Frigid steps
Uninvited guests
Hideous segues
Rendezvous', no ways
Puritanical loves
Overvalued doves
But don't forget the turkey!

Cold sneering leaves stick through frightful roots
Green shatters droplets of desire looking to ensnare views
A crescent wind sticks through circular layers ripping with bitter apathy
Yet paying to days of grey

It was so evident
The glimpse into your eye
Your fabled promise
Your, ignoramus
Closing to me, why?
It was so clear
No shadows fear
Your bloom on deep lagoon
Your spiraled scented perfume
Your history's last gloom
It was so right
As dawn breaking over the sound
Sheer carts of wheeling...ground
The love of promise, promised found
It was so evident, so clear
Because I was talking to a witch

Mystery, the faint illusion
Is often as closed as time
It pierces drives settles confides
In that which we can't find
Look beyond Maya
Try if you can
Heart will break
Love will take
Mystery's right hand
Alas, for were it so, no known would know......
...the line
For illusion is disillusion
And faith is refusion
As long as we can't see mystery's own

Behind!

Blood piercing my skin
Salvation a damnation in my mind
Quick like the scent of sin
Horrors crucifix rewind
Endlessly endless
Folk hearts and celibace

An age too unknown for hell
The driver is there as well
On a cross

Retrograde astrology
In a new cosmology
She looks from afar
I see chronology
Don't laugh I gasp
The faint glimmers of sunlight
Look but don't leap
I want twilight
A friend so deep
The city sleeps
A crescent moon
A deep lagoon
The water and waves
The ocean paves
A dark line forward
How untoward
Stars tell the story
In this allegory
No matter how gory
Are the worries
I try to see
Believe what be
Stars tell the story
In the retrograde stars

She saw me with the twinkle in her eye
A smirk a wry grin mistaken for a cry
The smooth sound of voice with voice
Satiny smooth skin a perk of the ear, her choice
Her sensory saucy chagrin the uplift of silky tragedies
The embulient sound of, come hither, wise words that look to expound from deep forgotten cavities
Alas.
How one tries to read a phone!