The Misguided
Oh ye’ dark clouds of tempest spirit
thy meager means in thy indifference. What sublet nuances in thoughts and deeds shall bring death to our deep blue seas. Rose buds the broken heart of angry Bees, the death of the Sparrows, our world is in peril. Did spring’s advance the prism in my mind, distorting the effects of the parallel lines. Do the falling leaves from dying and wilting trees record the passage of time, the end to all mankind. As green no longer surrounds the running streams, the dust of sorrow produces cities of harrow. Oh what shall we make of these twisted vines? devoid of reasoning representing our time.
Search our past though we stomp! then stumble thoughtless while heartless this spell we’re under.
A simple touch! Returns the rhythm to the rhyme, a simple harmony in search of a measure in kind.
The Fight Within
The gathering storm ⛈ darkness descends, a feeble mind in the whistling night’s wind, the foolish heart that fear kick starts, for truth never plays apart. Cast thy Lot with needs lacking deeds, feel the burn when pleads turn to weeds, appear before the alter with a empty hand, then cruse the fertile land no other will understand.
FATHER BE THY HEAVEN
It be a bitter thought,
tangled among twisted weeds.
The mocking of spiritual wants,
confessions are not of our needs.
Objective these dismissive hearts,
ceremoniously shall they not bleed.
The ending of paranoid haunts,
profound are their repugnant deeds.
Vibrant are these insightful visions,
enlighten ecclesiastic kind of reasons.
Churning oh white water seas,
now baptizing our new devotee’s.
Vexingly poignant are our noble pleads,
hesitantly thy bending of shaky knees.
Silence! thy noble shepherd,
the Discipline in securing this reference.
This pilgrimage with reverence,
Is the foundation of the experience.
Faith! is my eternal claim,
guidance is the keeper of the flame.
There is resentment with indifference,
be skeptical of there persistence.
The divinity of god’s deliverance,
be vigilante in your perseverance.
Infallible is God’s love,
eternal life from far above.
The purity of permanent reassurance,
a soul sustained on divined sustenance.
Reveals it’s ritual revelations,
this society of great degradation.
Relative is this restrictive realization,
precociously perverse in its preservation.
Serenity solace in our salvation,
secular seeking of the sanctification.
Forever sensing our denunciation,
the sublime source of your trepidation.
MYSTIC QUEEN
This mystic power;
lay spiritual truth,
intellect is of no use.
Yes! she was geisha;
a beauty to beseech Ya,
As speculation bounds,
thy Queen! was crowned.
She be not fable or fiction,
less theirs no contradiction.
Incantations in this mystery,
gunpowder to the Ming dynasty.
Superstition! who’s imposition,
what shall we call this condition.
These hollow tricks played by trolls,
the Golden Rule! Confucius was bold.
Vanquished horror in samurai’s devotion,
Crystal balls seeing some magic potions.
The Chinese Empire’s aristocratic notions,
people under seize by all of this commotion.
Symbolizing this charisma in the power of clarity,
She ruled this kingdom with illusions in her reality.
She’s A BLACK WIDOW
In this dark illusion it’s fulfilling a tribal fear,
your cast iron cruelties equipped it’s caviler.
Your charisma should have been my warning,
my musing nemesis is relentless yet charming.
Fragmented folklore the tales that are figments,
my clairvoyance is resistant I must be persistent.
That sheer dress that's clinging to your naked body,
this imagery is profound yet my eyes disregard me.
My reasoning unwinds this lustful sight controls me,
plunging knife it must be, for now your done with me.
On It’s Way Valentines everyday
This endearing moment in our emotional embrace
you’re my precious gem with tenderness and grace
Look at me my eternal commotion but nothing broken
My inclination, it’s infatuation! tantalizing inspiration
Still I get lost in your eyes, it’s fascination and surprise
the sweet warmth in your smile, you make me so proud
The gift of my heart is but a token rendering it’s devotion
clear of clouds, my horizon, if I fail you help me try again
Your passion with reassurance, kiss me with endurance
this heart my women here I stay, my Valentines everyday
THE LIGHTHOUSE
A journey starts and the die is casted
ingenious and indigenous to our past
Casting shadows over station shoals
cries of seamen when it’s light unfolds
Outwardly bound let the fishing begin
the nets filling fast it looks like a win
Gusty drizzle in cloudy freezing wind
a electrifying cyclone is on it’s way in
Thunder streaking across bleak sky’s
men hurry for home in this people die
A gale slams this sturdy fishing trawler
worry eyes! can’t make it much farther
Violent seas erupting over vital railings
she has a fighting heart but she’s failing
Battering! the sea as it ferociously feeds
the crew is defiant! but still they bleed
Blood curling screams! of man overboard
scrambling needlessly friends are no more
The seas lurch! It’s not for the faint of heart
a shipwreck diligently kill while it’s dark
Disdainful recognition of this watery grave
the sea claims her dead, intensely depraved
The useless electronics compass on the sway
a beaten up sixty footer, is death on it’s way?
Broken! docile men now waiting to go under
this limping trawler awaits the seas plunder
Then a gigantic flash! It’s the lighthouse beam
saying this is the way home I stand supreme.
POP CULTURE
Long is that road that sits out before us
Unfulfilled dreams this lost is not a must
Promises conveyed now lacking convictions
Returns un paid those deceitful redemptions
Blindness in light our children’s perspective
Controlling their life’s was that our objective
Land of weakness our future is distorted
Degrading our babies they must be aborted
God’s tender mercies saving those retch life’s
Race base hatreds more death because of lies
Obscene sexual fascinations leading degradation
Illustrating frustrations and moral reservations
Stranger!
It was a cool night
the pavement still wet from an earlier rain,
The moon was high in the sky
now shining bright! that indescribable light.
The streets were empty!
lined with bars, restaurants and coffee houses,
inside there’s bustling action and then it happen.
The unmistakable clacks of high heels
stabbing concrete.
I couldn’t see her complete,
in the shadows across the street.
Wanting more if able while sitting at my table
click a flash of light!
that cherry glow of her cigarette, our eyes met.
She moved into the light
in front of the bar now glowing at night,
Her dark auburn hair,
those red rose colored lips, I’m transfixed.
Gleaming at every inch of her slender body
she flashed a smile then flicked her cigarette!
I accept
Moving toward her like a predator!
I was hungry and demanding more
Her playful smile turned to apprehension!
my burning passion instigated that situation.
I moved right into her space
not a word was said
our eyes were in a tug of war in stead.
This was naked aggression
her breast pulsated with anticipation
Then she parted her lips
her wet tongue beckon come get this
So I drew in a deep breath
to catch the scent of her hair
I’m traumatized I doubt if she even care
MY ENTER TOMB
It started! blood pounding these weary veins,
it's grip and it’s sting, skin wrapping that pain.
The drip drip drip sound that’s in my head,
the prelude to the darkness that lays ahead.
My eyes now sunk in from the lack of sleep,
this cringing sensations has started it’s creep.
Cold nights hearing howls of the north wind,
blacken skies muffling thy cries from within.
Childhood memories flickering flash! then crash
visions in my past, my house of unwanted trash.
The wood floor squeaks then squelch on it’s own,
my heart stops for the search but I’m here alone.
Still I can hear the whispers of things never said,
ash white colored walls are just right for the dead.
The rain begins to pour, swirling leaves in the wind,
scratch thump and pound they demand to come in .
This horror of hollow, ever more pills do I swallow,
they stop those voices in my head so I don’t follow.
Slowly closing dark window shades as I remember,
how the light in my life died! this past November.
Cast to the side all those who would ever know me,
this crawling inside from the hell that haunts me.
Terror! it torments me this ugly wound I am doomed,
that’s why I built this cocoon, now entering my tomb.