"venality" poems
Curiousity lasted across an expanse
Venality put chastity in a menacing trance
The future once appeared open and vast
The ecstasy vision of childhood never seems to last
When its' beautiful stainlessness begins to slowly fade
Irretrievably lost in an unfair trade
Approval rushed and reproach is strong
Is it possible to recover something once its gone?
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
Death was cloying, the serpent coiled around his feet;
The intimate raven caress before a silent, lethal strike;
Sudden and swift was the exquisite venom of finality;
All things solved in the course of endless time- clarity!
Relentless evils batter unceasingly in an ominous void;
Little to do but enjoy the sight of an impending drain;
Joyless fruition along the edges of this long black hole;
Beckon him a bit forward to a joyous terror-filled fall!
Agony followed by the purest realization of a descent;
Into a deadly maze of self delusion in the word of God;
It calls forth an accounting of his egoistic sins-venality;
Leaving nothing to chance, his target- one more strike!
The blessed rain comes to wash away the dark balance;
Disaster encloses thee tender soul, a lifeless nothingness!
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
*The intoxication fades,
we feel the subtle torment
of piercing venality.
This pain leading us
to fields of unrequited affection;
Despondent emotions drifting
towards the center of night.
We are lost, stumbling
through the void into
these broken plains; those
untended fences damaged
by the force of storms.
Demons in the mist,
Phantoms trampling love;
T'is the nature of the season,
the epilogue of desires.*
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
Here's the thing about this place...
I'm glad you love it. It is a great home.
but its history is unknown by those whom like the face.
There have been a number of occurrences that are... abnormal.
Those who live within these walls experience a change.
This place was the site of some strange rituals.
In the basement is an odd device
That grants the user the power of immortality
For an even stranger price of venality
what does that even mean?
Basically, you have to put yourself in life threatening danger
every month in order to retain that skill.
Stranger, your fear of death and you life will never distill.
Would you take that deal?
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
The check comes
Clean, thin and crisp
Stamped in the rectangle
Are the numbers
That are either too high
Or too low
I stare at the lines that make these numerical symbols
Depressed and curious and foaming at the soul
I inhale in bubbled air and flame retardant love
Weighed down by how much control these lines have
Dish washer's bend their backs like they always have
Their eyes waxen and woeful staining a cracked mirror
Echoes of the ten o'clock news and banter over power lines
Force me to recall simpler times when youth was not so fleeting
Clean
In my back right pocket
The salt of the ocean
Burrows into my hair
Tempered face with lines resembling ravines
She chose not to play the radio so we could talk
In the back of my mind
I envision
Miles
And miles
And miles
Of backed up cars
All stuck
For the same reason
Madness can only be accepted by the many if framed Perfectly
Cream spilt moon
Mother Nature's con
Ocean blue hue
Dangling forfeit desert
Snow-covered saloon
Living and breathing
Bending and dying
Unable to tell the difference
Between Midnight and
Noon
There, the money is put away
Taken out of the right
Into a place where venality is imbued
With congratulatory undertones
Out of sight
More numbers, more signs, more papers
All to be saved up
Used only for emergencies later
The payday
The big pay off
All the "Just another day" sayings
Burning to ash
To the wake-up call of a ****** off alarm clock
What is next?
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
The day of reckoning is almost here
I'm on my way to the Promised Land
I'm sure there will be consequences
That's all right
I need a reckoning with myself, with God, with life
Absolution would be welcome
To myself I say
I want so much to be better
And in every way
I have so much to be grateful for
I must win this race
Against the bad in me
I want a state of grace
Jerusalem here I come
I need your open arms
I am finally here
Ready to disarm me from selfishness
My venality
With hope and determination
Help me succeed
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC
The winds
Have travelled in all directions,
Known and unknown,
For the both of us.
Sometimes it has kissed my lips,
Sometimes licked your fingertips.
Such is the brazen insidiousness
That touches our venality.
At all times.
The Stars,
The Earth,
The wind,
Your mouth,
And my fingertips,
Are all essentially,
The same entity.
Decorated in the nothingness.
Of their ******
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC