"temptuous" poems
I used to gather
where the bridge crossed the bay
Pausing in the ebb of
the changing tide .
I tried to capture
the moment of the ebb's decay
She came to me
with soft words of call
Left messages saying
she's not sure about it at all
The sea follows the
ways we know not
our separation was complete
we left our ancient past behind
to tread upon this land
on our own two feet
Shake the dust from your call
dress the shadows
make the sun fall
words of deliverence
wet the tongue's
parchment and thirst
The tide remains constant
demanding , relevant
with unrelenting presence
It is married to the bay
In a never ending struggle
of give and take
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
How lonely infidel
He that passeth I;
in Phlegethon dwells.
Son of the Seas,
seasoned with algae.
Had a plea
about how he happened to be:
"When you threw me to the
depths, into the heart of the open sea,
then a very river encircled me"
Melpomene holds her Mother's dress
while sailing the temptuous tide.
Recalls the sight of hundreds and
hunches over to address.
"Lead by a primitive spirit" she wails
and solemnly stoops to ponder.
Their ship's prow now plunges deep and
through the ripples, Melpomene meets the
seedy yellow iris' of the beast
reflecting the clouds. She squints upwards
and beholds hoofs with Faithful and True.
As the river streams into Tartarus, Mnemosyne's ears
begin to ring with a thousand cries and pleads.
But the whinnies ring out louder to deafen her
while the tail of Leviathan disappears into the blue.
Through the cave and into Lethe, the earthy smell
of the tops remain as the last but dizzy to remember;
of all those who swam lightly past its mist. But to her,
tears to enter the watery abyss:
"Many must have passed through here,
lived long to see,
but not enough to learn--"
But the ship sailed on.
The stream narrows and an opening reveals. They
see melted hail with blood on the only land they recall.
A Tree glowing brightly in front of a black sky; counted many
swords gathered at the foot. Three days they traveled in
their ship, but now their oars were put on land.
Thunder whips and trumpets horn, the fallen fruit
comes ashore.
THEIR voices bellow to ask a question:
"Was it needed for a war?"
An answer, but no pardon:
"Many a pang I have felt, those aches
violently sprung up from the seven lakes,
Is nothing but a genuine mistake.
Those worthy time and day,
Will surely be given a way."
Mother and daughter wiped the tears from their eyes,
while gently lifting them to the skies.
Above them the sun shone on the wet mass,
they see high and colorfully cast:
A reassuring Promise and eternity.
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 1:59 AM UTC
My lofty dreams drink your poison
The sermon hides all talk of lust
**** it!
Drown it!
Strangle it.
How can I ?
How must I ?
Do such tortuous actions
My conscious thinks of you in the mist
Closed doors.....
In hazy heights
Green mountains under the pitch black glow - wrapped in a single cloth
Breathing the puff smoke
I shut the door
Close the tailored book
Walk out in my fitted gown. Sunday school taught me repression
And my succession to my thoughts was one thing - action
Primed, pinned, and pointed to order
In orderly fashion
I defied my fathers crime
Created bedding to sleep on
Encrusted with words, " You're the creator of your own creation"
Finding.......
My chipped cross, crippled slipped underneath the crooked bed
Your lips were spongy delights of chaos I wanted to grip to
Diving in the pool naked felt like a temptuous sin
My guardian was me
I found you by the darkened pond bellowing and I gripped you
Casting my light
And you never said a word
But together we drank the blackened pond liquid
And scratched our skin with empty words, hoping we knew ......
We knew, what we were taking each other's hearts for.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
A temptuous squirm,
a deceptive beauty.
Hearts upon
hearts upon
hearts awaiting
attention.
Fast moving fins
in time with heart’s pace,
he finally found food
in this famished place.
The bait is baited
heavy
and clean.
Her shimmer he sees
blinds all that is
mean.
The striking mask is all he sees
blocking the evil within--
her unrelenting hold
will summon a sharp pain.
Don’t take the bait.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 11:08 PM UTC
Caffeine, caffeine-
Synaptic stimuli. My
Cerebral companion:
at home in a cup of coffee.
Yet only partially fulfilled,
Wanting-longing.
Waiting anxiously
for your chance to
massage my medulla,
tickle my neurons.
Watch them vibrate in
your vicinity - until
firing ********
at your temptuous touch
until finally the sun reappears,
and sleep is once again
a possibility
Sleep, Sleep.
Psychic Respite.
To feel myself sinking blissfully
into your cloudlike embrace
Oh! Sweet slumber.
You whisperer of healing
dreams.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
It is the woman who succumbs to the temptuous
It is the woman who becomes the temptuous
It is the woman who bears
It is the woman who tears
It is the woman who bears again
It is the woman who tears again and again and again
Bearer of death, bearer of life
It is the woman
Bearer of girdle, bearer of griddle
Animalness, Madness , hysterics,
sorceress, torturess
Again and again and again
New times, new suits
Object of pleasure, object of comfort, object of scorn
Object of discomfort
Purple body, purple heart
It is a ****** affair,
and a ****** affair again
and again
Womanhood
Guilty as charged
A birth occurs
of spirit
of mind
of soul
A new world awakens
It is the woman, the woman it is!
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
You're the darkness found inside mysteries
The questioning force behind every good deed
The forbidden knowledge we all subconsciously seek
The desires, the cravings, a raw ecstacy
You're the demon whispering possibilities
The master of revealing all insecurities
The influence that allows my denied reverie
The obsessions, the passions, a vicious need
You're the only one listening to my inner screams
Breathing in my new discoveries
The dreams, the nightmares, the secrecy
The only one accepting of every last broken, jagged black piece
The chaos, the seduction, the temptuous belief
In the reflection I see my own monster within
It is a creature I've decided to keep
Integrating your vicious presence
I've nowhere left to hide anymore
So now I look up at you, breathless
Giving in, until my eyes find yours
I whisper, yes, I'll take your test
And it's through you I will explore
You are my strongest weakness
A skeleton key to a treasured door
And with a power I will not ignore
I'll do my bidding without remorse
Watch me take down this delusion by force
My will to live, our energy source
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
Dream a dream of funbeing,
Live a life so happy,
With the one that makes you laugh and smile,
To see them dreamy and content.
To run in the paths of fantasy and joy.
To feel the water between your feet,
Holding hands in beamy sunshine.
They come, they go.
A misunderstanding too far,
A reckoning so tired and unfaithful.
Do they not know, do they not care.
For this heart so tender and kind.
This heart always outreaching,
For a love so lost and temptuous.
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC