Horrendous trick’ry, iron-breasted scorn!
Abandoned here, alone in brush, stay still!
Poseidon's beard! I so do blush, rage-filled!
Perhaps they jest? Return allies, lest fear
Yank all my hope; Retire dark thoughts, lope far!

There are no signs of my friends,
Hollow creaks and humid cracks
Are the only companions here.
Now, fear finds me, alone.
Knowing my weakness, it circles,
Showing signs of vicious hunger,
Gnawing fangs in every root,
Impossible claws draped over branches
Veering out at me with blood-lust.
In the darkness, eyes peer out,
No two alike in color or size.
Gone are the merriment and novelty.



Hecate astral, hallowed goddess, regal
An’mate Queen, deliver me from evil.
Press away the ne’er-do-wells that “cower”;
Pagans shrivel, fearful of your power.
You who mandates dark skies, I sing forthwith.

The blackbird perches high, alone in its tree.
Home is always a heavenly place to be.
A bitter gale might carry a bird far,
No worries, within its chest is a little heart
Knowing the way back to awaiting friends;
Soon they will sing aloud and make amends.
Gleeful gathering of chirps and quacks,
Isn’t it swell to now be back?
Very merry indeed, but the cuckoo interrupts,
If you truly loved us, why did you leave so abrupt?
None reply, for they all know better,
Giving him an answer encourages his rude behavior.



Hath heaven no home for so daft a twit?
***-king, I am; for what love is there save
Pathetic lust that will act quite legit?
Pretended passions don’t befit the brave.
Yet, many doth prefer this “love” in life...

The name of love, when spoken sweet,
Hath no rival, that could ever compete.
And when it’s spoken, in loud, brash tone,
Now its glories are all but gone.
Know this friend, when you are forsaken,
Speak the true name of love, and yours shall reawaken.
Go forth and find that name,
Ignite passions, fan the flames
Venus has imbued within your breast.
Ignore the vexations of jealous pests.
No love may match the one you choose.
Gallant lovers love their own truths.

Blue-bellied lizards scamper beneath trees,
Beneath dandelion and mahogany colored leaves.
Red robins soar above fluff-filled clouds,
Above legions of scarf-wearing, pumpkin carving crowds.
Translucent winds carry the scent of autumn. Carrying the seeds of next spring’s blossoms.
Soon after the tidings of winter shall arrive,
Soon shall the snowmen and pine trees come alive.
White flakes of yuletide joy will leave no spot uncolored,
Hugs and kisses: shared among friends, family, and lovers.
The bells of kindness will ring across this winter wonderland--
Love for all people of all races; mercy to the innocent and ******.
All this would be a nice change for the rains of my mind;
It's been three years, but I have yet to again see the sun shine.

What are words for?
When I try to talk
You shut a door
On my honesty.
You frown and gawk
And it’s a cruelty
For you to let me think  
I could ever get a word in.
I should really get a shrink
Because when I open my mouth
Yours beats me to the punch
And you always leave me without
Saying what I wanted to say
You should try it for once
It’s overwhelming to live this way.

I spent so much time
Trying to learn your language.
You weren’t the first,
But you are the last.
Self confidence has taught me
All the vocabulary I could ever need
To learn my own language.

I chose this, but what if I didn’t?
Two paths diverging, a whole labyrinth
Of ideas, of choices, my life
Might have been halved by the knife
Of my own choices, of my own doubts.
A quantum phenomena occurring throughout
My day to day, second to second routine,
Who do I choose to be when no one’s looking?

I toil away
And day by day
The harder I try
The slower time goes by.
The days get longer and longer,
Should I stop trying harder and harder?
At this rate I will be old with advice to tell
My young children: “Slow down, enjoy yourself!”

Why can’t I stop myself?
This addiction I can’t fight—
I’m in darkness, I need your light
Even though this fire burns me,
Putting salt in these old wounds
Is like taking a rusty harpoon
Right through my right knee.

Why can’t I stop myself?
I said I’d quit, was my mantra was a lie?
A false truth said one too many times?
Or was it honesty, an introspective truth?
Temporary like the morning dew,
As fleeting as the sunset’s hue?
I couldn’t keep away, not from you.