Should I be kind and gently knock?
Place my hand and just simply rock?
Open the curtains, let light in,
whisper words, of night time sin?   No!


I'll Tickle your nose with feathers,
so in your face you mash lather?
In some warm water place your hand,
in hope things go just as planned?

With pots and pans make a ruckus,
so you jump right up and focus?
Scream while wearing a ****** mask,
so when you wake you heart beats fast?

Won't do you good to throw a fit.
Yep!  The devil made me do it.

Our life together reaches its painful end.
We both grew weary of the daily grind.
Our early years were filled with romance and love,
so if you could, for us, this one last time.....

Wake me with a rose, gliding over my skin.
Let its perfume, gently blend with your scent.
Kiss me sweetly, let it linger on my lips.
Love me with a passion, till our bodies are spent.

I will sigh and rest my head upon your chest,
dreamily listening to the beat of your heart.
As I rise to leave you, for the last time,
send me away with a love song, as we part.

Just give me one good reason why I should go with you,
running round the yard nekkid, like we use to do.
Don't you recall the repercussions the last time we did that?
There's places on me I don't want sunburned, that is a fact.
Why, everyone in this small town knows who we are.
You never know when someone will drive by in their car.
I do believe the neighbor uses a telescope.
Into other peoples homes, her nose she likes to poke.
Now don't you go laughing at me as I turn beet red,
as you pull the shirt off over your head
I'm trying to talk some common sense into you.
I must admit that I am enjoying the view.
I can do this by myself, I don't need any help.
I'm not stalling for time. Oh! A breeze I just felt.
All right then, here we stand in our birthday suits.
Well, almost, you do look cute in them cowboy boots.
O.K. off we'll run together, when you count to three.
Take my hand, I can't believe I'm doing this..................1,2,3,WHEEEEEEEE!

Death came on this night.
But it was not by my hand.
He had been a friend.

Those that sought vengeance on me,
found I had one weakness.
One for a mortal.

He had been as a father,
for Thirty plus years.
Although he asked no questions,
he knew I was....different.

They used him to trap me.
But I knew this day would come.
I dreaded it so.
I killed the three who dared try.
It came at a precious price.

I have one regret,
other than his cruel ******.
While he lay dying.  
He saw the monster I am
and his eyes showed fear of me.


~Lord Kellington



This is the fourth installment from
The Diaries Of Lord Kellington

I thirst!
I Hunger!
It gnaws at me.
Pulls at me, my mind is on fire.
Through my window, I see now that the moon will soon be full.  A day or two at the most to wait.

Then will come the beasts.  The mortal men who prowl amid their madness.  Growling, baying, ripping, shredding.

I am connected to them through their blood lust.  I feel their need.  It doubles my own.

My clothes chafe.  
My skin crawls.
I need to ****.
Not hunt....****!

Yet something hold me back.  Keeping me captive in my lair.  It will not allow me to purge this keening need.
It keeps me waiting, the need to **** growing.  It is ecstasy in it's pain.

I have shut Crystal out.  I am not in control of my senses.  She smells now of food.  I will not!

Two more days at the most.
Then I feast!

~Lord Kellington

With your kiss still upon my lips,
I watch the door slowly close.
You never said that you had chose.
So the tears down my cheeks slip.

I can still feel your fingertips,
stroking my face as you rose.
With your kiss still upon my lips,
I watch the door slowly close.

Six months does not make a courtship.
No promises made, I suppose.
But why is it you could easily dispose,
of someone you swore to worship,
with your kiss still upon my lips.

The breath of life, in a poem,                  
                     comes with the first stroke of your pen.
      
Your heart and soul poured into it,
                     ink, the blood that flows within.

Imagery, becomes sinuous,
                     entwined with rhythm flowing.

Singing amongst your memories,
                     your emotions, overflowing.

Taking form, molded by your hand,
                     into an image on the page.

With depth of vision, to be shared,
                     spotlighted on the stage.

To be spoken and proudly shown,
                     or kept for your own collection.

Individual, unique art,
                     ones own personal reflection.

No need to fear
It's just invisible me
just came up for a visit

It's Halloween night
My favorite night of the year
I have so much fun

That rustle in the leaves?
The foot steps that follow you?
That moan in the wind?

The door that slams shut?
Why, that's just little old me
doing what I love

I love Halloween
My only night of the year
that I get to play

The rest of the year
I stay down "There".  Who makes
those noises then??  Hmm?

Bwaaaaahahahaha

Two halves of a whole
                  blend in perfect harmony
                                          Concert of the heart
                           ~~
                                
The touch of your soul
                   fate plucked at my heart strings
                                                 Life's music of love

As I rise to leave you, this one last time,
you sing to me of love, that once was ours.
Stopping me in my tracks, so I tremble,
as your voice slowly melts all my willpower.

I turn back to see you there on bended knee,
holding the rose that had whispered upon my skin.
Your song reaches deeply into my soul,
asking me not to leave, to keep us whole.

It is so clear, we are where we belong,
within your sweet words, we found a way to mend.
We renew our joy, in each others arms,
promising to never let the love song end.

The skies sadness touched me
with a coldness upon my skin
To tell you the depth of it
Just where do I begin

The grey took my breath away
Scattering it amongst the winds
Then as the tears fell
The rain let loose again

My eyes saw no color
Just a veil that was thin
A wavering of vision
as heat waves off ash bins

I tasted a bit of salt
For my wounds, I rubbed it in
The whole of my being grieved
For the sun in a cloud coffin

How do I convey with words
That which is personal within
The thickness of the dictionary
means little when depression sets in

What we do, reveals us.
          
         What we say, explains thus

To ****** a moment of time,
weave it into something tangible.
(No, not I).

Create imagery with words that dance,
around and behind the eyes.
(No.  Not I).

Pull emotions by blending,
amounts of self, facts and fiction.
(No, not I).

Holding the soul of the reader close,
so that they live that moment.
(Not I).

Accepting you have failed
and nothing more needs be written down.
*(I).

The skies sadness touched me
with a coldness upon my skin
To tell you the depth of it
Just where do I begin

The grey took my breath away
Scattering it amongst the winds
Then as the tears fell
The rain let loose again

My eyes saw no color
Just a veil that was thin
A wavering of vision
as heat waves off ash bins

I tasted a bit of salt
For my wounds, I rubbed it in
The whole of my being grieved
For the sun in a cloud coffin

How do I convey with words
That which is personal within
The thickness of the dictionary
means little when depression sets in