We wax eloquent
in forgotten
languages
describing marvels
to the dead.

Even when
they remember
the languages,
the dead are not
impressed.

~mce

Full of quiet nights and trusted friends,
movie nights that never end,
starry eyes and gleaming smiles- what beautiful sights.
I shined brightest under those lights.

Dreaming about familiar streets and places,
I miss most the loving faces
of friends and family and others as dear.
Oh, to have them again so near.

Here, thousands of  miles from where I set out,
I have friends who like me, no doubt.
They're just not the same as those old and worn,
those precious ones whose distance I mourn.

Ghosts exist,
The ghosts of our mistakes,
They wander in our hearts,
And break us,
Piece
By piece,
Until we've been torn into shreds,
And completely fallen apart.

Spirits exist,
The spirits of who we break,
They tear us apart,
And shatter us,
Shard
By Shard
Until they dictate our heads.
And drop anchor in our heart.

hot wet grip squirm throb lick whisper gasp groan
touch yes gooey sticky heat rushed seize ****
hush drool coy moan grab push pull eat eye-roll
tease yes swirl soft shiny squeeze tasty tongue

fingers **** ***** ugh unf yes breath *******
pound lips hard angry bite slap choke spank stroke
pant blow yes rub tan pale mumble please pink
flutter mutter sigh gasp heart pause oh yes

arms legs quiver plead whine feel beg body
yes tense grunt **** smooth play two deep desperate
*** fasterdeeper passion yes slow no
yes sudden laugh bruise scratch oh yes shake kiss

love yes smug yes come yes scream yes wow you
yes close spit swallow peck pet soft sleep dream

Sip from my soft, silky soul
Bite my hot, ****** heart
Devour my dangerously divulgent dreams
Feed on my forgotten fears
Wash it down with my whispered words
Help yourself to my everything

You say love makes you strong
You need me so you can grow
I give you my body and mind
Until I have nothing left
Except the gnawing feeling
Of being hungry...

Most men
do not require
poetry.
They can
take it
or leave it.

But women are poetry
and very interesting
to read.
~mce

from Beautiful Losers.

God is alive. Magic is afoot.
God is alive. Magic is afoot.
God is afoot. Magic is alive. Alive is afoot.
Magic never died.
God never sickened.
Many poor men lied. Many sick men lied.
Magic never weakened. Magic never hid. Magic always ruled.
God is afoot. God never died.
God was ruler though his funeral lengthened.
Though his mourners thickened Magic never fled.
Though his shrouds were hoisted the naked God did live.
Though his words were twisted the naked Magic thrived.
Though his death was published round and round the world the heart did not believe.
Many hurt men wondered. Many struck men bled.
Magic never faltered. Magic always led.
Many stones were rolled but God would not lie down.
Many wild men lied. Many fat men listened.
Though they offered stones Magic still was fed.
Though they locked their coffers God was always served.
Magic is afoot. God rules.
Alive is afoot. Alive is in command.
Many weak men hungered. Many strong men thrived.
Though they boasted solitude God was at their side.
Nor the dreamer in his cell, nor the captain on the hill.
Magic is alive.
Though his death was pardoned round and round the world the heart would not believe.
Though laws were carved in marble they could not shelter men.
Though altars built in parliaments they could not order men.
Police arrested Magic and Magic went with them for Magic loves the hungry.
But Magic would not tarry.
It moves from arm to arm.
It would not stay with them.
Magic is afoot. It cannot come to harm.
It rests in an empty palm.
It spawns in an empty mind.
But Magic is no instrument.
Magic is the end.
Many men drove Magic but Magic stayed behind.
Many strong men lied.
They only passed through Magic and out the other side.
Many weak men lied.
They came to God in secret and though they left him nourished they would not tell who healed.
Though mountains danced before them they said that God was dead.
Though his shrouds were hoisted the naked God did live.
This I mean to whisper to my mind.
This I mean to laugh with in my mind.
This I mean my mind to serve till service is but Magic moving through the world, and mind itself is Magic coursing through the flesh, and flesh itself is Magic dancing on a clock, and time itself the Magic Length of God.

Monkey won't let go
with hand around unseen fruit
in *** tied to post
monkey is forever trapped
against his self interest