#loquacious
#***Loquacious hypocrite,
to your own misery.
Criticize internally
Obsequious narcissist,
to your own false idol.
No love to be found there
You can’t beguile us
For the swirling voices,
no longer bask in our glow***#
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
Lust For Life Vampire Love - Poem
(Part 1)
At dusk I heard a meadowlark
then saw you lurking in the dark.
I turned to dash and tried to flee
and failed to utter one last plea.
With piercing eyes you mesmerized
transfixed I lay there hypnotized
enraptured by the spell you cast
flashed images of life that passed.
You tasted blood and I outgrew
my need to live the life I knew.
As I lay limp my life force waned
while faint my heart the blood soon drained.
Confined to darkness of the night
I wander without feeling light.
You claim your thirst did justify
your lust for life was reason why
You took my life to be as one
then vanished like the setting sun.
I have no life and feel no pain
without a heart to love again.
What You Did Cannot Be Undone - Poem
(Part 2)
Alone I am now cursed to roam
What you did cannot be undone
I can not hope to have a home
or gaze upon the rising sun
You rashly chose to trade your life
for death not immortality
Still now I see your blood lust rife
as when you took the life from me
You say you cannot ever die
but fail to see you do not live
Your life through death is but a lie
That blinds you to the truth I give
Life is too short to care so much
for one that only hunts to ****
And though my heart you cannot touch
The memories may linger still
You thought that I should be as you
but I will not your folly make
to live your lie and think it true
so through my heart I drive a stake.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
Suddenly the plot sickens… Lurching out of a comatose state, the sudden onset of panic…left with a past that has never passed…was and is always present. At present, past and a past present, both distinctly different from the present prospect of the past degenerating already into a future prospect which will never be. Suffer that. Being prey to anxiety, nostalgia and hope…. to attain from time to time the absolute serenity of a perception of timelessness, a state of lack of perception of time; to fuse together some brief fragments of eternity, we can perceive on this side of life, through a glass darkly. Though eventually will perceive with crystal clarity, in sharp focus. Simulators. Emulators. I keep bumpin’ intae mysel. That’s just the point. Around the bend. It’s not the end. Sons of fear and sorrow, will you cheer tomorrow? Sons of toil and danger, will you serve a stranger? A new beginning, never ending. Still sometimes I feel so low that I want tae “top mysel.” But I will go on. God is ma strength. He is ma Salvation. The only Way, The Truth and The Life. Love. Always was and always will be. HE IS.
Feb 18, 2024
Feb 18, 2024 at 8:27 AM UTC