Guilt
Absent oxygen,
survival hinged on fire.
Launched anchor,
sunken ship of desire.
Mind's weapon
waging war
with free soul.
Blind volunteer
leads on,
midnight patrol.
Too little,
too late,
too much,
just wait.
That's wrong,
that's weird,
you can't,
more fear.
Creeping frost,
on sunless arboretum.
Thus guilt,
contrasted freedom.
Savages
They run my neighborhood.
Constant, breaking only for food.
Movement, unending. Shifty eyes.
Dirty plans, planning lies.
Languidly, they go walking.
Loud. Irreverently talking.
On the weekends,
they multiply. They gather.
Parties abound.
Their neighbors don't matter.
I try to enjoy my tea in peace,
while odd jobs they fleece.
Rolling up and down the street
on their shiny, two wheeled beast.
No apparent law abounds
as they casually make their rounds.
They are a worry, to watch, warily.
Concerned elderly, the youth merry.
No care or thought given fairly.
Maybe I'm getting old.
But, I was never that bold.
Giving hard looks in sleeveless shirt.
Pants torn, face smudged with dirt.
One carries a stick, waves it often.
Tries to introduce animals to a coffin.
Through this, I've learned a lesson.
I'll not give in, to the obsession.
Society calls for me to have a kid.
The hell I'd be in if I did.
I'll watch, instead, their passages.
And, stay far away from the ravages
Of miniature pre-teen savages.
-Angel Fatale-
Beautiful Pain
Mine eye of mind, beauty is not,
without the pain that is brought.
Brings no cheer, nothing held dear,
if not seen, life's peril and rot.
Can one see beauty, no pain dealt?
No pain in mind? No grief felt?
Or is a loss, life's set cost?
Shows worth of good that has dwelt.
A lover lost. A sunset's end.
Your dreams crushed. Loss of a friend.
Making things bright, what's taken from sight.
Beauty sans pain, cannot lend.
So give me pain, proving beauty.
Offer heart broke, existing in me.
Pain not ploy, robbing joy.
Only a truth, just not free.
Pain is proof, that a thing was more,
than simple mundaneness, knocking at door.
Something was right. Someone brought light.
An experience touched. Shook you to core.
-Angel Fatale-
Lust
"Love is a many splendored thing".
Lust is a wanting, ravenous being.
A heaving, volatile core.
Embroiled tempest,
a volcano.
Angry, grasping like quicksand.
Suffocating, as it drags you below.
Frantically, clawing for substance.
A creeping frost, engulfing winter.
Overtaking fertile tundra of sanity.
Emaciated animal tasting only
bitter.
Howling winds of unquenchable thirst, blow fiercely across arid clime, desolation of your soul, scoring the fabric of your desires. Exposing the carnage of your raw emotion, eviscerated by the blades of the insatiable, starving incubus contained within the cage, fashioned from ribs.
...And, it will surely poison you.
This viper coils, twisting intent.
Venomous kiss, only advent.
Sin driven by rage and envy.
One of seven,
deadly.
Seems comprised of many.
If "love is patient,
love is kind".
Lust is violent,
lust is blind.
Cornered creature
of a stricken mind.
Seed planted in the eye,
mirage of paradise.
Nightmare soon drawn nigh.
An unsatisfied vice.
Beast, capable of murder,
of theft, of lies.
An empty pit,
Unfathomable size.
So, if love covers all,
lust is inner demon's call.
A demented seed.
Creates yearnings of greed.
Predator and hunter.
Possessor, what you didn't need.
So caution, word of mourning.
Beware this crushing wave.
A defensive hive, swarming.
What's cultivated in lust,
tends to grow, gives no warning.
-Angel Fatale-
Religion or Religout
Comprehending life,
understand religions.
Dealing with strife.
Forgiveness for sins.
Tells us how to live,
salvation to be dealt.
Your life you give.
Happiness be felt.
Before giving faith's call,
recognize a similitude.
A truth found in all,
research will conclude.
Love your facade,
your chosen deity.
Love people abroad.
Perfect clemency.
With message so kindled,
what have we missed?
Have we all been swindled?
Told how to exist?
Rectify
Deify
Qualify
Bloody buy
Angels fly
Never cry
Can't get high
You will fry
Never lie
End is nigh
Favor vie
Jesus guy
Heaven's spy
Don't ask why
These words bespeckle,
clear, conscious thought.
To right, you must heckle,
shirking shameful lot.
If God dwells up above,
forgive this bollox.
But I refuse to love,
told how from wooden box.
-Angel Fatale-
Devil’s Advocate
Imagine the amount of love
it takes to hate so profoundly.
How hot the "Brutus" kiss must burn
to reduce that bridge to ash.
The most brilliant star.
Grace of the horizon.
Torn down like so many
tawdry Christmas ornaments.
The keeper of mystery.
Thrown from precipice utmost,
to winter's shoulder.
Second to none.
Yet...not good enough.
Can one even fathom!?
Realization that your creation
was some cosmic practical joke?!
To be told by sad clowns,
in funny hats?
An adopted child, unequal.
Treatment of abortion. Unwanted.
What twisted recreation!
Flawlessly designed, closest to God.
Purposed. Evil incarnate.
But,..........................
a creature of dust.
Gifted free will.
To rise above station,
inborn right, bestowed upon sons.
Damnable desire of a living sun.
This bitter pill.
Unswallowed.
Confusion of dejection.
Unbreakable.
Connection surmised, demagnetized.
Forever, unrealized.
Why create a thing,
Fated ultimate demise?
Whose back turned first?
What words split the electric tension,
Crackling as a whip flying to flay?
Erred protagonist, forced antagonist
For sake of protagonist glory.
Does not this make antagonist
protagonist of deigned design?
Of one's own ordained story?
Perhaps a final phrase used, then.
A weapon of doubt, presently, in turn.
Vindictive sliver.
Disquieting conscious.
"He thought I beautiful, once, too..."
-Angel Fatale-
-free verse