Thoughts of You -By Me

Crystals

Everyone blamed you,
you were the termite, who,
split the ornamental burl in two,
all while ignoring that you,
ate through,
the foundation too,
no one noticed my pallor or hue,
or the blood running down to my shoe,
they gave a scoff as they bid you adieu,

If you've done this to me you've done this to a few.

Gorgon Woman

Besmirched the temple of proud Athena,
She whimpers at the ichor on her thighs,
Trauma echoes in her broken posture,
Men shall turn to stone before her eyes.

Leatherbound

I feel your presence etched across my skin,
Your venom sears a wound that always bleeds,
The price I would pay for that mad man's grin,

Reflecting on our past that's filled with sin,
Using others to meet our selfish needs,
I feel your presence etched across my skin,

Engulfed in pleasure snorted from a tin,
Sated like the way a lone wolf feeds,
The price I would pay for that mad man's grin,

I'm happy till you add that backwards spin,
That likely stems from guilt about your deeds,
I feel your presence etched across my skin,

No understanding of the thoughts that race within,
Your youth comes out in your sorrys, your outbursts, your pleads,
The price I would pay for that mad man's grin,

I hear and see your patience growing thin,
The ripple in the pond, the rustle of reeds,
I feel your presence etched across my skin,
The price I would pay for that mad man's grin.

Silent Killers

Illness,

Rushing through to strangle,

Swift,

The sounds of a withered muscle,

Feverish,

Struggling to catch a breath or make a sound,

Darkness,

Trickles forth steadily to usher in a visitor,

Death,

With not a soul around.

Celtic Cross

Above- Page of Pentacles,

Fear to grow old,

Retain youthful mystery,

Facade crack,

Behind- The Magician Covered- The Hermit Before- Two of Swords

Brash and Bold, Crossed A loner's road, The Lovers Feelings turn cold,

Enraptured in fantasy, Future Abject of self-discovery, Foretold, I'm not the enemy,

Foolish hack, Awash with Turn back, bitter jealousy, Wrong track,

Truth lack,

Below- The Devil,

Something to hold,

Culminate in tragedy,

Bleak and black.

First post in years- City Walk

This reconstructed reverie, reverberates, repeatedly,

Rapid rolling energy, falls over me, intensively,

Sound and lights surround me, engulf me, eerily

Love abounds this dreary, ordinarily cold city,

Wrapped up in this synergy, this hedonistic fantasy,

Pleasures taken innocently, alter thoughts irrevocably,

Walk the streets so silently, do not disturb, tranquility,

Exerting grace effortlessly, flawlessly, impeccably,

Enticed by living dangerously, to break up the monotony,

Seed to sprout to flourished tree, nature’s potent history,

Something angels do decree, it’s heresy—blasphemy,

Catharsis truly sets you free, escape from bleak reality.

Walpurgisnacht

Tonight the moon is glowing,
To light up the Ancient Walk,
Where our ancestors are waiting,
So that we may join and talk,

A spectral wind is blowing,
Through the veil that has grown thin,
On the night of Witch's meeting,
We pass secrets to our kin,

Seeds of wisdom we are sowing,
Our new ways reflect the old,
We wait up for faeries flying,
And their queen if we our bold,

Now we enter the time of growing,
Turning the wheel around once more,
We embrace the path of aging,
Mother to Crone, to Maiden once more,

Walpurgis Night- the night of knowing,
Where we look toward the Summerland,
Beltane's eve, we all are yearning,
For the Life that guides the hand.

Axis Mundii

A sullen mountain of dusty dreams

protects your Aquarian heart

from the feel of the cold, raw earth

I'm waiting for you

at the top of the pillar-

the celestial zenith

The Axis Mundii

standing with the records of the universe

all there is, was, will be

yet,

it is merely trivial to you

your heartache takes precedence

over the entirety of the cosmos

the Frivolity of Man

is nothing to your day-to-day

waiting

I'm at

The Axis Mundii

to you, something blue

Vishnu

a God in your eyes alone

your hopeless mortal existence

something betwixt the Earth and the Spirit.

Ivy League Lover

The sun is setting,
In that haunted place,
And the coasts of New England,
Reflect on his face,

Elegantly arrayed- eloquently conveyed,
A myriad of mystery this man has purveyed,
The frigid wind and water has brayed,
But the man of New England has ceased to fade,

Colonialism in stone and stitch,
The ancient burning of the witch,
The aching yearn- carnal twitch,
And academia as his niche,

His heart pounding, but his blood won't clot,
It reveals the signs of his secret plot,
To enamor the one he unwittingly sought,
And demonstrate the power he wrought,

The sun is rising,
On the distant shore,
And I look to the north,
Eager for more

Mediumship

The chill
morose
drumming
from the heart of Africa.
Where
Man-first saw his ghosts
refined
but not Brilliant-Cut
pounding with muffled restraints, voices
murmurs screams and whispers
Man- attuned to their wallowing
wailing pain and bloodshed

The Happy

are Soft-spoken

They find,
a Medium, who can hear them.

The Haunting

Turbulent manse,
Self-destructive beauty,
Corrupted youth's spell,
Wavers in a fish-eye lens,
We're all missing,
Some of us dead,
Ebbed away
Terror-Horror-Humor-Humanity,
Insanity,
Loving the lonely,
Trickery,
Twirling,
Only slight jabs from the past,
Lay to rest on the mantle,
Continues the climb,
Crazed

The woman is hiding behind the curtain.

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,