"rivelets" poems
How can my eyes hunger for tormentors bodies
where in my soul can I find desires for sadists
Eves threw on fitted coats of Marquis de Sade
borrowed his manuals and added even more pages
pierced the heart of a Dove defending his nest with lethal pins
And in joyous indignities with devilment aplomp
they reclined and crackled in wanton doltishness
He thinks of and desires us and wants to make amor with us
How can a heart marinated in love truely sincere
a soul ready to die rather than any harm to Eves
Be mother or sister or perchance even a stranger
alas in utter ********** and grotesque situation dire
Come undone with healthy pristine heart ripped to pieces
hung drawn and quartered and sliced in tiny morsels
Like fish baits for mice and minnows or hens clucking
All at the hands of Sirens who worshipped in Satan's cravens
How can a soul with only the spark of Salvation aglow
where it once housed his heart and enduring humanity
With brimful joy and devotions in fitting measures true
as all Eves where to him nowt but sisters and earth angels
Now his burning blood runs cold like rivelets in the Arctic
their words ring hollow and smiles shows rapiers of snakes
Nothing stirs desires for all Eves now seem and look like wicked corpses
Delilahs' wrecking vengeance on Samsons in wickedness supreme
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
Words spun at her mercy
like flowers around vines,
They longed to be
pieced together,
Dovetailed into a crown
that would adorn her,
embellishing,
augmenting her.
Words flowed like rivelets
in the valley of her conscience.
She befriended them.
Basked in their sheer beauty.
She was the enchantress.
Her words,
Magic!
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
Lost in the swirling winds of time
moments spent in the dark abyss
I no longer remember your sweet love
memeries lost, not there to miss
My mind magically forbids thoughts
of all the sorrow and the pain
Like the echoes of wind when songs end
causing tears,rivelets cascading like rain
Seasons to come, Seasons that have passed
none matters to me, they're all the same
You're gone, swept away by linear tides
my mind no longer remembers your name
Solid foot walls standing sentinel
protecting me, from long ago
when you left, no choice of yours
with angel wings glistening like snow
Alas! against my will, your echo unfreezes
one moment in time, permitted to pass by
that day of horror when i buried love
Angels sing to me a Six feet Under Lullaby!
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC