"strickened" poems
The barbaric queen, her abilities stiffened
His presence strickened by her directed speech
Could it be her brick fence weakend
Love had made it's way into the leaks
Thoughts become lies, diminishing her kingdom
****** passion, a caused lusting
Touching her breast
Carressing her hips
Legs shake, she is a disgrace
The guards ushering him from her towering mattress
Empathy made her a mockery
A hatchet to the soul, he is nonexistent and undesirable
Her long webbed veil, disguises her weeping
Her eyes blackened, she is a demon bleeding
Halo misplaced, in dismay
She is a woman rigid and prevailing
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
She feeds off my dedication
and
Lives off my Love.
Don't dare tell her how I feel
because that becomes a Power.
It is nolonger my choice to her.
She grabs ahold and hikes it above her head-
Taunting me;
Teasing me;
Daring me.
I reach for it-
Yelling;
Screaming;
Threatening.
Maddened with the authority I gave her.
Strickened with the will to ignore
but
Unable to adhere.
Sooo...
My eyes water
and
My tongue swells.
My mind dictates
but
My body lays ignorant to its wisdoms.
I know what I can do.
I know what I should do.
I know what I would do-
If only I didn't ...
Love her.
"You ain't goin nowhere," she says.
I want to scream, "Oooh yes the **** I am!"
But
My head just dips in that "youre so right" kind of way
and
The Vulture struts away- Proud.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
floral effervescence
wafts around you
thy theo black temperament rose iq
ushers lulabies as playful amor kru
apollo is falling for the aquamarine
rays, reflecting the sea's craved ardour
and our love is like a cyclamen oleandro
the fascinating, dissolving, poisonous sleep
inwardly unaware of the whitest clouds oro
seducing the beauty of a ceruelan absolute ~
if i were the wave i would foam your dream
if you were a black panther i'd be your kaa
for a day to experience your mighty paws
to tremble like open window shutters, strickened
by the fire, by light, by thunderbolt's love flame
oh, come on, come on sweet man of the fantasia
i've got to tell you i ain't foolin' around those dim
alleys at nights like this; luscious calls lure hello
at least, hear my hearts deepest throbbings, hear
them, embrace them, conquer my world's cream
taste the strawberry sweeteness on a tip of me, u
trickle your tongue against my open buoyancy
write kaligrafic words of love's invisible tint
beautify the untouched pergament, maestro
write like there's no time nor tomorrow's no;
inaugure every christmas crickets flash mob
within you and awaken me from a slumber,
deeply rooted, lovely and mild as wood's chi
and I will cherish you, praise and love long
forgotten wild forest's animals as panacea
for the dissolving salt upon a love wound
which torchered your solitude for who's
pleasure, for what reason, for a slick slap
of an epic trustful faith as lux aeterna
crashing the myth of a love superior;
a desolation of waning touches soma
hiding its fragility in madmind's attempt
to overcome what's earth's given inferno;
to die in a lustful blazing heat of creatio
contemplating about heavenly key lock
how to forge a golden key to your anima,
gracefully giving a hand to her emperor
to dance on a verge of an existence' folie
to blossom upon hushed world's meridian
in dreamy space n' time, first darlin' flush
the prime animus dances, dares, waters~
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
Up on a hill, I saw a light
In bitter cold December gloom
On frozen roads of windy night
Past avenues of graves and tombs.
I carefully walked, strickened with dread
On rocky paths of ancient years
To byways of the lonely dead
Where midst the trees, they shed their tears.
The winding trail, it took me high
Toward Moose Hill’s haunted mystery
I heard a woman’s eerie cry
That like thin smoke, flowed down to me.
In misty dark, I made my way
And came upon a thorny hedge
On broken paths, as clear as day,
A stone house on a craggy ledge.
She smiled at me beside her door
With sparkling eyes and scarlet hair
A face that made my fires roar
Voluptuous beyond compare.
She bade me then to come inside
And through that door, I quickly raced
White candles glowed on every side
As flames danced in her fireplace.
This spectral siren of the night
Right next to me, her body ******
So mesmerizing with delight
It stirred those burning flames of lust.
The fire in her eyes, it gleamed
We kissed and then she gently spoke
But disappeared, twas just a dream
And in my bedroom, I awoke.
Next morn, I climbed that steep terrain
In hope I'd find her by her door
A pile of rocks, all that remained
Of some old house from years before.
A weathered gravestone stood nearby
I walked to it and then I saw
An epitaph from years gone by
Its worn words shook me to the core:
"In life, they called me Lizabeth
For years lived on that ledge above
Though turned to dust, conquered by death
My spirit lingers here for love".
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
She would not answer
Her cell phone
I told myself It didn't matter
In my mind she was there
With another man
Leaving my voice all but gone
My heart beating in unrest
How did I let her
Get this far inside my head?
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
I sat sorrow strickened
Flabby body sweat slickened
Glistening in the summer’s heated heart
Languishing in the morning’s orange haze
Wasting her final days
Unphased by the reality before me
As her glazed eyes no longer dilated
As her emaciated frame failed
Spirit sullenly waiting
While loved ones stood debating
How much longer she should be
Forced to live with age’s disease
I was wasting her last precious seconds
Just to avoid lying to or arguing with her
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
The feeling obstranged fighting the hunger it feeds on
Again the Obstacles of misfortune he chose his paths darkened domain
The culling of his strickened deviled head
Over powers the mortality he once lived
Decaying in the self inflicted foolishness of which he reigns
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
I like,
not needing a reason to eat you.
It's comforting.
So "comfort food" is appropriate.
It's crazy how,
you always feel like the right answer.
The right answer for boredom,
the right answer for sadness.....
It's almost like,
I see you more,
I feel you more,
than when I'm actually hungry.
I know the damage that it's doing
but this is all I've come to know.
It's like,
I can't function without you
or maybe something isn't usual.
And I've been strickened
by repetition for so long that,
"usual" became my crutch.
I'm scared to need you
because I know how good you feel.
So I consume you,
while "It" consumes me.
I'm not even hungry....
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC