Loved That Dream
Beyond the chasms of our minds protected,
brighter than the sparkle of a unicorn's horn,
deeper than the darkness of Lucifer's soul,
softer than heaven's own symmetric tears,
lay the greatest mysteries of times gone past.
We venture out, new worlds behold
earth's memories race backwards
faster and faster, dizzying our heads
past the wars, the plague's, the times of ice
to the dinosaurs, caves and sparks of fires
flooding our thoughts, dreaming our freest
been a long day, really getting hungry
Chasing our prey, as nervous predators
our loin cloth's bloodied, a successful hunt
lightning strikes, a branch in cinders
precious flame cradled, smoking the kill
inside our mountains walls, blood is our ink
large bones for weapons, claws for tools
fur for clothing, always nicely dressed
On our way back, history racing forwards
Africa, Roman Empire, Renaissance
Shakespeare, North America, on the couch
today, right now...geting back from the store
bbq beef stick, watching A&E's 'Time Traveler'
we are woken by the front doorbell
and the after taste of Mastodon
Lucifer's Love Potion
Poisonous vipers, coil then strike
lazy venom, seeping through
sleeping organs, lurch hot and shrivel
one by one, infest others then die
boiling blood, cooking your brain
burning memories, charring your soul
death's relentless potion, mission bent
Lucifer's dark serpent, moves on
Mountains From The Heart
Moonbeams descend upon us.
Stars rise and fall in the nocturnal sky.
Trees and mountains, which nearby,
fill the imagination, go to sleep,
Mountains in the myst.
The cold, low lying fog at night.
A zillion stars light their tops.
Lost meadows craddle their laps
where all are blessed to dream.
Stars winking their delight.
Streams and clouds mingle along.
Passing each mountain, a long goodbye,
but not soon to leave our minds eye.
Memories to recreate, mountains in our hearts.
Air so clean and crisp, a life upon itself.
Scented pines, beaver brooks, birds of prey on high.
Morning dew to light the way.
When one top stops, another beckons
showing us the way.
These bumps on our landscape, majestic
alive since the beginning of time, gracefully eld.
Everything on this earth, aspires to ascend.
When once we pass and wave goodbye
within our hearts, they live forever
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Satan's Oracle, Slave Eternal ...
A pox on your life, may it cut like a knife
You horrible bitch, oh to watch you twitch
Of all dark diseases, the blackest to you
Bringing blue heat, your breaths to a few
...
From demon spawns belly, it will be your brew
Drink Dark heats groul, and leave not a drop
Whence you swallow, your system shall stop
No prayers be answered, Lucifer wants you
...
Your skin shall crawl, as snakes do on heat
Where nothing is spared, like meat well done
In distance you'll cry, farther than you see
You will never forget your treatment of me
Meet your match now, Satan doesn't lose
Bring on the torture, blistering eternal death
Be you enslaved, no matter you choose
Everlasting Hell, past your very last breath
Pox of no end, unlike this verse quickly penned
Your black heart, acid breath and dead lost eyes
Roaming His dark dimension, without an end
Your voice of pain, of mercy, of guttural cries
A pox on your life, on everything you want
When next you gasp, your chest tight and taunt
Death will not grace you, no mercy it hears
Only then will suffice, and bring out my cheers
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A Mysty Meadow
Peace prevails in passive pastures
where wave the wanting wildflowers
softly slowly with soothing sunlight
green grasses do gracefully grow
crystaline colours in constant charest
begin bringing the beautiful bounty
drifting down to drowsy dunes
aroma's all and azure amaze
Friend Turned Foe
Who's friend am I
Surely not my own
Not when I look
And see what I've done
Having thrown my life
To all the emblems of hell
My needs from vices
So relentlessly served
Empowered to worship
A soul of despair
The heart of a coward
I formidably mold
Convulsing with passion
To protect this caged pain
Orphaned of courage
Powerless to change
Oh, what a life
This mad living Hell
To its treachery I bow
The all-cunning drink
Greed
At what depths do we see
without reflection
That when the end, becomes the bottom
we see no more
At what favour do we want
without chaste
That when it arrives, becomes the need
we want no more
O0o~~~~~~~~~Body Language~~~~~~~~~o0O
Safe in each others arms,
Securely holding the other,
Secretly speaking without a word
Soothing beacons seek, we cannot deny
Savoring each with all our senses
Saying everything we need to see
Ensconced for eternity, safe for hearts
Every contour, every cell caressed
Entwined bodies, as our minds
Nar even utterance, nor sublime
Nor any feeling better described
Not necessary, no words could say more,
Your warm, full, sensuous lips,
Yet cover mine so knowingly,
Yust as a blanket in the mist
The treasures your body holds, angelically
The sweet smell of your hair, spicey rose
The nape of your neck, so tender and soft
Your shoulders, elbows and hands massaged
Yearning hands long and roam for your breasts
Yes, the nippled centers, firm and quivering
Onto your skin, a sensous oil is gently spread
Over belly-button, down to your nest
Only the legs are left to be swooned
Rolling you over, cool satin beneath
Rubbing your feet, legs to your hips
Relishing ecstasy, quivering your cheeks
The small of your back knurled so slightly
There are no knots left, supple muscles all
Then to your neck, relieving all tension
Yet not a whisper, not even a sound
Your breathing speaks volumes, moaning
Yes my dear, yes ... as I enter you
Our eyes locked in an erotic dance
Over your mouth, I press my lips
Out of our throats, come guttural moans
Hearts are racing, motions are strong
Having reached the sky, just as it explodes
Hearing our bodies crash together, spent
O0o~~~~ This is climax, this is end ~~~~o0O
What's in a number
two groups of us set forth in three's
we had agreed to meet back here at five
my three fore-thought to take the first path
four other three's paired off in sixes
the fourth in our group said, "just a second"
so we three sat as one and took a five'er
one said, "hey look at that...a three-winged bird"
the second it took to turn, was one second too long
"three winged birds have only one foot," panted four
said three, (that's me) "my watch says five to six"
at that we turned all six at once and then broke into three's
five after six...oh my how time fly's with a three winged bird
Ying and Yang
Sometime ago, I kicked a stone on the walkway, in front of me
I watched, as it briefly took flight, spinning around in the air
Just before it returned to the walk, I saw another stone
At the precise moment the first hit the walk, I kicked the second
This one didn't have the penchant of flight, it was a skipper
It must have skipped on the walk a couple of dozen times
Before passing the first, it jumped in the air, missing it by only
a hair
I thought how appropriate, two stones holding the mysteries of life
The first, I thought, would be a metaphor for all the highs in life
The second, a fitting transposition for all the lows
They play leap frog, every step of the way, fluctuating ups and
downs
Just when one is about to pull away, the other catches up and passes
They are each, the ying and yang, of how we feel and don't
That when we get too high, our second stone, will keep us in check
When the first is in the air, it must eventually come down to earth
While the second skips, never really able to grace the path of the
first
No matter how we feel, we follow each and nudge them both along
For when we rest, we fall too far behind, we must always be on the
go
We feel sad for a while, then we don't, the second trudges along
The flight of the first, our happiness soars. but still we must come
down
When both are at rest, only for a moment... do we follow a set
routine
We aren't in the middle long, before we feel up or down again
If one falls off the walk, we scoot to get it back on track, always
No matter if its up or down, without it we aren't complete
Our days, yea our lives, are always up or down, as are the stones
After we learn to temper ourselves better, the better we kick the
stones
Our aim improves each step of the way, our distance suffers neither
Just when we think we've got it figured, onto a lawn one will go
We try to look nonchalant, by quickly kicking it free, or so we feel
The walkway is straight and narrow, as is life's tenuous path
Sometimes the flight is short and the skipping few, prefer a balance
indeed
So that when we round the corner for home, these two stones are
not lost
A huge pile of past stones, mountains the walk to the front door
Into the house we go, no stones do we take, cause mom will let us
have it
From in our pockets, only sand do we stock, sprinkling it on the
floor
We can't do any more kicking, but if we water, maybe they will
grow
These granules to stones one day, may lay in front of you
Be sure to kick them once for me, and from my mom a hello
Start your own pile away from here, then count your ups and downs
Pride
Fickled judgment, as a coward
lies, or
a nail driven bent
So indicative of soul
are actions of the mind
What other thought
for every action pondered
shackles such
moral contempt
