Like an eager painter
I’ve splashed red across the milky white
Deeper in the center pinker as it trails out,
She loves the way the leather brushes her canvas
Stinging swashes and caressing strokes,
Her smile rings of joy where the moans cry out in pain.

There’s a twinkle in her eyes
Smallest pellet of tears working
Simultaneous with the pooling drenching tight clad cotton
I can smell Dior mixed with her sweet nectar,
Tickling the nose just over the bristles of my rough stache
And I return to my canvas, another broad swash,
Another clapping slap of skin to hide;
Echoed sounds reverb in stereo back tracked by the sweetest cry


“Please” isn’t a need
And barely a beg,
Show me with the wiggling of hips
Tease me with slight arches
Waft your *** to tremble my senses
Make. Me. Lose. Control.

She pants, heavy breaths
Shallow, quick - needing
The brain is in a fog - a haze
One tracked, foaming at the tongue
Drooling down her chin,
Flush ruby rose cheeks -
She’s fiending like an addict
Out of control convulsions when the brush tickles the warmth of wounds
She’s swooning with her body, slithering in silk sheets like a snake in sand

“Come for me”
I command it, not ask for it
I demand it, not suggest.
My fingers press against the fabric
And with one swift grip the cotton fails
Ripping from the wetted seams and drenched middle
Honey sticking to glistened flower petal lips
Looking like spider webs caught in rain.
How pink and perfect, dribbling uncontrollably-
She is ready.

I enter an index and *******
Folds gliding and inviting first and second knuckles in,
Curling down pressing towards the belly,
Opening and curling, come hither, follow directions
Make me happy, make me proud.
Make. Me. Lose. Control.

It doesn’t take much
The build was effective,
Her body was quaking for release
And as her body shivers and shakes
Her screams go hoarse,
Eyes roll back and sight nearly goes black,
Her core contracting like doing sit-ups at lightning speed
Her leather cuffed hands grasping sheets
We have reached the crescendo

And after the crash and clash
After the waves have passed,
A silent bemoaning remained.

“PlEaSe….”

And then I lost control…

Every wail of wind
Is a mournful dirge
Carrying off through the distance
Where tenebrous finger like branches sway,
And the moist air feels like a tearful eye.

The pale light won’t shine,
She hides her face in a cacophony of smoke and mirrors,
A majesty so shy she turns her back
As the wolves cry for her in loving sonnets.

Deeper is the black that darks the skies,
As veins of electric light quickly strobe the clouds,
There’s a crack of a cackling giant,
And the tears fall from angels,
As a strident breeze breathes across the landscape
As the trees mosh in syncopated patterns—
I calmly wait in the midst of storms.

Inhale
           ….hold….

Drop
                 …exhale…

Lift

                           Inhale

…hold…

                               Drop

…exhale…
  
                                   Lift


Until the pain no longer hurts

Inhale
               …hold…
      
                          Drop

…Exhale…
                             Lift

Inhale
             …hold…

Drop
                            …Exhale…

Lift

Until a new you sculpts from the ache
And sweat fills all internal wounds
Watering the seeds of an iron resolve
Until you bloom renewed.

No matter how many times I told you to breathe,
Every break, coming down
While you smiled knowing I had something up my sleeve.

No matter how many times the leather cracks
White skin in red hot flames,
You smile just the same

Moaning over the sound of pouring rain,
Screaming from the sting of pain,
Shackles shackle me to your pleasure
Under this pressure, my lesson
Lesser like a demon summoned
My sweet little succubus

Silky fabric knotted,
Bound like a vow,
Hooked into the flesh,
I’ll raze you to new heights,
Let me love you, love you sweetly.

The cane is bamboo,
It’s perfectly cylindrical
Sanded to a smoothness
Rolled playfully against her **** mounds,
Parted lips, so gently admit
A rush of thought, a fidget fit

THWAP

Like a wildfire
Surging through the synapses
She moans to the sound first
And aches for the next round,
Honey leaking from her coves,
She’s a river of pheromones,

I mustn’t give in…

No matter how much I **** her
With these little deaths,
Ringing through her pleasures
I won’t be measured,
No, I won’t….

THWAP!

Asymmetric patterns,
Glazed over eyes
She’s staring into the stars
Past galaxies
Panting breaths,
Like an exhausted dog,
Ruined sheets,
Sticky thighs,
She smells like sweat mixed with peach
And tastes like butterscotch and caramel

My senses betray,
Look at my canvas,
Bruising and elated
Proceilean and purple
Curves spilling over the rope’s depressions
This is art, an elegance.

I feel it swell
Blood willing, and blood welled
The hunger is irresistible,
The urge is louder than aircraft engines
Ripping the fabric, as buttons bounce off the ground
Running like fallen quarters racing to a finish
As the zipper breaks,
And I am free, to feel the warmth of her coves
And the drip of her honey,

Oh, you always make me.
How you tempt it,
Bring it to the surface
An animal unleashed
Yes, you always know how to…

Make me lose control.

Feral eyes glint in the moonlight,
Lupine fingernails tear at her skin,
As her hips rise and fall,
She howls with a rhythmic ministration,
The glow of her flushed skin catches the candlelight,
While the cries of her passion vibrate off the walls,
Beads of sweat fall like morning dew off blades of grass.

Enchanted lips, lavishly adorned,
Exchange sweet-tasting spittle,
Where tongues waltz and tango,
Tangled in the heat of a stolen breath,
Until they gasp to recapture it.

His eyes roll back,
A lion’s growl erupts in an incessant cadence,
Massive palms with rigid digits grasp her waist,
Guiding her motion to a steady lock to her heartbeats.

Waves of passion crash upon them like a needy shore,
Their bodies shivering in coalescence,
As the lion roars and the wolf howls,
Creating symphonic melodies in the carnality,
Lovers delighted, souls reunited.

Well, you came to this place,
The light of day erased
With the red glow of neon bouncing off your face.

She loves leather lined with fleece,
With her hands held high,
Begging for release,

She loves leather with fleece,
Legs spread and dangling
With honey pools flowing to the sheets
In every crease and wrinkle, I see ravines

She begs for pain
With pouted lips, and eyes that grin
The tendrils of the flogger trace
The very curvature of her frame
One slap against her breast,
A snap gasp as it reddens with a twinge
She laughs back and then -
Another crash against milky skin,

Her petals bloom,
Parting with nectar drooling,
And the leather fingers trace the ridge,
A calm before the storm begins,
Tickling nerves like exciting crowds
Riling up until the breath breathes loud
She’s moaning through her longing sounds
And then the crash comes, to burn it down

How she longs to feel
Something more, something real
With the silicone breaching her opening,
Deflowering in her garden of sin,
She screams for more, screams for him
Needs me more than she can bare
Tells me where, and tells me when
But this is just a game,

Her eyes roll back,
Her hips raise and thrash,
Legs shake and collapse,
Mind blank, a relapse
As the screams quake
And reverb back,
She sees god in the aftermath
As heat flushes over like a sunbath
And the sweat beads cool
As tongue expresses a need to lap
Water to replenish the rain that falls
In her a waterfall
Pulsating through it all…

She loves leather and fleece
As she patiently drops,
Never wanting my release.

Oh, you thought you got a good boy
Your head’s about to spin like this room you locked me in
You haven’t seen the devil within I put the HELL in hello
Now you’re done -
Go and climb the rung
See what awaits the further you decline
Down in the depths with you
In the house of horrors we grew
Oh baby, I’m in a mood

You expected obedience -
But I break all the rules and set the tone
With the demons I own, oh baby, you’re never alone
I’ll break you like the leather does to flesh
Bruise your heart and leave the welts
The more I take, the more you get wet
Need me more with every breath
And I’m just a drawstring away
Go on and show how you worship
Pray to god with my staff deep in your chord
I’ll be forever grateful
Sate me like a satyr desperate to breed!
Oh baby, I’m a mood.

You thought you got a good boy,
Thought you could command “sit boy”
But you didn’t see the supremacy
Dominance is all that’s become of me
Devil you invited in
Demon that you can’t escape
Oh baby, I put the HELL in hello!
I’m in a mood!

Rigid fingers travel up and down
Traveling on every peak and valley of her spine
Tracing her curvature to memory
Even blind, he could draw her in precision
Hands cupping and massaging pale rounds of flesh
Spreading the cleavage to espy her openings
Eager honey dew dribbles out of pale pink petals
Confusing sensation swapping thirst for hunger

She whimpers,
Moans to the touch
Audible cues to coo where he moved
Her body sways serpentine,
Until a press of his firm rough palm
Calms her to an obedient stoicism
Fear replaces eager
With her umber strands shrouding her shame.

“You’ve been bad”

His voice rang in a thunderous pitch
Like Odin or Zeus spoke from on high
Vibrating through her core like magma,
Perspiring pores poured a slick coating
While erecting hairs, goose bumped to warn,
She resigns herself to surrender and prepares -

Bent over knee
A perfect wedge
Cerulean eyes shuttered to a wince
Lower lip bit by front teeth
Fingers gripping sheets while knuckles whitened.

A leather tongue cuts the wind,
And collides with flesh rippling like a rain drop to a puddle
Such a castigated thud upon her bubbly round
Ivory became pale pink and yet no apology emitted
Just the mellifluous scream of pleasure twixt with pain
She left him vexed, ripe with implacable resolve

Thrice more,
The leather cut air
And collided with her supple hind cheek
Pink soon became red and red maroon
Until the marks looked plum or eggplant,
Her cries carried like birth-giving wails
And the honey welled, dribbling down her thighs
A streaming creek begging for a waterfall
Her eyes open, pulsing pupils readjust to light
Looking at her assailant with a sorrowful pout

“I’m sorry, sir”

She concedes,
Giving into her carnal needs
Elevated breaths whisper arousal
Begging blues almost change in hue
When he rests his hand upon her head
Patting her gently in approval.

“Good girl”

She clings to me,
With her claws dug in my back-
Pouring all my life
Onto pallid fingers

And she remains,
Lost within a daze-
Trembling below the waist
Her wound that never heals
Filled and stretched as she feels
Home within all the pain,
Painted in pleasurable rain
Showering down her frame,
She’s only alive when he reigns

Over her like an overture
As lungs deflate
And the sound matures
To the shrieks of her love
In the moans of her lust
Praising the gods, lost in the cusp
I’m caught up in her voluptuous hills
As my eager hands grab hold within the valleys
Hourglass cosplay in your alabaster silk
We can sing the psalms of my palms
As they crash upon your bountiful flesh
Flush with a blush for all that it gives
You love what you get when you make me sweat
And crave you like a ferocious lion
One more ****** and I’ll take you to Zion.

We twist and we twine into arcane shapes
And it’s written on her face-
The need she chases in desiderium day-dreams
Our scents collide ambrosial perfume
Intermixed with confessions consumed
As we collapse as fluids coalesce
Into a confluence of our love
Inexorable fleeting breaths
In perfect tandem breadth

She clings to me-
With her claws dug in
Exsanguinate me -
And paint me with your pallid fingertips
I want to wear your love.

The scent of *** perfuming the frame
As you smile for the camera, so profane.

I can feel your trembles
Legs shaking like Parkinsons
Barely able to compose a word
Letter fumble and bounce out of order
Dyslexic disorder from guts rearranged
And every thought’s the same

Feeling empty without a brain
When your heat feels cold without me near
Every opening on you claimed
Dripping an army of me like a leaky main,
White contrasting white, glueing to your frame

You coax me with a finger, want more
It never stops, you’re insatiable
And I love the way you move,
Head game incredible,
Bob like your catching apples in a barrel
Gawk gawk the sound in bass and treble
You want my hand around your throat, girl you are trouble
But I can’t help but give in to the urges
This XO in my body got me nervous,
I’m switching gears giving in to perversions

This paddle gets it’s work in
*** so red, painting white roses
Part those legs like Moses
I promise you, I’ll take you to paradise
Now succumb to me in osmosis
Oxytocin lucid, screaming to wake the muses
Amsued with every stroke that produces,
A huge rift, crescendo of screams we can make a new hit

Reverse it on me baby,
Show me how you do this,
Ride me like a bull
And teach me a new trick
Hit you with that good whip
Bruises across your plump ****
You’re begging for more
And this XO got me nervous
Giving in to perversions
I’m about to get this work in


Inhale the X running through your veins
The scent of *** perfuming the frame
As you smile for the camera, so profane.

The lights blur bokeh,
As gasps fill the gaps
Of moans that crescendo in vibrato
There’s death caught in her throat
As breaths play cops and robbers,
And she’s eager to catch.

Her head falls back,
Thoughts fall back
Further in the recess
Gone into the excess
As ecstasy burns each synapse
She’s feral like a neanderthal
Needing to feel it more.

Hips sway like a slithering snake
As she meets his gaze and quickened pace
His ******* need to plant his garden
In her exquisite honeydew-scented Eden
A piston of man pillar of Adam breaks the atoms
Nuclear in their collision,
Fission, in their friction,
No additives, pure addiction.

She screams through the gates of heaven,
A banshee calling as the lion roars,
Mighty hammer of Thor,
Crashing through her core like lightning
As her pulsations demanded more,.
Prideful steed empties his streams
As white rivers pour out of a beaten cavern
Nectar of life out of a pretty tulip,

They lay in the decadence,
Scented in their collective musk
A cologne that plays the notes of this orchestra,
As all settles to a simple calm after the storm.

Got blood marks from your love-bites
Smearing from your lipstick
As we dance in neon
We twist in time like contorting aeons
I’m frozen liquid in space like I am freon
Are you oxygen to my carbon?
Cast me in your cast off and we can ignite
Like Nordic fires on our send off
Sent off into the ether I can feel our tether
Pinching in my insides, I’ll reverse
And show you my insides so you can know
What it means to be in me.

We twist like a helix;
Embedding our code
Encrypting our sequence
Cloning our image
As we mix with our matrix,
Become as one again.

She spins me ‘round in a cycle
Cyclone as our minds go
Deeper into this gutter
The walls shiver with what she mutters
With leather cuffs adorned with brushed steel
Catching the dark light like a culture
Exposure to the low light,
We **** like we’re low lives
***** until the dawn breaks, early daylight
Compositing composure in heavy sighs
And our love rivers dripping down her thighs
She’s krypton caught in my orbit
Strike the switch and watch me illuminate
Until we are both enlightened
I’ll show you what it means to be in me.

We twist like a helix,
Embedding our code
Encrypting our sequence
Cloning our image,
As we mix with our matrix,
To become as one again.

Ryan Geoffrey Hayward has me blocked, and is consistently defaming me and libeling me on his page.

Unlike him, I'm not about to go on a huge tangent.

The guy is an online predator, you can ask Kai, and her brother Caesar.

You can go to all poetry and just inquire to half of the site "who is Ryan Hayward" and they will all tell you the same thing.

He's the one who is permanently banned from that site, and who has been banned on this site previously in the past and has deleted accounts, made new accounts etc.

As for evidence, if you want to see evidence of anything I claimed you can check my blog, or sub-reddit. This "man" has been threatening children and vulnerable women for months on end, and has creepd out children.

As for Mister Truth...I don't know the person, I don't interact with them, nor have i looked into any of the allegations against him, that's not my beef and has nothing to do with me. I came here to write poetry and warn children of one specific person.

I am a father of a 16 yr old and I would want someone looking out for my kid if they knew a predator was lurking out there.

https://curiouscaseofryangeoffreyhayward.wordpress.com

Desperate little debutant
Dressed in his Sundays best
Hoping To impress
Gotta get off his chest

Oh no what a mess
Another bottle down
Liver shot to death
Yellow sight like his spine
Fear grips in his neck.

What would the sane man say
If the insane was publicized in his domain?
What would the recluse say
When ***** deeds are shown any way?

Run further away
But the truth catches up,
And the noose tightens like knots in your throat
Stalker thought he was predator
Turn around and pray,
In praise try to find absolution in his name
But grace, alludes the lewd cruelity of this creature

Can’t rely on you to play the game
Or abide by the rules,
Confined in four walls spinning tales
Roll the dice always landing on boardwalk
And I own the blue.

The only sucker in the mirror looking back
Is this kangaroo jack, yeah this is you.
Desperate little debutant ,
The walls closing in a world that will never remember you.

Razorblades grating the graphite
Sharpened to a point,
Infinite are the worlds pouring in torrid thought
Scribble them and refine
Render until the faces define
God of two-dimensional clay
Golems of creation,
My darling, characters.

She sits on the throne made of thorns
As a blooming rose catches blood drops
Like falling petals.

Eyes like cold obsidian daggers
Catch me in a trance bewildered
Dancing by the moonlit flora
Awash in diluted reverie,
A court jester to the night queen.

Her bountiful thighs part
And cross as her scent imbues
Madness at the froth of my maw
Spores like fungal infection-
Reduce my inhibition to a ravaging pulse,

This need -
Bores through sensibilities
As even the whispers of trees
Caution of these next moments
A harking plea from a zephyr breeze
But I am enthralled to this carnality
As she coaxes with her diaphanous digits,
I am but a genie to submit to her wishes

There by her side, sat below her
Kissing cold alabaster silky flesh
I could feel her touch, the wintery death of her breath
As fingers reach her wetted velvety lips
I could not feel her playful nips
As appetizers ripened hunger and her grip -
Cuffed ‘round my wrist
Pulling me from her honey *** gift
To meet her gaze, unafraid.

Lost in this trance,
Madness at the froth of my maw
I could not sense the peril,
Nor fear what I loved so earnestly
Without regret or second thought
As her effortless kiss caught my neck
Transcendental dreams reached fever pitch -
As my form began to sink from her effluvium kiss
My reddest wine is what she divined to dine
And the midst of such bliss
I came to fruition in nocturnal emission.

Awash in diluted reverie,
Ephemeral captured moments
Lost like youthful vitality,
As the last sanguine drop dripped dutifully
I was but a rose petal before the throne of my lover’s garden.
My goddess of the night.

For ages as your aegis
Ageless as years fly by,
Boundless beauty,
It never left you
Even as the golden sun
Fills the cracks of your wrinkles,
Steadfast into the morrow
I will love you, Endlessly.

God …
                         Is….

                                           Not…

HERE…..


GOD ( he will not save you from us,)

IS NOT (he will not save you from us)

HERE  (he will not save you from us)

Final brush of a belittled piggy
You’re number’s up
And I’ll fry this hog to the snout
Bring you to an end,
Render the fat of what remains
Grease to grind the axe
The axe that cuts the cord
Of all your false peace accords
Bridges burning brightly,
I’ll bring you death if you beg,
Good piggy, beg piggy, pay piggy
Need piggy, feed piggy

LET’S GET BUSY

GOD ….
                         Is…..

                                     NOT…

HERE….

He will not save you from us.

Answer your phone,
Oh I got a question for you
And I can’t wait to hear the echo
Of your answers ricochet through your lungs
I’m hoping you can play the game.

Am I outside your front window?
Or in the crawlspace in your parent’s attic?
Can you hear me in your television
Or does the tape tracking leave a static
Disconnect from your mesmeric dance
Please don’t leave me on read, pick up your phone
I need to know, I need to know.

Am I the cold of a closet void?
Do you see me staring at you with my mouth agape
I’m impatiently pacing the patience within me
Just to hear you answer and ask me please,
Agony in black cotton and latex,
And I guess I’m as aroused as you’d expect
Foreplay until the sharp licks the skin
And I’m bathing in your warm red ichor
Answer the phone Sid, I need to know, I need to know


What is your favorite scary movie?

Scream for me,
Scream,
Scream loud
Scream sayonara
Scream sweet Sidney, scream
For me.

What’s your favorite scary movie?

Without notice cognition starts
As a spark where the black and yellow remark
Aurelian dreams become neon streams
Pink and blue bubblegum retreat
Where memory recedes and recess recalls
The times we repeat, but love is the new,
A big bang like a bullet wound,
Bleed like a volcanic eruption-
The lava of adrenaline rushing through endorphins
Course through a crash of shallow breath
Addicted to the oxytocin landlocked in my serotonin
I could see the sculpture maker creating a savior
In the way, the mold breaks when he made you.

Without warning
She falls from Olympus
Aphrodite, telos of beauty
Epitome of lust and luster
In her extra ****** olive tones
As eyes hone to affix to my jade ocular
I am lost in the vision of her palingenesis
Into every curve my nimble fingers trace
Along the marbled skin of those descendent
It strikes me in breathtaking seizure-induced ecstasy-
******* in the clarity of cosmos in clemency
I worship endlessly without question.

As the stars affix ‘cross the heavens
And all that is dead is depth in enlightenment
Caught in a chrysalis to metamorphosis
What would become of you, if you could be reborn?
We twist in a helix DNA to a sequence
In callbacks for you to reveal its secrets in Morse code
Encrypted all over the bedside, my love transcends the fabric.
And in the genesis of what is
Comes forth like a violent storm
We crash like thunder while the lightning strikes
I am burned by the static, manic, in panic
As I wake without a warning cognition fully forming
As the universe expands you and I in the expanse
Tethered into the ether in ethos, lost inside your mythos
It all begins again.

Hypnotic,
Dizzied in frenetic sway
She commands gaze
With black licorice lips
Hourglass hips,
And the bluest sapphires
Darting through rust-colored tresses
She’s a Victorian *****
Obsessed with scented depth
A lover paler than death,
Clutching like raptor talons piercing my heart
I give freely to dance to the beat of
Zephyr winds howling and my organic drum.

Lust creeps like a sneaking thief,
Undone by a mischievous Cheshire grin
Fingertips upon me, tracing little circles
Tickling the silky flesh of my lips
I want her in the worst ways,
Blood flooding the gates,
Erecting the bridge I wished to cross her streams
And drown myself face-first in her eaves
I find myself paralyzed in time
In hopes she would unbind,
She simply turns the light off
Whispering into the night

“You are mine”

Copper high notes,
Something mixed in the iron
Redder than a Syrah,
Dripping down and off frigid white marble
A puddled pool, light refracting
While I stare into the crimson mirror,
Bathe me in you,
Blanket me in your wet pneuma,
Intoxicated in the Luke warm,
In between each finger stir until sediment
Black obsidian
Alive next to your emptied meridian,
Remembered in the earnest of taste
And always now, a part of me, consumed.

I am afflicted by nyctophilia
Like a moth obsessed by the neon
All around shrouded by dark skies
No parasol to shield her from her cold cries
Drowning upon the asphalt
Dreams mirroring back in the waters we wept.

In the morning I’m craving nightfall
My veins weaken when the light touches
My blue river streams carrying red sediment
To bring me alive when I bite deep inside
And take you within me again.

We mix like dry goods
Red velvet and moist
Exsang  along the marble top
Like spilt wine, I’ll drink you in
And just like the rain,
Amid the night sky
I’m addicted to you.

The very essence of fluorescence
Taunts that which I can never see
From a self that I could never again be
Once unafraid and unfettered -
Catching its radiance under umbral canopies
Bathing in the healing rays like a soothing salve.

..How foreign now…

As I stare into the dark indigo shroud
Lit by the pallid mistress,
Curvaceously enticing the howls from wolves
Who, like me, chases to find a cure to hunger
Driving in the very black veins,
Longing to feel a pulse or beat -
While time retreats and like a clock I repeat
Casual flings tapped into ripened vines
An honored host, I spill not a drop of their precious wine
And when the light dithers, I can feel the life wither

…Will I never love another?…

The nights are endless,
The stars wane to a dull twinkle
An endless charade paraded with feigning smiles,
Immortality is purgatory, as all the sins compound
And though the dozens enumerate the years
I see only you, lost in the distance.

…Will you ever forgive me?….

This putrescent bouquet,
Molts petals from its beauty
Dullen colors once vibrant,
Now sullen and drained of vibrancy,
Caught in the umbral,
Everything ends and as I -
Grasp the last thorny stem,
I lay upon the marble slate moribund.

Take grasp of my cadaverous hand,
Hold me in trepidation, but don’t falter
Bite your flesh until the wine spills,
Little rivers pooling like ruby lipstick
Now kiss me, parasitic, I feed
And once renewed,
I’ll return to you,
A flower in blossom once again.

Cinderblock thick
Why do you try to climb the parapets
This little heart of mine sings in a choir
Where dolorous notes emit percussive blows against the chest
Leave me to my cimmerian chamber,
It doesn’t suit you to pine away for an apparition
The man you knew is a specter,
A noctambulant wanderer forgotten, moribund.

The skies dressed in lachrymose grey,
As you stare at photographs,
Caught in an eidolon daydream,
But even in your greatest incarnation
You could not evoke yesterday,
Nor could I remember how to feign feeling.

I was cast aside,
Left in my melancholy,
Bereft of my ailing mind,
Imprisoned in mortiferous thought
Despondent to the fabrics of the real
And when I puzzled me back like a jigsaw
I was left with missing pieces,
Tenebrous figures pull at the light
To put out the light,
And in this last flickering candle,
Would you close the door to phantasmagoric fantasies
So I can introduce you to the man I am today,
The one you’ll never deceive or condescend
A true version of humility wrapped in masculine tenacity
I am more than meets the mind’s eye
A force of malevolence for those who dare upset my peace.

She’s lost circling corners
As the flash of green turns to red
A stop and go, she goes to stop
But she’s driven
Down these roads she knows-
There’s a dead end,
As deadened eyes affix
Time to play for tricks

Anything you want
She’ll do anything
Need to feel something more
Feigning for a feeling
Numb as they take
Paint her in their *******
One more meal to make
One more as the shame drips down

“Oh mister dealer,
Can you please make it better,
I need my medicine”

She can’t see the stars
The sky won’t let her
No matter how high she climbs
Down the boulevard
Retracing the steps she took
And where she lost her soul
Gingerbread man chases,
A race in the faceless
As veins scream in agony
But there’s a smile upon her,
Is it better now?

Hours pass
And she’s circling corners
Stop and go,
She goes to stop
Driving down a dead end.

Obdurately yours,
Under the pale light of the moon,
Rutilant eyes dart like tail-lights on an open road
Follow their streaks, to the candlelit underpass,
Let the cool night zephyr tickle your pallid flesh
And ripple a shiver to rattle your teeth,
See the quick of the flame at the well-dressed table -
We shall dine, as the sea sounds of cars passing
Dances like white noise melodies to ease the nerves

Here under the cloche
A litany of fine meats and greenery
To your decadence, a meal served for a queen.
Your incisors lasciviously tear the muscle
And the juices dribble down playfully from your chin
If I could laugh I’d wager a chuckle,
But I watch hurriedly at every movement

Inured pleasantries
Exchange as I draw near,
Cold tenebrous fingers gracing blonde strands
They look like golden threads or polished brass
Where the candlelight dances a shine through the palm full
Can you feel my miasmic breath briskly blowing upon the nape of your necks?


I suspect you are unexpecting of calamitous feeling
Radiating from **** to cheek as pale rounds turn rose-ish pink
And as you catch the beauty of dear Luna,
Basking in her preternatural glow
A trance as she dances about in ethereal gardens
Far and away in forlorn captured memories
While sharpened canines drill into her like ravaging thrusts
Lapping her spirit in every grisly gulp,
This embrace, osculant, leaves her desiccated
A statuesque marbled mannequin
Who bemoaned the very nightly calls of wolves and ravens

Here in the underpass,
A meal for two.

She spoke like silk,
Each note of her cadence mellifluous,
Like poured honey,
Or creamy caramel,
Coaxing Obsequious vibratos
Annoying synapses to fire steam engines,
Perspiring pores pour-over,
Lost in the scent of the petrichor
While the heart beats like jazz drums,
Off rhythm but always on key.

She is Aphrodite in the flesh,
Pulchritudinous personified
Her body teases,
With the flick soft susurrus of each silken strand
As it falls over her white marbled face,
Rose flushed cheeks perk with a gentle smile,
I am enraptured unequivocally.

Please raze me,
Burn me in your ineffable stare,
I am but a sacrifice for your ephemeral grace,
Given to me in a hushed moment, evanescent
And in the very pyre of my embers,
Ashes redolent with a hint of leather and desperation,
Forever ensnared even in ghastly vapor,
I am but a humble apparition
Timelessly chasing the moon,
Lost to axiomatic fantasies -
A transient tryst amid mists.

Still, unburdened by the silence
Mindful of my equanimity
Beneath the umbrageous canopies -
Where Sylvan shapes form from splitting rays -
Swayed in nature’s praxinoscope.

In knots I’m bound
Like a loyal hound
To the boon of her weeping.

Across the obscuration of her glow
And the wounds she opens -
Only for our healing.

Caught in hypnosis,
Staring up into the empyrean night sky,
I see her in an incarnadine phantasmagoric glow
Singing nocturnes into a solvent for my soul.

And with my wolfsbane boon
I sing back to her in tune
An operatic symphony for two,
Basking in the resplendence
Of her crimson luminosity,
Freeing me of all animosities.

Admonish my nature,
So I may be absolved
To once again dance under your pale Aurelian sway
And brace myself upon the break of a new day.

Without a warning
Caught lacking, lost in cogitation,
Blankly staring out these foggy window panes
Unknown if it was the condensation of breath-
Or your triumphant return so valiantly running down from heaven,
The peaking rays coruscating droplets of your essence
Blinds me with hope that tomorrow this monochromatic nightmare ceases
And color returns vibrantly saturated in every root,
I have yearned for you.

Too long have these chthonic limbs lain barren,
Like sepulchral vestiges waiting for a soul to revive
And from their skeletal flanges sprout life
And bring oxygen to this suffocating dryness.
It is you to thank for such a hope inspired
In every twist and angle, watching your sway
Sensual in the way you move me in hypnosis
I am falling further into torpor,
Hoping to be a prisoner doomed to walk your emerald dream.

I could surrender to your soporific dance,
And listen to the chorus of your mellifluous melodies
I am a slave to your loving embrace,
And enamored long after with your perfume left here
Petrichor in nutty and granite notes tickling curious nostrils
I am ready for you.

You’re a crash out,
Life hanging in the fray,
Like meat on a hook,
Begging the gator to grab it’s bite.

Worthless in your self indulgent importance
Weak bodied malcontent
A mental amputee with no prosthetic to aid a thought
Narcissus in Australian skin
You resemble worthless.

You prey on children
Like a bad Freddy Krueger film
Promises of encouragement
In crude pornographic suggestions
Buy them off in golden tickets,
But no one buys the chocolate,
You’re no Wonka at all.

Derelict in a domicile
A stranger to your ailing family
Not one reaches to save,
Just wishes you’d die to match the day
You died in their eyes
Already forgotten, beside a grave
A walking cancer, zombie like in parasitic need
A whirlwind of discomforting regrets
Wrapped in a middle aged obese frame,
No one could ever love you.

Sad impotent invalid,
With your melodramatic fallacies
Crying wolf to any ears unaware
And yet the only animal resides
Behind beady feminine eyes,

The mirror reflects,
And reality rejects
A simple, simpleton
With tiny hands,
And malformed manhood
Better befitting a woman’s pleasure nub,
You stimulate not even an emotion from the corpses.

I don’t hate you though,
No hate requires a measurement of care
And the truth is if you disappeared,
And washed ashore a bleached whale,
And they said you wrote me love letters
I’d disregard you the same,
Take your animosities and add them into a sum of zero
Because I feel nothing but indifference

A predator that ***** at hunting prey
And I am the poacher,
I’ll skin you while you’re alive
Just so you can see the ugly underneath
The muscle will touch acidic baths,
And the current will wash you away.

You wish to ****** a child,
But I have ****** your brain,
Without consent and there is no safe word
And no where new you can hide,
Because you kicked this hornet’s nest
And I am not so easily extinguished
An eternal flame to watch you burn
I’ll render you embers and ash,
And spread you across the web
Like outstretched stars in the universe
A connect the dots to the face of a *******

And I’ll watch you hang yourself
By the very rope you’ve woven
With every lie typed and spoken
I will see you, destroy yourself.
And then I will have peace.

My love,
Far into the distance
I can feel your vestigial fingertips
Reach through the depths of death
To cling like ice cold rime around my beating heart.

I cannot follow,
Though your wailing whispers
Cause mortiferous winds to kiss upon my ear.
I howl like a feral wolf to a full moon’s bane
And the sky replies in lachrymose showers
Where the streets reflect melancholy
In monochromatic bleak black
I yearn for you.

I’ve wrestled with life,
It’s internal crenellated wars
Running to clamber over the ramparts
To find your sepulchral chamber.

My love, may I -
Lay my weary head upon your putrescent chest
And finally, find my final rest
As in life, I am but moribund,
Lost within my lugubrious gaze
Into ethereal labyrinths chasing your frame.

The day you said goodbye
It was an imprecation,
Damning me to walk half alive,
Preternatural lusting for death
Like Victorian goths -
I am lost without your jubilance,
And too scared of the morrow
If I dare turn the page.

Let me join you dear,
I wish not another moment
Among those who knew not
The grip of truest love,
Lay shattered like obsidian shards
Pieces of my broken heart
I can bear no more of it!

Behest the tomb of thought
Gravid in the wound of feeling
Where my eyes deceive their sights
Upon the granite granted gradual sadness
Wetting the ground in which we last said goodbye.

Operatic drama beguiling a whisper
Into the dead of an autumn’s eve
Last secrets carried upon eaves of leaves on a zephyr
Off to the shoreline and into the lake
Lost to me, forever.

Desire plagued the veins
Like a violent overture,
As I dance with madness still
Like a ballroom waltz
And your image my candelabra
Light my way in flicking spurts
Strobing depths into my heart,
I seek you now as the days grow longer still
To kiss my fluttered heart amiss
A chrysalis to this in the midst I writhe and hiss
To be reborn as this, a serpentine gift
To coil and wrap around as a shroud.

Oh, these tears they fold
My once stalwart soul,
Now in an ode, to a love so tormented
In ethereal roads,
We fork like tongues of demons
And kiss like lovers should,
As our trembling twining forms shake heaven-high,
I shall carry you with me,
Bathed in ash - until the sun burns and banishes me.

Touch me like a thousand threads
And stitch me to your heart,
Fasten me in crochet pattern,
I wish to feel the rise and fall of every beat
And kiss every broken vessel

Let me drink you in,
Become a vassal
An aegis to ward off the hordes of hell
Who hound like hungry wolves
Nipping at your beauty
Distorting the white in red bit marked linen.

Even as I dissipate,
Slowly eroding like ancient oak
Borrow the strength of my core
And burn the rest to shine the light
And warm your soul,
In the afterglow of a life once lived
May the smoke of knowledge
Fill your lungs like autumn air.

Remember me,
When too tired for goodbyes
And the bridge falls apart
With me in the middle,
Caught in the grasp of a morrow
I can never achieve,
If only to give you life
In a single breath

Know that I love you
Always, and in every passing moment
Yesterday, now, tomorrow,
A thousand years in either direction,
Across many names and faces,
As star dust intertwined in helix
Broken but for magnetic dealings
Black magic in practice,
Bound like tomes that read our story
Arcane in its kinetic energy.

Forever was but a fools errand,
I have loved you since the spark,
Since the dawn of stars,
When planets were but scattered marbles
Seeking a purpose, I have loved you then.
As I always will.

The louder the silence,
The deeper the thought
Chaos like a busy street
In a city made of light,
I’ve been searching
Into the prisms,
For a color that can contrast
With my heart, the deepest black
But every thing that matches
Is nothing that ever stays before
Desaturation into monochromatic stasis
Am I bored, or boring?

Every paint stroke
Triest to accurately capture
The S in all your curves
And I breathe heavy in a forlorn whisper
Hoping you can hear my words
In the canvas vistas,
I’m unearthed, into a kiss you lifted
And brought me to life,
In the heart of the pigments -
We can both ride this wave together

And in the storms weathered
Could we hold hands through the razor ice rain
And not be blown away by the eye of a hurricane
I’m not ready to say goodbye,
So don’t you go walking through that fog
Just keep me at your side
I’ll be a parasol to shield you,
Just hold on and we’ll float these skies together.

The louder the silence,
The more potent the violence
That rifts like lightning in my mind
How I wish to dole it out
And strangle every liar
Until the truth spills from their lungs
In last words, but I feel the warmth
Of her love, my angel with broken wings
We can watch the world die forever.

I’ll paint you a picture,
Of a grand escape,
In the ways we sit under canopies
Watching the stars sparkle like diamonds
Leading you right here with me

Into the drought of night
Stale air perfumed with petrichor
A potpourri of musk and dead
In the depths of dead end alleys in fog
Will you come to me if I call?

My darling darkling,
How the eves of your eaves
Quake to a roaring thunder
In need of the ****** to break your dams
And tear your faith asunder.

Sing me a song, my starling
I’ll give you your wings
To fly into the sunset
For one last kiss upon the purple haze
Where the orange blaze displayed
Escapes and we become one under Luna,

Forever and a day,
Lovesick in stricken veins
A fetus of a new day,
Birthed upon the vine
Alchemic in the cemetery
The way our fluids mix
As spirits combine,  
And our souls touch in ethereal throes
Where passion knows no bounds
Beholden to you, my beholder
My darkest wonder,

Will you take my hand?

And enter this permanence
Of blood letting decadence
Where the stars envy our infinite sway
In the night that we praise,
In every city razed
Set ablaze,
Our eternal darkness remained
Ensnared to me-
My beautiful dream

Whisper to me…

Have you ever known silence?
Where even the mind stops to listen,
No pollution by intrusions
Nay saying finger-wagging doubts,
Not one person waiting in line at the bullet train
That connects from passive to aggressive
Just the still staggering quiet.

Have you ever known peace?
Where should decompress,
No longer cosplaying atlas
Holding the weight of all that burdens
While taking the cleanest breaths
Deep and revitalizing oxygen satiating the blood,
While the face feels pain from finally-
Letting go of squinted vision, furled brows
And forced smiles.
Where it’s just the calm settling in nerves,
It’s almost too fantastical - surely a myth
But obtainable.

Have you ever known love?
Not the placated give and take,
Not the candy-covered lust under the covers
Not even the giddy resplendence when seeing that movie
Or hearing that tune, I’m talking love.
That heart-crushing,
Would go on a crusade to defend,
Sword-wielding and Fourth of July firework love-making
That daring to dare to dare to be better
That salve to cure wounds once thought fatal
Mortally immortalized in the space of a single kiss
Have you ever known that love?

All of life’s greatest gifts,
We overlook the material,
And it kills us all, it’s rather serial
We can’t spell it out in the cereal
But it’s there if you search beyond,
And break the mold.

Life fizzles effervescent
And all we are is popping carbon
Leave the ashes of our embers
To perfume campfire scents
From the fires burning bright,
Twin candle flames
Dancing in twilight
Betwixt and concentrated
Quick as a winter’s day
Left colder just the same,
White dwarves made from stars
That once clambered for infinity.

Cheers, to you.

Can there just be one year?
One where I’m choking
Where I can’t feel the weight
Drag me under to the bottom,
Where I finally learn the trick;
How to escape?

Connected but disjointed
Fragments recollected
But the puzzle is warped
And the pieces I wished fit
No longer serves the purpose -
Obfuscated and murky,
These memories play back in cycles
Cyclones twisting me into a maelstrom
I’m begging to drown or fly far from here.


I shed a tear,
It cannot salve your putrescence
I am engraved upon the grave
And left with the debt of your shame,
My body aches in the baleful way you touched
And disgraced fragile innocence.
Molding the muck into this husk;
What I’ve become is a product
Of your golem making.

Another year,
And your grip is ever strong,
A bear trap to keep me snared
As tenebrous clouds pour their blackness
Until I am lost in the umbral shroud
Caught in the spiteful lachrymal rains
Blighted to walk in cimmerian eras
Your dynasty is misery and I am miserable
Your Achilles aim was true -
Blade cutting to the quick of truth
Fill my wounds with lies,
And burn me upon the pyre.

Let me go,
You charlatan,
Wasteful specter!

Let me go,
Chiding hallow haunter -
I won’t let you pace my floorboards
In hopes you will let me sleep in peace,
**** me now, or release me from this curse.

Surviving is worse than dying.
And your image in my mirror
Taunts me with every passing morning
As the years traverse,
I am further distancing from the lineage
In hopes you will let me go…