitten by frost
And heroes who see the journey through
To the Elysian Fields where hope's renewed

I cage the souls whose just deserve
To feed the fires beneath the earth
Tormenting Demons with whips of flames
Wicked Witches Inflicting infinite pain

Who am I but that which has been written thus far
The God of the Netherworld, Lord of Brimstone and Fire
Yet more than that, I've become and so I am
So fear me not less thou be ******

Persephone smiles the darkness to light
For those who dare to stand and fight...

Tin cans off the Marriage
carriage to our honeymoon
too drunk to **** but one
for the road and drive to
Mars and a tree house
with a full moon and years
gone by and kids and
ulcers and shrinks and
finally divorce.
We die together.

It was the inevitability of rain
And its unbridled beads of pearls
Kissing my parched window sill
That percolated inside the crevices
Of my temperamental mind.
The sunless sky unlit my listless eyes
Pouring heavily from the looming clouds
The morning coffee looked just as dismal
As the free-flowing muddy waters
Receding toward an abyss of false finality.
Each sip echoes the pitter-patter
But the drink unstripped better in memory
The aftertaste left much to be desired
Like the bitterness of unwelcomed hellos
That came after our sun-kissed goodbyes.