Never thought you would be so enticing
My Friends said stay back, don’t even try
Silly me for not taking their advice
I was hooked, and there was no saying bye

I don't ever want to say goodbye
Cause you're too amazing, too stunning
So mind-altering, trust me, I can fly
My heartbeat rises, almost skipping a beat

My pessimistic mind thinks you’re fiction
That being said, you're still my addiction

My creature– My creature can only be from the Wood, from the lake in the heart of it. He must be the ember in the cabin dying by fire, he must emerge from it; and his eye must be red with passion, burning in wrath.
Indeed, my babe can only have the eye of the Wrathful Lamb.
He can only be blade. Tongue wet with Passion.
Heavy with divinity. God-defying. Nothing less. Nothing less.

Could It

it could happen
intense, strong, emotions with exciting speeches

are you kidding me
have you seen it
do you even realize what's going on
back door thinking with front door faces
could it
****......

Brian Hill - 2020 # 44

An unwanted presence is now tapping on the window. The sky has shifted in colour reflecting the imminent emergence of a dark and ancient being. I’ve not known it before but feels strangely familiar, I do know you but choose to ignore you. Your laughter is haunting. I cannot reason or bargain with you. You have a singular purpose governed only by pure instinct. I’m powerless to fight against something I cannot see. But you’ve always been there gently reminding me that one day we shall finally meet. Desperately trying to avoid you I lost my way and found myself aimlessly wondering a path surrounded in darkness and uncertainty. The sudden realisation that you’ve tricked me and instead of running from you I’ve been heading towards you. With each step the path behind me falls away, there is no going back. I am alone. I’ve come to the end of the road, I see you now.

I need you to call my name.

I want to hear it escape your throat.

You know my name. It is the one
that sounds like the stabbing of
steel shovels into sodden soil.

It is the one you addressed
on all those notes and letters.

Say it. Say it now.
Cry my name.

You will say it, even if
it spills from your teeth
and stains your ******* skin.


-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet

Intense
In tents

The night is going to come,
To take your light away.
You will set with the sun,
And you won’t rise with the day.

It doesn’t care who you are.
It doesn’t care about the colour of your skin,
It doesn’t care about your ***.
It doesn’t care if you are rich and famous,
It doesn’t care what you do.
Death will be the end of you.

In the end it doesn’t care.
It doesn’t care.

You can be anything:
A president,
A successful businessman,
A celebrity,
A beautiful person.
It will make you into nothing!

You are all specks,
Stuck to a spinning ball,
Your life means nothing,
Nothing at all!

From nothing you came,
And to nothing you will return.
You were snatched from the darkness,
By the hands of the selfish.
They’ve put you through this life sentence!

Conscious of your birth and impending death,
Unaware of what came before or what’s to come.
The Gods you created cannot save you,
When death comes to pull you down.
Watching as your fleeting life passes you by.
We are all going to be delivered back to the darkness we came from!
It is inevitable, everything will die!

It doesn’t care who you are!
Whether your rich or poor,
Death will make us equal!