Seducer

She shushed her esses smooth and slow,
Turned first with shoulders, hips in flow,
Eyes half lit open -- or half lit closed?
Curled up a finger, said not to go.
She moved in strides, side to side,
Relaxed in mouth and neck and spine,
Cared not to show a care for time
And beckoned me with scent divine.

Epitaph for Two

There is no love in deaths domain,
No hunger, guilt, or pain,
There is but silence, soft and cold
And souls of young and old.
What water will give or fire will take,
Shall be but to decide,
For what is after, as one is
And as one walked beside.

Cry Out, Cry Out, Cry Out

Ode to the destroyer, Amnathon,
River of ice and razor waves.
Where to be released?
What time to go and welcome thee?
Oh, Harbinger, 'Where for art thou?'
I hear them cry out.
Cry out, cry out, cry out.
Ode to the eternal and motionless,
Rain of barbs and darts,
The loveless faithful.
Ode to the destroyer, Amnathon,
River of ice and razor waves.

Blind Roman

What is to love, what eyes, what mind,
what heart to hold, what arms to bind?
Where then to look, to search, to find,
where bring to hook, to be but mine?

Fallacy Upon Methuselah

Olden man, what can be said
Of all these words upon our breath
Of love, the hand that mends, divides,
That rise above the ethic tide?

Of love, the sorest move in motion:
'He conquers all in mere devotion'
Say the fools that, blind, hav't turned
A reason in defence of love,
For yearned, they say, from one to one.
But more to lose when lost or won
In other spirits, tied to most
Not some. And weighed in scales of right
And righteousness are we by
God, Most High.

Deus Ex Nihil

Eyes out forth, and in those things are gold
Rings in rings in rings, three layers. With wheels
In wheels around them. Three nails, two hands,
Two feet, three nails, one note, and a fourth.
Four planks, two dead, one relived with a crown
Detached eyes are no where to be seen.
Bitter water to quench thirst and quiet the dead
Who live and relive again in wheels in wheels,
In ring, in ring, in ring, three layers, one thing.

Evil Begets Evil

Cry war, my titan brothers, and raise up your banner and name!
With wroth against our enemies and the thunder of fire and flame!
Hail, Ahura Mazda, demon god and sun of the snake!
Rise up and raze the land, send them, our foes, to sulfurous lake!

Arly

The shades would part their cloaks and ribs
For one caress from Arly,
Would tear their tongues and gnaw their lips
For one light taste of Arly,
Would swirl away and claw their eyes
For one bright glance from Arly,
Would smash their bridge into their brains
For one sweet scent of Arly,
The shades would welcome dark demise
For some irresisteble
          Sound or syllable;
One soft word from Arly.

Gorgós

Oh, ghosts of old and spinning smoke,
From crystal globes and fires crack,
What of your glee you paint for me.
Some tears to choke,
Some salt held back.

A sun, a moon, a waltz of stars,
The silhouettes of all their eyes,
Some came too soon, some left their doom.
A sword of mars,
The love of mine.

A ribbon given for the rite,
My blood be taken on a knife,
Warmth, a feeling long since past,
I gaze through holes,
I fall in those.

tRip

I walked along a road less known
And fell down
Muddy slopes to face
A gaze that set on eyes off-thrown
Set by ice
To melt disgrace
From newly founded stars in skulls
That were down
On bloody leaves
Encircling tyrant, love and pain,
Love and pain, the tyrants game.

Golem Sabbath

Wheels in hips and cogs in heads,
Wood for skin and steel for bones,
Clay 'round hearts and barbs 'round legs,
Scroll in mouth and dead on stones.

Wheelchair Grief

When lights go out
Across the house we had,
Candles sigh
And hug the cold
Like you and I
We used to hold each hand
With all the love
That we could find.
Like you,
They'll die.

Epitaph

There is no love in deaths domain,
No hunger, guilt nor pain,
There is but silence, soft and cold,
And souls of young and old.

Languishing Deer

A swell of salty sickness
In  the belly of the beast
Whose life is lost and lorn away,
Whose war is waged each day.

Burn brighter than a star, my son,
Destroy the black whole death,
Be stronger than the sacred lands,
And conquer all, in health.

Lesser Evil

To be tearing, raging, roaring, soaring rampant, ripping through demented tensions on the boundless apex men of war and waging hatred towards a super-ending hole one must have soul and bounding soldiers sucking life and lewded loveless corpses crushing down the sin and sightless evil twin of mind and matter kept within the winless cretins, rats, repugnant dregs and dreads of down below the holes on rocks and tombs and pockets deep and deeper still to never end the hurt and much insane and maddened devil calling Pain.

4

There is damage in those eyes and confusion in that heart.
I am a word, a word in dredged lakes and exhumed graves.
As stray dogs they are and mending casts bring stability.
There is confusion in that heart and damage in those eyes.

C

Lover, do we question love,
That thing that is our bind?
Do we wonder at its purpose
Or the spurning of its mind?
Lovely, do you weep beyond
The hurt that once was lain?
So soon yet seen so far away
By those who've lost their pain...
Yet, here, love claims to give renewal
To those whose bones are dry,
But what does motivate the thing
That feels no pain, nor dies?
What trust must we then tend to it?
What time and life confess?
What hate and rage bequeath from it?
What less than lonely death?
Give all, and never less than all.
Give trust and life entire
For love, The Great Destroyer,
Sends all pain in to the Fire.

Half Moon

Hell, or some place of  the same,
Is no right place to seek or find
Angelic signs or peaceful lives,
Insightful minds or pretty names.
This still is true, but some blue moons
Seek eyes to lay their claim to.

Take
Care, An Overwhelming Insight might hate everlong
As some, or most, before have - still! -
Regardless whom was wrong.
But hope regales its victories,
He whose been silent long.

But, what a thought! Recounting pain;
One should be glad and joyous!
These Times are fair and few between,
So, leave the past its grave;
In the face of gentle beauty! Precious
Hearts lead not to astray.

Oroborus

To what, I speak to all and I,
May flowing rivers tide inside
Decrepit coves and solemn sides
So lonely from the moons resign?

What may we say to course the froth
Along it's churning, winding sloth
And rising, falling body. Doth
The surface tell us off?

For what, I say to you and them,
Can truly be derived from hence?
Within the cauldrons broiling pen
Lies truth, alone in penance.

What speak the faceless, ownless words
That all through time have left the herds,
What weird and olden things be known
By sea and serpents own?

Now, Forever Go!

Love me now;
Now and forever;
Never to let go.