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Jun 2016 · 768
Direction
MrJoker Jun 2016
How many can moments change your path?
Those side-swipe flashes that turn you inside out and upside down…
Those times when the compass needle spins without direction…

I’ve known a number of these occasions, and they become clearer with the benefit of hindsight…
They look like every other day instances, unremarkable…and then all of a sudden…

You cant plan, prep or anticipate when your North Star points South…
When your watch ticks anti-clockwise or your ‘never’ becomes ‘now’!
All one can do is drift with the current and see which wave breaks and in what direction it casts you…

Except with 'Her'…
I saw her and immediately knew this one was that Wave, the magnet inducing the compass to spin…
With Her smile my watch ticked backward, and my ‘never’ became ‘now’…

She is the exception to the rule…the train heading for you that one see’s coming yet embraces the impact nevertheless…

Now I drift in Her current…Her ocean…Her world…
At Her mercy…but with a true heading all the same!
May 2016 · 364
For L...
MrJoker May 2016
There’s a girl I know who is beauty incarnate,
And a list of her flaws is an impossible collate…
She moves with sheer grace like the wind though a field,
And with a flick of her hair, my fate was thus sealed!

Her skin pale as snow, her hair dark as night,
Her body a song, as when angels take flight!
Her voice has a note that makes one weak at the knees,
With whispers of love that beguile, tempt and tease…

She makes one laugh, from the depths of your being,
And her talent is something I cannot believe seeing!
Her past is full of doubt and confusion,
Yet I hope and pray we'll be the conclusion!

She makes me feel like a man needs to feel,
She is the reason I wake, my rudder, my keel!
I love her with all of my heart and I swear…
I never will harm you, for our love is so rare!
May 2016 · 568
walk passed me again
MrJoker May 2016
Walk passed me again…
please make my day whole
your attention is craved
your soul black as coal!

Be my lover, be my muse
Be the one I want to abuse
Make me your hero, your love, your white knight
Hold me close, hold me tight

You wear black and leather and make me a’shiver,
I desire your life and to make you a’quiver!
A soul in the mirror, two into one,
Oh what a life, oh what good fun!
May 2016 · 311
hunting
MrJoker May 2016
Your neck looks sleek and slender…
Very much that of your superior gender…
Pale white skin draped over muscle..
Oh how I will soon enjoy our brief tussle!

The blood in your body is hidden and warm…
Soon it will gush like the sea in a storm…
If only you knew and you stand on the corner …
Pity that soon no one will mourn her!

I wander close by, picking up your scent…
While you make the money needed for this cold night’s rent;
The blade in my jacket is ready and keen,
Will it first puncture a lung…or the spleen…

The common people scurry about their dull lives,
Unaware of the terror I’ll bring to their wives…
As I approach, you bump into a Gent,
Selling your soul a worn weathered cent!

You’ve escaped for this time, and I bid you goodnight...
Your neck remains whole and fully upright,
Luck favoured you, your Gent saved your life…
I’ll look elsewhere to satiate my knife!

Oh how I wish, I could have set you free…
And felt your life end in front of me!
Ill find a new lover with whom to play games,
Under the light of the gaslight’s dull flames…
May 2016 · 303
Ripper's muse
MrJoker May 2016
Rain drenched cobbles and a flickering light…
Fog rolling in and a scream in the night…
Distant footsteps and a constable’s whistle…
A terrible sight that’s makes ones hairs bristle…

The cobbles run red, and the walls drip with blood…
The body lies broken, covered in mud…
The public are panicked and well they should be…
For the Ripper is out there, that you’ll soon see…

Home by the river and in through the rear…
Where She lies waiting, eager to hear…
Her love for my deed is dark and grotesque…
Her passion for ****** draped over my desk!

To please her I’ll return to the dark, damp East End…
And another ‘plaything’ to hell I will send!
To pleasure my mistress, my goddess, my muse…
Her bloodlust is a request that I shall never refuse!
May 2016 · 494
She...
MrJoker May 2016
Have you ever met someone who rocks your world?
Who changes your life with a smile on her face?
Who makes you believe that there is something to come…
Who gives you a meaning, a vision, a taste…

Im not a pious or religious man, yet I do believe,
And her existence is proof blatant
That there is more than is seen!

Her hair is jet black, with skin pale and white…
Her lips rosey and tender and so terribly right!
She moves like a goddess and sings like a bird…
If she were mine I would love her in ways yet unheard…
May 2016 · 267
beginning
MrJoker May 2016
Love fills me when I see her face,
I cannot control my heart and its pace,
Zero walls will keep her from me,
And all I desire is her heart’s precious key.
Reality has a new golden hue,
I will always treasure and love you!
Every day I will win your love’s race…
May 2016 · 567
My darling Reaper...
MrJoker May 2016
I hurt;
I hurt in ways that I cannot say aloud for fear it will consume the air in the room;
I hurt with a hundred little cuts that pull open whenever I try to move within this ‘skin’;
I hurt when I smile as the sheer falsity of it renders it void;
I hurt when people claim they hurt but in reality know nothing of real pain;
I hurt…

I ache;
I ache for a time when the pain wasn’t real;
I ache for respite and for a light at the end of a tunnel;
I ache with muscles that long to be used but are instead withered to naught;
I ache to smile for a reason and not for someone else’s;
I ache…

I hurt;
I hurt when I am not with you...
I ache;
I ache when you are not in my flesh…

And now I can smile…thinking of you…my release...
the pain begins to recede…
May 2016 · 272
Her
MrJoker May 2016
Her
I miss her in ways she would not fathom,
Yet she isn’t mine to miss…
She holds my attention
From that first stolen kiss…

Her heart is my wish
Her body my desire…
Ill hold her hand always
With a passion and fire…

She isn’t my own
Yet she professes to be…
I’ll woo her with my love
And hope she chooses me…

— The End —