Breaking on a weathered shore
The waves of time in tempest rhyme
Relentless through the open space
They’ve left my mind in a scattered state
The winds of change have blown this way
Across the void into my dreams
Upon the mountains of my mind
And through the valleys they do whine
The trembling earth beneath my feet
Shakes me up and all around
Gravity’s tremors wrestle with me
To pull me down into the ground
A raging flame roars in my ears
I turn around to face the sound
That fire that burns inside of me
I hold it close but carefully
The churning vortex draws me in
Its clutch is great and its goal is clear
I spin and spin till the daylight’s gone
And find no end to its endless song
There’s nothing mentioned that can’t be said
The wheels of fortune can’t be read
The mind of matter can’t be defied
And the rains from heaven can not be denied
When rain comes around to quench my flame
When the earth turns round and pulls me down
There’s very little I can say
But I choose to take it my very own way
An old hag, I tell ya,
She read my palm,
And revealed it.
That only momentary pleasures,
Were written in my destiny,
Of varying measures.
I agree to some extent,
Only torment is permanent,
As pleasures are just temporary.
Lost within myself they often get,
Like a delightful chocolate bar,
Akin to one from a beer bar.
Dissatisfied with every happiness,
Half filled with unspilled tears,
The other half of lost years.
We were not meant to be puppets,
By doing a dance act through manipulation.
Humans are intended to put on their own show,
A play with people controlling the plot.
The tale basically has two themes,
A destined path to good and to evil.
With the power of freewill,
We choose our own ending in the story.
A higher power lets us decide our fate,
Letting us choose between love and hate.
all my life i held a dream
of a woman i would love
she would be alluring
a charming countenance
erudite, with an angelic face
a muscular stretching willow
arching her legs over head
kissing her own
curving soft feet
a graceful contortionist
in confetti colored sparkle pantyhose
stretching towards me
silken hair draping a perfect symmetry
with spun sugar kisses
wafting the scent of vanilla
and candied vaporous breath
lips like cherry glistening lozenges
one never knows ones destiny
i met her
my girl destiny
except for a faint look of languor and ruin
with a tinge of withering
she was without doubt unbearably titillating
with razor thin blackened lips
mascara slits for eyes
hair pulled straight back
jelled like hardened licorice
with satanic blood rivulets
and pitch fork tattooed tits
a vice of lechery
a malefaction of moral turpitude
her ass scarred from orgiastic beatings
her anus became
like a large wrinkly mouth
resembling the face of a bullfrog
from pleasuring herself with
a broken creel
suffering bouts of anxiety
like a weeping moon
having been institutionalized
in Mother Marys Hell House
from a ghastly bout of parricide
a hobbling gloomish troll
while the dark veins of mother
ran through her soul
leaving little choice
but to dispatch
abandoning their corpses in the kitchen
like strewn litter
Wanting to promote a righteous cause,
But confused in an enormous maze.
Imperfections appeared with each mystery,
Leading to unwanted acts of contempt.
Even though sin led to punishment,
Grounds for virtuous principles meant to shine.
Needing to find the right trail in life,
Battling for virtue in every aspect of living.
The inner demons that prevailed were conquered,
Discovering survival without sinister tactics.