Belial

Dull depressive lull,
broken fever dream,
temporary leave,
once a century,
Just a bit of sin,
Smoke and Sex and Dye,
vices to fulfill,
a Hedonistic Reverie,
Puritan's folly,
on a brimstone beach,
at the brink of hell,
at the dawn of time,
Sleeping sister rise,
awaken the Shadow inside,
My time; Our time,
Apocalypse,
Bind.

Because every demon is vain,
And because you are my savior,
Who continues the lie,
known as my sanity.

Demonology

The rose-colored glasses are off,
The world is hopeless and gray,
The shadows sleep for naught,
They drag me back to the day,

The man who claims to be me,
Is up to something strange,
Engrossed in marvel and awe,
This world made him deranged,

The rose-colored glasses are off,
This world is nothing but hell,
I'm coasting towards a knife,
To break this carnal shell

Rainy Day Reverie

I never knew a human to so quickly attune,
To capture up my being and distract me from the moon,
To grab hold of my essence like it's not a distant star,
And exert a manic influence out of my reach- afar,

I never knew a bond so intricate and deep,
To turn such feeble memories to something I should keep,
To make its presence known with a brand upon my mind,
And question the intention of the feelings left behind,

I never knew a yearning that would dig claws in my soul,
To leave me with desire to become noble and whole,
To linger in my actions, and leave me to take flight,
And cause such haunting restlessness in the middle of the night,

I never knew a sky of gray could be a sky of blue,
I never trusted feelings- for how can they be true?
I never knew, I never knew,
The things that hide inside of you.

Moonflower

Moonflower,
The upstarting dawn,
My last existence-

A gentle breathing against-
A cold stone slab.

Ritualistic. Dualistic. Simplistic.
And nevertheless cruel as the sea,
Black as an Amazon rainbow,
Obscured by the blight-
Child of light,
Come kiss the dark,
Cold,
Stark,
And loving you more each day,
Precious prey,

My...

Moonflower,
The upstarting dawn,
My last existence-

Stuck

In a cloud
of fog and ice
literal,
physical,
mental,
numb to the core

Abrupt

Glowing or glowering, the moon still shines for me,
Wavering steadfast like the tide pools by the sea,
Blazing hot in the cold man I can be,
Free,
Unset from the collective "we"

Engulfed or enraptured-- the idea's the same,
Uttering cries that resemble my name,
Coming across as something so tame,
Maim,
And dark forces are surely to blame.

Observing your motions- you're such common stock,
You tremble in fear at the stroke of the clock,
Afraid to be noticed amidst the flock,
Block
Thoughts of plunging yourself off the dock.

I wish you'd stop staring and just kiss me.

Similarity

Gaping-wide
a lonely child amidst
a sea
of debt
and deprivation.
He's lonely
and you're lonely
and longing
for nothing more than
Cheap Thrills
and commiseration,
Something
Somewhat Like
Love.

Taurus

Your hazel eyes and their secret hue...
Are they green?
Are they blue?

A musician's notions unforeseen...
Senses quiet,
Senses keen,

Enraptured and I can't deny it...
Heartstrings willing,
Heartstrings riot,

Stirring and dreaming- all too thrilling...
Thoughts are luring,
Thoughts are drilling,

Throughout it all, ever-enduring,
All tranquil,
All assuring.

Practice

Alabaster ancient aimless arrows,
Black blood boils like bourbon,
Caustic cynicism collects like cinders,
Double-blind duplicity deterring dangerous demons,
Enticing empathetic, enigmatic, elusive enemy,
Forever forlorn for fading future fallen fantasy,
Gratuitous generosity glows upon glowering gentlemen,
Hedonistic heathen's heartstrings hang in hell,
Intelligence is increasingly idiosyncratic in individuals,
Jarring justification for juxtaposition of justice and jealousy
Knowing knives and knots kill kindly,
Lackluster, lustful, longing, lonely, loving lyrics,
Meandering muted men- meaninglessly meek and mild,
Notoriously nostalgic, naive, nonsensical, never-ending, and needy,
Obstinately obnoxious odius ogres,
Predictable pretentious people provoke presumptions of promiscuity and pained plainness,
Quell quixotic quests from quivering queens,
Rancorously retching repugnant rhymes and reasoning,
Stupid souls stuck in something simple sends me seething!
Treacherous tyranny turns to tempest tears,
Unusually ubiquitous user- uncanny, uneasy,
Voraciously vicarious, venting vulgar voyeurism,
Weary writing women wrecking woeful wanderlust,
Xylophaging xyrographic Xanadu,
Yells for yearning yearly,
Zealous zen zeitgeist.

Scorpio

Ice Kiss, World Serene,
Upon my frozen lips, Your Cheshire grin,
And it becomes this, Our future foreseen,
Duplicitous... Keep my world green...

Dreamy bliss, Not refined but keen,
Self-conscious trips, Keep me trapped in sin,
How you're going to miss, I'm an angry teen,
My entrancing hiss... So vicious, so mean...

Kiss my ring,
Be my king,
No, give me rest,
No, no- I protest,
Stay with me,
Set me free,
Take your leave,
Let me grieve...

Black and white and ashen-gray,
Excised, frivolous, gay,
I can't keep you by my side,
Just to fix tears I've cried,
To hold you and from the world hide,
Alleviate my Pisces pride,
I want to say "I Love You",
I do, but it's not right to do,
Your perfect match you should pursue,
It hurts me- but I know it's true.

Elegy for your Baby

Breaking down- that's something I can't do,
Or won't do- rather, not to you,
I've got to keep my cool composure,
I burned my heart, over-exposure,
Through lackluster love- I saw the chance,
To execute a darker dance,
To be myself, your child died,
And I'm the thing that dwells inside,
Welcome me with open arms,
Entranced by spells, old tomes, and charms,
This is it I'm here to stay,
My heartlessness won't go away,
So pin me down in darkest night,
I'll show you wrong can be so right.

Hope Beyond The Commodore

(Finally another inspiration big enough for a villanelle!)

Hope Beyond The Commodore:

Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,
Yours' is something wholesome I can see,
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make,

At first my mindset is absent- a flake,
But the colors of your eyes still glimpse at me,
Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,

In time you'll see that heartstrings pulled are fake,
I'm a marionette who can utter a "Blessed Be",
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make,

This fleeting feeling like a phantom on a lake,
Something upon which scholars can't agree,
Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,

Each subtle thought you give, you bet I'll take,
Intricately blended, to steep like tea,
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make,

It pains me to see another heart could break,
But you're much too charming to dispel my fantasy,
Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make...

Sex and Suitors

I want to find a late nighter,
Hard biter,
Spiked cider,
Lover/Fighter,

Who takes my cuffs and wants them tighter,
A twisted kid,
A poison spider,

Who gives me something real to hold,
Their hands cold
Thoughts bold,
Mindset old,

Meet these specs and I'll be sold,
You're the one,
Precious gold,

I want a lover- I don't want love,
A kiss n' shove,
Rise above,
Mismatched glove,

Don't want a rose or turtle dove,
Just a taste,
That I belove.

Vampire Love Story

(erm... I can't find the rest of this poem in my logs, so I'm rewriting the middle)
Vampire Love Story:

Chalk on my fingers,
Blood on my lips,
Strong coffee in this mug,
Taking occasional sips,

It was just another victim,
Just another meal,
Then why didn't I cut their throat,
When they tried to cut a deal?

Loved and left,
Worn and cut,
Deliciously hopeful,
Crude convict slut,

These chains may be a symbol,
These eyes might look past pain,
This time it might be real,
As real as acid rain,

And as painful as the first time,
Assuredly the last,
Grow up from all this madness,
Love is past you, it's the past...

To hell with all this romance!
I'm a creature of the Dark!
Now I really must be going,
My next victim's in the park...

Deleterious

This feeling- anonymous,
Its origin mysterious,
Curious,
DANGER DELETERIOUS
Passion sent back,
Apathy off-track,
What do I lack?
ASSAULT ATTACK
Sick of the tries,
The jealousy-the lies,
Severing ties
GOOD-RIDDANCE GOODBYES
Sweet Selene help me through!
Make thoughts of them thoughts of you!
TREACHEROUS TRUE
And bright blessings.

Chemically-Induced Love

Tonight I trade Selene for Calypso,
Tonight I'll show that feelings don't run deep,
A manic dance to the fervent tempo,
A precious memory meant to keep,

Tonight my eyes get lined in black,
Tonight I'm doused in attar rose,
A few mistakes I can't take back,
A couple highs and half-dosed lows,

Tonight I dance- but just for me,
Tonight I'll show off much more skin,
A drop of blood to pay God's fee,
A bit of powder to let it in,

Most Definitely Messing Around,
In Pure Ecstasy

Once in a While

Not so often,
In the dark,
Darkest night,
Cold and stark,
Now and then,
It leaves a mark,
A subtle scar,
Yearning spark,
The slightest feeling,
A tiny quark,
To have you kiss me,
In Central Park.

The Day After

Such pretty gleaming powder,
With traits of speed and blow,
Makes the music pound out louder,
For last night's impending show,

Altered minds destroying time's flow,
There is magic in this moment,
In this precious Afterglow,

Warmth and love surrounding,
Hot blood spread from head to toe,
Pleasure over-abounding,
Yet I dosed a day ago,

Altered minds destroying time's flow,
There is magic in this moment,
In this precious Afterglow,

My ears severely ringing,
In the silence like the snow,
But somewhere inside I'm singing,
Letting feeling ebb and grow,

Altered minds destroying time's flow,
There is magic in this moment,
In this precious Afterglow,

For seconds I am lonely,
But that's not for you to know,
Because when I think "if only...",
I'd still want you to go,

Altered minds destroying time's flow,
There is magic in this moment,
In this precious Afterglow,

I could drown in all this feeling,
Rapid highs amidst the low,
Or I could just stare at the ceiling,
Conspire 'gainst a foe,

Altered minds destroying time's flow,
There is magic in this moment,
In this precious Afterglow,

And even if the answer's "no",
You won't see me bent-down in woe,
I'm still going, I'm still glowing,
Ensnared by precious Afterglow...

Interest if Only Temporary...

I haven't written for you yet,
That doesn't mean I would regret,
A chance for me to look about,
Probe your mind- figure you out.

I'm not saying that we'll date,
Odds are we won't procreate,
Maybe a kiss, maybe more,
Who knows what there is in store?

But I like leaving things to chance,
And with Bacardi, I can dance,
With some more, hell- I can sing,
And whisk off to some petty fling,

That's all I want, a shallow tryst,
To plunge my soul into the mist,
To purge my body of it's pain,
And hope I won't see you again.

The Vibe on South 13th

Rain won't wash away the sin,
Or smells of sex and sweat,
Smoke won't take the taste away,
Not one chance to forget,

The car ride home is droll and dead,
Your ears are ringing too,
Drunkenness in that stage of dread,
Thinking of you, and you, and you,

Cry a bit- then shake it off,
Baby, hollow out your soul,
Expel that last cigar-filled cough,
You've reached your bed- your goal,

Peel off that shirt stuck to your skin,
If you manage- take off your pants,
Lay in bed; cold and thin,
Remember that last kiss and last dance,

You smell like that hormone-ridden club,
Your neck is marred and blue,
Give those tired eyes a rub,
I'll dream of all of you.

To my grandmother on thoughts of Christmas

I guess I forgot to post this. o.o" It was part of my grandmother's Christmas gift.

To My Grandmother on Thoughts of Christmas:
Traditions are attached to each and every holiday,
Bringing with them memories of joy; and sometimes strife,
Pfaltzgraff, Churchill, and Blue Willow on display,
Will remain a vivid memory in the next years of my life,

But of all the finest silver, the china, and the glass,
There is just one that looks the best in your abode,
Gleaming white, and trimmed with green- such elegance and class,
I'll never, ever, wipe away those thoughts of Christmas Spode.

There's something about it's magic that simply warms my heart,
The fondness that we share for it is something to hold dear,
And even if this family completely tears apart,
I'll be ever-enchanted when Christmas time is near,

There are not words to thank you for all the things you've done,
There are not ways to show you gratitude for empathy,
There are no seats of honor higher than being your grandson,
Save for these wonderful traditions that you've passed on down to me.

Cancer

So I wrote this one during the beginning of summer. I originally wasn't going to post it out of the slightest fear that the person it is to would read it. I realize now that will never happen, and I really don't feel the need to keep it something special to share with them anymore.



Unreleased Tension

I never dreamed it would be you,
Or rather, seldom, did I dare to,
Believe that it would be you,
Who,
Made me blurt out something true,

It wasn't hard for you to do,
Your liar's eyes and their menacing hue,
Peaked an interest I have in so few,
New,
Has arisen a yearning stark blue,

Like the skies when a storm's overdue,
Overcast, and clouds ribboned like glue,
And the creaking of the teak and the yew,
You,
Left this tension pent up to brew,

You look at her and you tell me you're through,
For my interest to further accrue,
Saved my illness sitting in drops from the dew,
Slew,
My inhibitions- thus yearning grew,

A spellcaster with a soul bent in two,
The forgeman with driver and screw,
The torpid preacher of ascension anew,
Few,
Give me feelings like these for you.

-And I'm so very very sorry,
Mike

(Yeah, they probably wouldn't have liked it anyway. lol)