Sweet Kiss

38. In a glare of time she was loved; In a stare she was deemed void: Who is she?

39. I presume you’re there?

Yet I don’t see you...

40. Let her sweet kiss pervade...

Lips of Darkness,

Sweet and bitter,

like lemonade....

41. How she fades through the walls...

A name whispered.

Without emotion she is but an image,

with a pumping vessel, she manifests beyond the little universe that births stars by the billions...

42. The darkness is dumb...

The darkness loves none!

Through your infatuation

you run....

43. The monster- he runs.

The languid denizen- loves

none...

44. What is love?

Who is that placid beast?

Yes, he sleeps....

Yes he feasts,

Yes he does as the rest when life is left, not at its best;

He hunts when the

jovial heart is under duress.

45. I see the blood drip,

It is no longer yours: I contain your essence.

46. The poet elevated by madness and darkness

The poetess casting a shadow by beauty and light…

Their harnessed by

the eye of sanity,

Collecting memories as a book words,

weathering and eroding

into the eve of destruction.

47. Regress forward oblivion.

No purpose than the one he gave.

A renegade in the tower

by the lunar serenade,

Watch the stark shadow fade away…

48. In the Dark Tower,

the tunnels collide...

Crashing and passing.

My heart dies.

49. I hear the heartbeat ache from the pestilence,

I want to climb down to the center of the commotion,

but I’ve been left breathless; there she flies across my warted body, with soft angelic skin,

feasting on the remains of

my boundless helm:

where are you wandering thoughts?

50. Love is Death; Then how am I still living?

51. Love devours stupidity, then vomits tranquility

52. Dear beauty,

You’ve crossed an arc,

split it with a vast sentiment...

Grasped by the chains I seem locked...

Although my heart was racing, beating, pulsating..

It seems the sound was not loud enough...

Let me remain somber...

53.Red lips,threaded hips,

vicious heart,

stone and bone dust,

rusting in drained love,

what fights better than the scars;

what infiltrates better than self-loathing.

Months of despair, and suits I can’t wear,

You’re an idea,

Planted somewhere,

I would find it, but I’m no scavenger…

54. Here and there, lies are veiled.

Through the storms

lies compel.  

55. Excess pain leaves her abandoned cove,

so worn and alone...

The tremors seek passage in the storms to a better home...

56. Are you lost stranger?

Where is that street which bellows,

on that you sit mellow.

57. When the lights are down and out,

When the dancers have swung their omens,

Last night a dream appeared

Hearing it now: That’s my fear…

The carpet was elegant and the darkness

was departed.

Beat me down and dead

Beat me down and hear-

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tip tap-

Onward the hi hat shrieks.

When the night finds

Open minds

Hearts burning

And yearning

It leaves them a corpse.