If my God sacrificed
   His only Son for
   A manwhore like I,

Why should I be
   Unwilling to lay down
   My life for His glory?

I pray to die a death
   That will have His name
   Upon my lips when I
   Speak my last words.

I am but a lone man
   Rebellious in flesh
   Aloft in my desires.

Almighty I pray;
   Clean my heart
   With Your Spirit.

The realization hit me later that night
it's not that your words cut like knives
in a moment of truth they didn't
Nothing felt overpowering
not even the thought of blue eyes
Never had I thought about you in your entirety
Only the thought of
And I still do like blue eyes
like ships they pull me in
like waves they always come back
But you're not the only one with blue eyes; I've got them too

Here in poets' glory, we bask....
Not long ago, a bard did ask,
"When did poetry become ethnography?"
Verse is part of human anthropology,
Even part of Christianity,
Millions of people read the psalms,
Millions of folk read their Koran,
As part of their faith of Islam,
Poetry is a sweet and sour dish,
You can interpret as you wish,
Each verse is a snapshot of society,
Part of our cultural anthropology,
So, "When did poetry become ethnography?"
This muse has set us a task,
Good question to ask, good question to ask,
As here, in poets' glory, we bask.....

So this Sorceress,Vampiress-Succubus was the one whose unholy trust,
I had to bust out of,break out from-
like the Queen of the ****** she used Wicked Temptation,
to fool my crew,my man lost his way,
I could hear his final screams as demons dragged him away,
to be a centre stage meal at the next Vampire feast,
but the Sandman would never leave a man to the beast...
So like Blade mixed with Slaine I forgave him,then slayed him,
(New from Weds)he'd betrayed me,but i couldn't betray him,
so to the sweet arms of Morpheus I gave release,
so he wouldn't feel the ever painful touch with no Surcease,
With Vamps gathered on my Left,Ghouls hissing on my right,
The Sandman knew it was time to release the tight,
hold on my soul that kept my own BEAST in check,
time for a reckoning was ripped from my neck,
in a howl,part growl as I began to transform...,


(I've run out of ideas for the moment)-any suggestions are welcome...

We lost each other
In the midst of our feelings.
The oceans filled with the words of our hearts.
Walking right next to each other.
Not seeing, not looking.
Was I invisible to you?
Am I still invisible to you?
I can't reach your hand,
And you don't want to reach mine.
You keep roaming in the mist,
And although I see the path
The path of light
I stay.
I stay in the mist with you.

We lost each other
In the midst of our feelings.
The time we spent in these orbits,
Around one another,
Looking, grasping, almost touching,
Was it all lost time?
Oh, love of mine.
We collided at the seams of our hearts,
The oceans flooded with the words that poured out of my mind.
But we weren't meant to be.
We were different planets.
Lost.
Alone.
And floating aimlessly
Through infinity.

You never know how broken someone really is until they give you a part of themselves.